Chapter 487

"I will never become a stripper like you."

The girl held up her chin with her fingers on her red lips, looking at him from above. "You will be back soon."

Penny smiled contemptuously. "No." She turned around and left with her bag. Through the back door of the bar, she could see many drunkards lying on the ground. Not far away, homeless people wrapped in thin blankets were shivering on the street.

Penny was used to it. California was the most prosperous place with the most opportunities, but it did not mean that there were no homeless people on the street. On the contrary, the high living expenses created more homeless people here.

When she returned to the narrow rental house and turned on the shabby lights, the small room of more than ten square meters was separated into a bathroom. It only took 17 minutes to walk from the hotel where she worked.

1200 rent.

Penny calculated how much money she could save this month?

Deduct 1200 rent, 50 water and electricity, 680 normal food, 218 insurance, and 120 college tuition loan.

She earned 2800 a month at the bar.

There are 532 left.

The premise is that she can't get sick, and it's not enough to buy new clothes.

Penny struggled for a long time and decided to cut down on her diet this month. She needed to buy fabric to make clothes for her dream.

Soon, she took out her design draft and revised it.

The next day, she woke up at the desk and touched her flushed cheeks. She hurriedly glanced at the time and quickly picked up the design draft and ran to the interview company.

The editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine looked at her design draft critically, "You don't have any characteristics of your own! Have you been to a show?"

Penny shook her head with a little nervousness, "I've seen many shows on the Internet."

"Online?" The editor-in-chief looked up and down at her clothes, his eyes fell on her dark gray boots with some mud on them. It was obvious that Penny did dress up carefully for the interview.

But she was poor and there was no brand blessing. Even the bag she was carrying looked extremely cheap.

"Will the effect you see at the catwalk be the same as through the camera? Penny, you are not suitable for this industry." The editor-in-chief supported her chin with both hands and gave a final notice: "You are more suitable to be a waiter."

"Please give me another chance!" Penny stood up and quickly flipped through her handbag, wanting to show her other drawings.

"No, no, no, you have wasted my 5 minutes. Madam, get out of here."

Five minutes later, Penny, who was asked to leave the company by the security guard, was filled with confusion. She was always praised in college, and her teachers said she was a natural fashion designer!

Why?

Three consecutive interview companies rejected her.

Maybe I didn't draw well.

Penny silently clenched the drawings, thinking about making persistent efforts, and at this time, the alarm clock on the roadside reminded her.

The work at the bar was about to start, and she was going to be late!

Half an hour later, she hurried to the bar, quickly changed into her uniform at the urging of her supervisor, and went on stage with champagne.

Today's strippers performed a new dance, which was obviously quite popular. Some rich people were throwing a lot of money directly, and no one looked down when the falling US dollars fell to the ground.

Penny couldn't help but look down, and took advantage of no one noticing to step on it and secretly pick it up. When she looked up, she found that the stripper on the stage raised an eyebrow at her.

In an instant, shame spread and her face turned red, and she threw the money in her hand to the ground again.

But when she finished her work and returned to the backstage, she began to regret it.

That was $100, her daily salary.

At this time, the stripper who had left work earlier than her was still putting on makeup.

Embarrassment and shame made Penny speechless. It was only when she changed out of her uniform and looked for her handbag that she found her handbag on the dressing table, and her design draft was spread out!

"What are you doing!!"

Anger made her look directly at the girl, who curled her red lips slightly, "I'm just curious about the clothes designed by fashion designers."

Penny kept silent with a gloomy face, took the manuscript away with one hand, and turned around to hear from behind: "It is indeed a beautiful dress, Penny, maybe you can design one for me."

"Impossible! I won't design clothes that are destined to be taken off!! Nor will I design them for you!"

"You have a really bad temper."

The gentle female voice was accompanied by a smile, and Penny only left an indignant back.

This time, she walked quickly through the streets, and saw a tall man with a smooth head squatting in front of a homeless man half leaning against the wall not far away.

Looked like a gangster.

Penny walked aside silently and heard vaguely.

"I can provide you with accommodation and food. You need to do me a favor...Don't be nervous, it's not a drug test, and I don't want your organs...transport goods."

The security in California is getting worse and worse.

Penny's heart sank, and she quickened her pace to go home.

Another night of design, interview during the day, and waiter at night

However, she found that there were fewer and fewer homeless people on the street these days, which made her feel a little scared.

She was thinking about renting a new house, but looking at the savings she had worked so hard to save, she gave up the idea.

The next day, she failed the interview again. Before the editor-in-chief left, she couldn't help but say: "I want to know why I have been rejected! I think there is nothing wrong with my design! It is no worse than any big-name design!"

The editor-in-chief paused and turned his head: "Your design is indeed unique in style" Penny was delighted, and the next sentence: "But there are many people like you in the fashion industry! Why don't you take a look at your image!"

"You can stay here for a while and see how others dress and what they use! If you don't even know luxury goods, Penny, you should go home."

After half an hour, Penny mustered up the courage to ask the staff here.

Soon she got the real answer.

"You don't look rich, why do you want to be a fashion designer? If you really want to come in, you need to change your clothes, at least make yourself look a little richer."

"If you don't even have a Chanel bag, I'm curious about what kind of courage allows you to step into the fashion circle."

"You look like an innocent student."

"..."

Penny was silent and walked out of the company silently. The magazine staff behind her waved their hands. There are such wishful people every year.

The fashion circle is originally a game for the rich.

What do ordinary people touch?

...

Late at night, bar.

Penny didn't laugh all night. She looked at the clothes of the bar guests. In fact, in addition to men, there were also female customers at the scene. They were dressed gorgeously, and the earrings alone looked very valuable.

A man suddenly approached from behind, "Penny, we meet again, are you really not ready?"

Penny was startled and stepped back. The champagne on the wine tray was poured into a glass, and the wine spilled on the ground. The man said pity, "You have to pay for it, I can help you pay for it." He took out 300 US dollars and put it on the wine tray, and raised his mouth: "Penny, I really have a good impression of you."

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