Chapter 323 – #71_Gehenna’s Host Bar (6)
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One.
1:00 pm.
The opening day dawned.
Siwoo, who had been studying customer service manners all night and even in the morning, suddenly looked out the window and experienced heartburn for the first time in a while.
“Takasho, what is that? It’s kind of scary.”
“That’s what I’m going to say…. What the hell have you been living for?”
The alleys of the Malkuth Gallery, seen through the curtains, are full of people.
To be more precise, witches are lined up.
Takasho, who went through all the hardships in Gehenna, and Shiu, who lived as slaves together.
It was the first time in my life to see a procession of so many witches.
The store hadn’t even opened yet.
It was not difficult to notice that Periwinkle had let go of the rumors in moderation.
“Whoa… This is your chance. Impressing future customers…. I can do it….”
“I need to prepare soon.”
Takasho, who was muttering next to him, hugged Siu tightly.
Customers lined up in front of the store waiting to enter like Vienna sausages is a sight I have never seen in my dreams.
While I was burdened with how to handle all of that, I couldn’t help but express my gratitude to Siwoo.
“Thank you so much my friend. I will never miss the opportunity you gave me.”
“Everyone is helping. I also benefited a lot thanks to you, so what are you doing in a manly way?”
Shiu, who predicted the situation more accurately than Takasho, had a different feeling seeing it in front of him.
Of course, he did not come out to help Takasho with the intention of selling himself.
Siwoo’s role is always a bait product.
Each table will spend about 15 minutes and make a pilgrimage.
Only witches who purchase the highest priced alcohol are permitted to be nominated for about an hour at the service level, and of course, the second is not allowed.
Even without the presence of a male witch, I was thinking of helping with the work for about two weeks by attracting customers to the point of attracting aggro.
“Takasho. But can I do it well?”
But aside from that, to be honest, I’m not very confident.
If it’s just a conversation, there’s no problem, but what Siwoo has to do is ‘serve customers’.
Moreover, the opponents are witches who are extremely picky with numbers like that….
“What are you talking about? Absolutely.”
Takasho looks at him as if he is saying something strange.
I don’t know where I got this blind faith.
Finally, I checked the decoration with a mirror.
What’s so beautiful about neatly folded all-bags and drooping clothes like swallow tails?
Takasho even offered her a monocle with a chain attached to her, but she refused.
Sometimes I don’t even know the beauty standards of witches.
“Then, shall we write a legend?”
“Good friend.”
Two people in perfect suits head to the front door.
It was a monumental afternoon when Rose Glass, the first host bar in Gehenna, officially opened.
2.
“It is an honor to serve the witch like this.
We are currently issuing a waiting list to provide the best service as many people have visited us compared to the size of the business.
If you give us the contact information of the remote correction ball, we will contact you immediately according to the order.
Those who find it cumbersome to come and go can spend a leisurely time at the salon on the 2nd and 3rd floors, so please use it as you like.”
Do not blindly accept guests just because many customers have come to visit.
The host bar can accommodate up to 30 people.
If the high-end host bar, which should maintain a quiet and luxurious atmosphere, changes like the Dottegi market, there will be no such catastrophe.
Therefore, Takasho divided the part into four and issued a standby ticket, limiting the maximum number of customers to 120 per day.
In addition, as a sign of understanding and gratitude to the witches who waited, middle-class liquor was provided free of charge, so the service started without much fuss.
“The snacks fell on table 12. Make up You seem to like cheese, so I prefer Stilton cheese.”
“Yes!”
“I ordered wine for table 2, so prepare a decanter. Did you get caviar?”
“I came in this morning.”
“Try it, and if it’s in good condition, send it out together.”
“Yes, manager.”
Takasho rushed around for service and guidance, receiving complaints and making sure the staff were treating customers well.
Today, he is not directly serving customers as a host, but is in charge of communicating with the kitchen as a manager.
This host bar has a former hotel chef and sommelier, so it’s probably not a close service.
“Hello? Witch. It’s an honor to meet you. My name is Liam.”
“My name is Paul.”
The witches and the players who were escorted to their seats and entered.
Each seat is equipped with a stand-type screen for privacy and stability.
As per Periwinkle’s advice, pre-chilled Dom Perignon and side dishes are provided as standard.
It goes without saying that the dim lighting was maintained and the gramophone was played to create an atmosphere.
If things got better later, he was considering hiring an orchestra.
“You can’t just lean on Siwoo.”
Witches do not yet have an accurate concept of what is called a ‘host bar’.
If I had to compare it, it would be the first Malatang restaurant that landed in Korea.
How far can Shin Si-woo teach the witches the true taste of Maratang while selling sweet and sour pork with glutinous rice?
This business and Takasho’s life depend on this.
But even in such a dangerous situation, she felt joy and excitement.
“Ah… I am alive.”
A store full of customers and the sound of champagne exploding here and there.
The small laughter of small, scary girls who can’t predict when they will change suddenly.
When he thinks of the enemy he will be working at Kabukicho, his blood boils.
It started as a low-end huddled in a dormitory with six colleagues.
I cleaned the bathroom shared by 30 people and drank a bucket of champagne to receive even one more bottle of alcohol as a gift.
He defeated all kinds of rivals, updated his ranking, and burned his youth.
A bicycle turned into a Porsche, and a 12-pyeong accommodation turned into a penthouse.
The host bar where he lived his life until there was no one who didn’t know Takasho’s name in the city at night.
The battlefield where the dream of a man who thought he would never rise is now asleep.
Takasho had always dreamed of becoming the king of the night in that town.
It was a waste of time when he was reincarnated in another world along with a truck that suddenly rushed into it.
But only now.
I got a chance to dream again.
It is also an opportunity to operate a super-luxurious host bar, which was unimaginable while on Earth.
I do not intend to tolerate even the slightest mistake.
“I came to see a guy who said he was a male witch or something? I’ve been talking slickly since before, but you’re saying you’ll make me happy? Sounds cheeky.”
Takasho’s ears, who were all over the place, caught his first voice of displeasure.
It was quite expected.
Response manuals and employee training have already been prepared.
But first, it would be better to show a skilled demonstration.
Takasho took a breath and dug into the stand-type blind.
There was a Slavic witch with her brown hair, looking very upset.
“Hello, Witch Silas Christian. My name is Takasho Mimaya, the manager.”
As soon as Takasho appeared, her witch widened her eyes.
“What, do you know my name?”
Because she hadn’t introduced herself once since she sat here, but she knew her name as the manager who popped out.
“Last time at the Coot Gallery, I heard a friend of hers call her name.”
Of course it’s a lie.
For today, I have memorized all the names and faces of the prominent witches in Gehenna and those who dwell around the town of Lenormand.
That could be an important customer.
A true host not only remembers the names of customers who have visited once, but also memorizes the names of those who have not returned.
“I still remember you because you were so beautiful.”
Takasho, who went from being extremely respectful to being more natural, got down on one knee and met her at eye level.
However, there was no way that the witch’s wrath could be relieved.
Silla’s face, which seemed surprised for a moment, was still full of displeasure.
“Tsk, anyway, that’s it. Do you think I am a witch who is idle enough to wait here for a man?”
“How can I forgive you?”
“Forgiveness? Do you think you can ask me for forgiveness?”
At first glance, she seems to be constantly angry, but her momentum is definitely lower than the first one.
It means that Takasho’s strategy worked quite well.
At this timing, Takasho looked straight into Silla’s eyes.
“I will do anything if my sincerity is conveyed.”
Apologize if the customer is offended.
But never show a servile look.
Witches are basically high-handed and have a strong sense of authority.
But even so, there is no doubt that it is a woman.
A man who crawls while being irritated is caused by irritation, but it is never a plus factor.
“You mean that?”
Silas twitched her lips and took off her shoes.
Fill the shoes with Dom Perignon that was opened.
Then she smiled sadistically, with a look like, ‘Can’t you do this?’
Funny enough, these childish fights happen frequently at host bars.
“I drank this clean… Uh?”
Takasho lifted Silla’s shoe and emptied the champagne clean before she could finish her words.
And she asks with a smile.
There was no hint of displeasure in the refreshing smile.
It’s also true that Dom Perignon in a beautiful woman’s high heels is a huge reward.
“Did this make you feel better?”
It was not expected that she would accept such contempt without any hesitation.
Leaving her stiff body behind her, Takasho got up from her seat and tidied up her disheveled clothes.
“It would be difficult to say that everyone has been forgiven with this, but I would appreciate it if you would forgive me a little more.”
When I looked back at her as if her business was over, she hurriedly spoke to Silla.
“Now, wait… !”
“Yes, I am listening.”
“What if you really want to drink it? Don’t you have any pride?”
“If Silas-nim’s anger can be alleviated even a little, there is no need for my petty pride.”
It didn’t take a minute for Silla’s expression, which was full of annoyance, to be perplexed.
When responding to a customer’s complaint, it’s good to let them off the hook.
Even if she is a witch, she is a flower in a greenhouse called Gehenna.
She was nothing more than a young girl in front of Takasho, an old man who has dealt with all kinds of truth, including Japanese business girls and rich women.
At this timing, an overstated comment with a slight hint of Gehenna.
“Although you may not be satisfied, we are doing our best to put a smile on Sir Silas face. My only wish is for you to have a little bit of fun.
I’ll serve you a better drink as an apology, so could you wait a moment? Of course, I will cover the cost.”
“…….”
Silla made a softer, even slightly apologetic expression.
The remark that he would serve better alcohol was also a thoroughly calculated remark.
A woman is most generous when she is relieved of her anger and when she feels a little sorry.
As expected, Scylla refused Takasho’s free service.
“Okay, I’ll buy the alcohol I drink. It’s because I’ve been coerced. Give me this.”
“Even if you don’t….”
“Give me this. Two bottles for me and this friend’s.”
“I’ll be coloneled soon.”
Shilla, who is acting shy with her arms folded, but peeks at Takasho’s back, who glances away.
Takasho could feel it behind her back as well.
To melt the anger of angry women, and to make women who used to be fussy come back to see them.
Isn’t this the true taste of a host?
Takasho worked hard on managing his facial expressions.
The manager can’t walk around with a stupid grin.
She went around the business again to check the customer service.
“Is Siwoo doing well?”
Thinking back to the time he was dealing with Periwinkle, and looking at all the pictures of witches stored in his cell phone, he doesn’t seem to be worried.
Takasho quietly moved to the center seat where Shiu was serving customers.
