The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 421 Turn, turn again!

Although this woman looks good, she is not Luan Bingran.

But since he is so handsome, he should attract women's attention.

Anyway, all the guests came, so Chen Zhao looked at the bartender and pointed to the bar.

Yes, a veteran!

The bartender was used to such scenes, he took out a square glass from the bar counter, and was about to put some ice cubes in it.

The woman said, "Add three yuan."

Chen Zhao didn't say much, poured the wine, clinked glasses, and took a sip.

The woman also took a sip of wine.

Chen Zhao asked casually: "It seems that you drink well, there are very few girls who drink like you?"

"When men and jobs are unreliable, you can only rely on alcohol." The woman smiled, obviously also a master at chatting.

"Yo. It seems that I met a female classmate with a story today. I really like listening to other people's stories." Chen Zhao greeted the bartender: "Have a glass of sparkling water."

The sparkling water was brought over, and the woman was very satisfied with Chen Zhao's actions, so she followed the topic and said, "I found that you have two very good qualities."

"First, you didn't ask me about my zodiac sign. That's really a bad opening line."

"What about the second?"

"Second, you at least acted like a good listener, making people want to talk to you."

Chen Zhao took a deep breath, put one arm on the bar, and looked at the woman with deep eyes: "Do you know why a man and a woman will lose the ability to listen to each other after a fixed relationship for a long time?"

The woman clenched her right hand into a pink fist and rested it on her cheek, looking very seductive. She shook her head slightly, her eyes showing puzzlement, expressing her ignorance.

"This is the result of the evolution of natural laws. During this process, men will gradually lose their ability to hear high notes, and women will gradually lose their ability to hear low notes. Perhaps it is because they lose mutual resistance that they can grow old together..."

The more a woman listens, the more blurred her eyes become.

The more the bartender listened, the more he admired him.

He obviously has the face of an honest man, but his ability to pick up girls is proficient. If he works harder, he will be able to take this woman away.

After finishing a glass of wine, Chen Zhao looked at the time, glanced at the door of the bar, looked back at the blurred expression of the woman's eyes, and said, "Sorry, my girlfriend is here."

The woman was startled, her eyes glazed over for a moment, and she didn't know what to say.

There was still talking and laughing a moment ago, and the progress was hot.

The next second he said he was not interested.

This is a joke!

"Sorry for wasting your time."

Chen Zhao smiled, and said to the bartender, "This lady's consumption just now will be charged to my account."

The wine poured from your wine bottle, and the sparkling water you asked for, if it’s not your account, who will be accounted for?

The woman gave him a complicated look and left.

Even the bartender was puzzled, and leaned in front of him: "I said buddy, you are a bit anticlimactic."

Chen Zhao smiled: "I just like sharp turns."

The bartender glanced at the woman who returned to the booth with a displeased face: "You don't really want to wait for your girlfriend, do you?"

"I'm just not interested in her."

You're not interested and you're still having such a good chat? z
The bartender smiled, and continued to wipe the goblet with a Khmer cloth.

In bars, there are all kinds of people, and it's not like there are people who catch fish and throw them away.

Nothing strange.

Holding the square cup, Chen Zhao slowly shook it. Hearing the sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the cup, he noticed a person entering the door from the corner of his eyes.

A young girl, wearing a red and white plaid long-sleeved shirt, her whole body is clean and almost no accessories can be seen.

After entering the bar, I took a look at the environment, and walked straight over to sit on the high stool.

"Have a glass of lemonade."

"Thank you."

Luan Bingran took a few sips from the cup, looked at the female musician singing on the stage, then looked around and then turned her eyes around Chen Zhao's face.

Of course Chen Zhao wouldn't look at her at this time, but stared at the wine glass indifferently, listening to the crisp voice, and took a sip after a while.

This move is so common that almost all the men in the bar do it.

But for some reason, only this man seems to have the noblest and most graceful movements.

It was as if he was not sitting in front of her tasting wine, but sitting under the peach blossom tree in March in the south of the Yangtze River, surrounded by flower petals. .

Luan Bingran looked at the man curiously for a while, and felt that this man was a bit special, so she moved forward and started a conversation, "What do you believe?"

Chen Zhao said, "My surname is Yu."

"I mean what do you believe in?"

"I don't believe in anything."

"Don't people have to believe in something? For example, if you believe in Buddhism, Taoism, gods and ghosts, you can also believe in your wife."

Chen Zhao took a sip of wine and said calmly: "I'm divorced."

Luan Bingran said, "I'm sorry."

Chen Zhao waved his hand to indicate that it's okay: "You little girl is so funny? Just ask people what they believe when you come up."

"This may be determined by the nature of my work."

"Excuse me, what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm an employee of a non-profit hospice organization, and I'm distributing leaflets on this street tonight." Luan Bingran handed Chen Zhao a leaflet while speaking.

Chen Zhao looked at the capitalized word "salvation" above and said, "I'm dying, but I can still be redeemed. That's really great, how about you redeem me?"

"Why, are you dying too?"

"Otherwise, why would my wife divorce me? Why would I come here to drink?" Chen Zhao drank the wine in his glass in one go, and pointed to the bottle: "Such a bottle of wine is worth more than 1000. Want to drink such expensive wine? It's because the doctor told me to calm down and eat and drink well."

"sorry."

Chen Zhao waved his hand again, pointed to the leaflet in front of him and said, "Have you finished distributing this yet?"

Luan Bingran shook her head: "I feel thirsty halfway through, so come in and have a drink."

Distributing leaflets and running down the street, and running to the bar to drink when thirsty.

The routine is deep.

To tell the truth, those who need end-of-life care in this kind of territory are from rich families.

It is also the goal of hospice organizations.

If you have no money, no matter how painful you are, even if you don’t even have the money to buy a shot of Demerol, hospice organizations will not care for you.

Otherwise, why not move the business to the township?

There are more people out there who want hospice care.

Chen Zhao smiled, and pointed at the leaflets: "Let me distribute the leaflets for you, and I'll find something to do for myself, so I won't have to lie in bed and think wildly."

Luan Bingran thought about it seriously, no matter what he said was the truth or a lie, anyway, he had nothing to lose.

"Thank you so much for that."

Seeing Chen Zhao talking and joking with the girl, he didn't even buy a glass of wine, but the girl followed Chen Zhao out.

Tsk tsk, master, what a master!
This girl is young and beautiful, and she is indeed more attractive to men than the woman with thick makeup just now.

If you were a bartender, you would know how to choose!

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhao went out with his front foot, and came in with his back foot, bringing four women who could tell he had feelings at first glance.

Huh?
The bartender was taken aback.

Is this another turn?

(End of this chapter)