Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

A woman with a hot figure and heavy make-up sat down beside Ling Yue with a coquettish smile. She was wearing a tight skirt, revealing a deep gully that made a man want to find out at first sight.

"Why are you drinking alone!" She brushed her hair, rolled her eyes, and bent herself into an "S" shape on the swivel chair, exuding a seductive smell all over her body.

"Get up." Ling Yue said in a voice without any emotion.

The smile on the woman's face suddenly froze, such a handsome guy, I don't know how many people covet him, and she is also confident in her figure and appearance, which is why she took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Unexpectedly, she, who has always been invincible, encountered Waterloo this time!
"Handsome guy, don't be so cruel..." The woman put on a more seductive smile, but Ling Yue's cruelty aroused her desire to conquer even more, making her want to take this man down.

Seeing that this woman still had the tendency to continue pestering her, Ling Yue simply picked up the wine glass and sat down at the other side of the bar, her refusal could not be more obvious.

The woman's face couldn't hold back at all, she gave Ling Yue a gouged look, and left with a cold snort.

The people watching the excitement around him also knew that Ling Yue was someone who could not be seduced, even if they wanted to seduce him, they stopped thinking about it.

Not long after Ling Yue sat down there, the bartender came up again. He lowered his voice and looked mysterious.

"Handsome, is the wine good?"

Ling Yue didn't even touch his lips with any alcohol, but he still curled his lips and said, "It's very delicious."

Hearing this answer, the bartender laughed, and made a "please" gesture, showing a lot of enthusiasm towards Ling Yue: "Sir, please come with me."

Even the address has changed from a frivolous "handsome guy" to a very serious "Mr." This is the attitude of talking about business.

The bartender didn't seem to care about his job at all, and left the bar directly. As soon as he left, another person automatically took his place.

Ling Yue lowered his hat again, and followed the bartender out of the noisy hall and into a long corridor.

On both sides of the corridor, there are rooms of unknown purpose, some are ordinary wooden doors, and some are directly heavy anti-theft doors.

The bartender walked ahead without looking sideways, and Ling Yue didn't show his curiosity, just followed the bartender with his head down.

Walk through this corridor, and at the end is an elevator door.

The bartender went straight into the elevator, and then pressed the "-3" button. Ling Yue noticed that this elevator didn't have an up button at all, and all three buttons went underground.

Seeing this, Ling Yue recalled the predecessor of the Yese Bar—the Japanese military garrison during the Anti-Japanese War, so it is not surprising that three floors were dug out below.

The distance of two floors came in a flash, but the bartender did not go out, but stood still and said to Ling Yue: "Sir, I will take you here,"

Ling Yue nodded, without saying anything, looked at the dark corridor in front of him, and stepped out without hesitation.

The elevator door closed slowly, Ling Yue raised his head, and walked over step by step. At the end of the corridor, there was a black door.

The appearance of this door is made of leather, and the door handle is thin, which makes people worry that it will break if you push it.

Really playing tricks, Ling Yue sneered in his heart, pushed the door open and walked in calmly.

Once the door is opened, it is a new world——

Brilliantly lit, luxurious and luxurious, the gambling tables are full of people, everyone releases their desires here, and there are waiters shuttled back and forth between them, bringing the catalyst of desire - a glass of clear champagne.

Ling Yue didn't have the slightest interest in everything in front of him, he went straight to the man in the center who was concentrating on the thick book.

In this place, it is really a strange person to read a book without being affected at all, and even read it with relish.

"Rats," he called with absolute certainty.

Perhaps it was because he was too fascinated by the reading, the man named "Mouse" didn't hear Ling Yue's shout at all, but turned another page with relish.

"Mouse." Ling Yue shouted again, reaching out to cover the pages in front of his eyes.

This time, the mouse's reading activity was finally interrupted. He pushed his thick glasses and raised his head dissatisfied.

"what!"

It was an ordinary middle-aged man's face. He was thrown into the crowd and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Moreover, this face had no memory at all, making it difficult to remember his face.

The reason why he has such a nickname of "mouse" is actually two reasons:
One, the mouse can make holes, and he can always have various channels, isn’t that just the ability to make holes?

Second, mice usually like to hide in their own dens, and they don’t come out very often unless they are looking for food. It just so happens that the introducer is a dead house.

Sure enough, there were only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

Ling Yue looked around and said slowly, "Are you sure you want to talk here?"

Only then did the mouse take the book away from Ling Yue's hand, then closed the book, put it under his armpit, and signaled Ling Yue to follow him.

Ling Yue has good eyesight, and he can see the title of the book that flashed by - "How to Make a Bad Guy".

……

Unexpectedly, this guy, in his middle age, would still like to read this kind of secondary school books.

The mouse led Ling Yue to his office. It was said to be an office, but it was actually his novel storage room. Once he entered, there were all kinds of novels everywhere. walk.

"Sit!" The mouse sat behind the desk and pointed to a stool in front of him.

The stool was so crude that it was not as good as the ones on the roadside. The wood was mottled, the paint was scattered, and it looked like it was about to fall apart.

Ling Yue didn't want to sit on such a stool, so he stood there without moving at all.

The mouse cleaned up the things on the table without looking up: "Sit down, I'm not used to someone standing and talking to me while I'm sitting."

However, Ling Yue is not someone who would wrong himself to accommodate others, not to mention that he was looking for trouble today, even if it was a normal meeting, he would not be able to wrong himself.

"Chen Long's list, who is the employer?" Ling Yue simply went straight to the point. The smell here is really a bit indescribable. A person like him who has a slight cleanliness habit standing here is like being tortured.

The mouse was still tidying up his own table, "Didn't you come here to entrust? If not, go away, I don't have time to chat with you."

Poor tone and bad attitude.

"Chen Long's list, who is the employer?" Ling Yue repeated, giving him one last chance.

After all, he is an introducer, and Ling Yue is not going to torment this person, if he cooperates well, he only needs to be punished a little.

The mouse was finally willing to look up now, and he rolled his eyes, "No comment!"