The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The greeter at the door, wearing a black vest, checked Zhou Meiyue's membership card meticulously, then put on a smiling face, and led the two of them to the lobby.

The hall is antique, and all the furnishings are very retro, making people feel like they are in a European castle in the [-]th century.

Zhou Meiyue led Ye Zhibing to sit down at a round table and asked the waiter to serve tea.

"Ye Zhibing, you don't know, they don't have boxes here. They start at seven o'clock every day, and there are also cultural performances. They invite some powerful people to come."

Zhou Meiyue happily showed off her knowledge here.

Ye Zhibing didn't disturb Zhou Meiyue's good mood, and said in agreement: "It's good to be brave, and you can watch the show for free if you treat the meal, buy one get one free, it's a good deal."

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and the waiter brought tea.

Zhou Meiyue ordered a few dishes and a bottle of red wine.

At this time, guests came in one after another, all of them in suits and leather shoes, well-dressed, and looking like dogs.

They were all sitting around the stage next to the wall of the hall, presumably to grab a good seat and watch the performance later.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, which was very inconsistent with the atmosphere of this restaurant.

Ye Zhibing couldn't help frowning and turned his head to take a look, and saw that the person who came in turned out to be an acquaintance.

Brother Xing!

At this moment, Brother Xing looked like a big brother, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, combed his hair, and holding a cigar in his mouth. Surrounded by four or five subordinates, he walked in contentedly.

Ye Zhibing had never seen those subordinates before, maybe they were newly recruited recently, all of them were big and round, with incomparable strength.

Ye Zhibing didn't stand up to greet Brother Xing, and he didn't want anything from him, so there was no need to curry favor with him.

Although Brother Xing held his head up and looked very imposing, he still caught sight of Ye Zhibing out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but be taken aback, isn't this Ye Zhibing?
He didn't expect Ye Zhibing to appear here suddenly, and he was also with the beautiful president of the rival Gao Group.

However, he quickly came to his senses, even though he didn't like Zhou Meiyue, he still came over to greet Ye Zhibing politely.

"Wow, let me tell you what's going on. It's suddenly so bright here. It turns out that Mr. Ye is here, and it's full of splendor. Mr. Ye, are you okay?"

Brother Xing came over with a big smile, bowed, and reached out to shake hands with Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing took advantage of the situation and shook his hand, and said with a faint smile: "I passed by by chance, and when I met Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao said he would bring me to see him, so I just appeared here, so I didn't disturb your interest, Brother Xing, right? "

Brother Xing said with a smile: "Where will it be? I'm too happy to have time."

As he said that, Brother Xing turned his head and shouted to the waiter: "Waiter, the account for this table is under my name."

It may be that Xing Ge has frequented it since he became prosperous, and the waiter is very familiar with Xing Ge, so he agreed loudly.

After arranging to pay the bill, Brother Xing looked at Zhou Meiyue again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, it's a pleasure to meet you. I rarely meet you here."

Zhou Meiyue said lightly, "I'm eating at home."

Brother Xing couldn't find a topic, so he turned to Ye Zhibing and said, "Mr. Ye, please chat slowly, I'll come over to toast later."

Ye Zhibing nodded, and watched Brother Xing go to another table, where he sat down with his people.

Zhou Meiyue was very distressed, how could she finally be able to go out to eat alone with Ye Zhibing, and met Brother Xing who didn't like her, what a pity.

Ye Zhibing saw that Zhou Meiyue was depressed, so he said, "Miss Zhou, let's go home after eating."

"Okay."

Zhou Meiyue couldn't wait for this, so she readily agreed.

When the two were eating, it was time for the restaurant's theatrical performance.

A long-haired literary youth came onto the stage with a guitar on his back, talking and singing.

In fact, he sang well, and the people below nodded in approval after hearing it.

But Brother Xing's table was really noisy, it was noisy, like gambling.

Ye Zhibing took a few glances, then retracted his eyes, and sighed, Brother Xing still lacks taste.

What was more extreme was yet to come. Not long after, a few more tables of guests came.

These people had a good relationship with Brother Xing, but that one was even more noisy, so that the people nearby couldn't hear what was being sung on the stage.

But Brother Xing and his group had a lot of people, and they all looked fierce, and they dared not speak out, they only looked at them with disdainful eyes.

After several performances, an elderly pianist came.

After he came to the stage, he bowed to the people below, and then he got ready and started to play the music.

It's just that Brother Xing and his group are having a drink at the moment, and you just glanced at me and said something, and the quarrel was very loud.

The pianist endured it for a while, and finally saw that his own piano sound was covered, and felt very angry, so he stopped playing, stood up, took the microphone and said to Xing Ge: "Sir, can you be quieter?" , wait until I finish playing this piece?"

Brother Xing hadn't finished speaking yet, and the picture below showed his men, just spitting wildly at the old pianist.

He is a literary and artistic person, and he has never seen such an unreasonable little bastard, his face was flushed, he couldn't talk about it, and he was very wronged.

He can't scold each other, and he is too embarrassed to scold others.

Not to mention sparring, he is old and weak.

Ye Zhibing couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Zhou Meiyue, "You eat first, I want to play the piano because my hands are itchy."

Zhou Meiyue was surprised, "You can play the piano?"

Ye Zhibing chuckled, "I understand a little bit."

Zhou Meiyue was happy, "Okay, I will appreciate your piano skills."

Ye Zhibing smiled, got up and walked onto the stage, and said to the pianist: "Sir, don't be angry with them. I have learned the piano, but I am not very proficient, so you can give me some advice, okay?"

The pianist had a step down, so he agreed: "Okay."

Ye Zhibing went to sit in front of the piano, recalled Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", and played lightly on the strings with both hands.

The pianist looked at it and nodded frequently. Although there are many shortcomings, it looks decent.

He was about to give some advice, but Ye Zhibing suddenly stood up and said to the old man, "I'll let them be quiet first, and then you can give me some advice."

After finishing speaking, Ye Zhibing picked up a microphone and shouted towards the area where Brother Xing was located: "Can you f*ck be quiet for a while, and wait for the old man to finish playing this song?"

This shout shocked the sky, and there was a commotion below.

Brother Xing didn't notice that Ye Zhibing was on stage, and he was still drinking with his friends.

He suddenly heard a familiar voice yelling like this, so he turned his face to look, and it was indeed Ye Zhibing who was yelling.

His face turned red immediately, he knew that he was the one who took the lead in making a noise, and he was thinking about how to apologize to Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing continued to shout: "You come here to eat, don't you just want to improve your taste? It's so noisy, think this is a vegetable garden?"

Many people below felt the same way, and this young man spoke out their aspirations!