I'm the big president

The most basic thing in dealing with people is sincerity. As long as you are sincere, the other party will definitely feel it. Only by abandoning hypocrisy and impetuousness can you enjoy the beauty of simplicity and purity.

It was already 08:30 when he came out of Mo Zinei's house. Qin Yang stood at the gate of the community and hailed a taxi. After getting in the car, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Lu Fei's number.

"Are you Qin Yang?"

When the phone was connected, Lu Fei's voice seemed a little surprised.

"Accident? I saw you in the Bitaoyuan community this afternoon. Do you have time now? I'd like to buy you a cup of coffee."

Qin Yang felt a little uneasy. He and Lu Fei were just acquaintances, not even acquaintances. They might refuse to meet him.

"I'm not used to coffee, please buy me a bar, I'm a bit busy now, wait for me at No. 60 Monster Bar, Kangkang North Road in two hours."

Lu Fei said something in a low voice and ended the call. Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the driver with a relaxed face: "No. 60, Kangfu North Road, Monster Bar!"

The taxi drove for about 10 minutes and stopped at the door of a bar. Qin Yang looked up at the flickering light above the door frame. The Monster Bar is this place. It looks like an ordinary bar, but why is it called a monster? What about the bar?Maybe the only way to find the answer is to go in.

Qin Yang got out of the car and took out his mobile phone to check the time, pushed open the door of the bar and walked in.

Dim lighting, low and melodious jazz music, old wooden bar counter, solid wood tables and chairs covered with vicissitudes of life rings and scars, there are not many guests, but they are by no means few. Everyone seems to have formed a tacit understanding, chatting quietly and sipping Drinking, enjoying a comfort and tranquility.

Qin Yang walked to the bar, and immediately understood the origin of the bar's name. Behind the bar stood a fat middle-aged man with a bald head, a garlic nose, a big mouth, thick eyebrows, and two deformed ears. Two small horns, grinning and revealing a mouthful of white teeth, wearing only a white linen long-sleeved upper body, paired with a small brown camel hair waistcoat, under the green light of the bar, it looks like a real version of a classic animation character ... Shrek, Shrek the monster.

"Brother, is this your first time?"

The uncle grinned, and skillfully tossed the stainless steel shaker in his hand. The cylindrical flask seemed to be endowed with some kind of spirituality by his big hand, jumping cheerfully, flashing a soul-stirring light.

"Yes, I have an appointment with a friend."

Qin Yang smiled, and sat sideways on the high stool in front of the bar.

The uncle stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly, and a small flat-bottomed crystal cup was thrown in front of him. A crystal line of wine was poured out from the raised mouth of the jug, and the bright arc fell into the mouth of the cup accurately, and half the glass was poured in a blink of an eye. The wine jug was lifted up and thrown lightly, the whole movement was smooth and natural, and it was done in one go.

"For first-time guests, the first glass of wine is free. This is Uncle Shi's rule."

The uncle smiled and pushed the wine to Qin Yang with one finger. His bald head shook and his ears moved up and down.

"Thank you!"

Qin Yang picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it cleanly. He felt a line of fire flowing down his throat into his chest. He opened his mouth to spit out hot air, as if he could feel the air in front of him rippling slightly like water waves.

"What a strong wine, stronger than the knives in my hometown."

Qin Yang glanced at the empty wine glass in his hand, with a wry smile on his face. His grandfather used to be a national second-level bartender with books. Later, due to personal reasons, he resigned from his job and returned to the small village to drink a dozen catties of white wine and boiled water. It seems that his father is also a well-known wine leaker from all over the world. He never leaves his hand for three meals a day. I don't know how many catties he can drink, it seems that he has never been really drunk, and the glass of wine he drank just now is somewhat stronger than any other wine he has ever drunk.

A trace of surprise flashed in Uncle Shi's big eyes, he caught the jug and shook it lightly: "Young man can drink a lot, do you want another drink?"

Qin Yang asked with a smile: "What's the name of this wine? How much is a cup?"

Uncle Shi smiled and said: "This wine is called Fire-breathing Monster. The first glass is free for new customers, 88 for the first glass for old customers, 180 280 for the second glass, and [-] [-] for the third glass. If someone drinks three glasses, they can use the metal tray Take three cans of beer and walk around the bar and return to the bar, all drinks consumed tonight will be free, are you interested in challenging it?"

"It's interesting, does this cup count?"

Qin Yang smiled, and tapped the empty wine glass in front of him with his fingertips.

Uncle Shi glanced at him, smiled and said, "Naturally, but I want to remind you that the fire-breathing monster has a lot of stamina, so don't try to be brave if you can't drink it."

Qin Yang scratched his head and asked, "I still have a friend. Is she coming to drink for free?"

"Haha! Of course your friend is free, the prerequisite is that you can drink three cups of flame-breathing monsters."

Uncle Shi was delighted, he hadn’t seen such an interesting customer for a long time, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He remembered that the last time he drank three glasses of fire-breathing monsters and carried three cans of beer around the bar was a guy who boasted that he could drink two The old drunkard who kept drinking a catty of liquor, ended up staggering and falling to the ground after walking less than ten steps. Fortunately, he was not injured, otherwise he would have to pay a worrying medical bill.

Qin Yang looked up at the old-fashioned wall clock in the bar, and said in a low voice, "Pour the bar, my friend is coming soon."

Uncle Shi poured him a glass of wine, his small trumpet-like ears shook twice: "For the second glass, do you want some snacks to suppress the wine?"

Qin Yang shook his head and smiled, stretched out his hand to pick up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then put down the empty glass in his hand gently: "One more glass."

Uncle Shi picked up the jug and poured another full glass, said with a faint smile, "Don't drink too fast, you can take your time..."

Before the words were finished, Qin Yang had already picked up the wine glass and drank it down, and put down the empty glass casually: "After drinking the wine, how should I serve the beer?"

Uncle Shi turned around and took a metal tray and three cans of beer from the wine cabinet, randomly placed the beer in the center of the tray in a triangle shape, and said with a smile: "Use one palm to hold the tray and walk around the bar, as long as the beer does not drop Just get to the ground."

"Small idea."

Qin Yang got up and took a tray and walked around in a leisurely manner. Most of the bar was regular customers. When he saw someone holding a beer around the circle, he immediately thought of that special challenge. Almost all the people who came here to drink had challenged it more than once. One exception obediently paid for the drink.

Only those who have drunk the fire-breathing monster know how strong the alcohol is. Most people here can do it even after drinking three glasses of flame-breathing monster. , undoubtedly let this group of regular customers find a lot of fun.

The guests in the bar stopped talking at the same time, and their eyes focused on Qin Yang. Their eyes were different, smiling, surprised, encouraging, expecting...Although everyone was embarrassed to challenge the fire-breathing monster, but watching Embarrassment of others is also a pleasant thing.