The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 245 Young Master Zhao Pays for All the Spending Tonight
In the Blue Shell Bar today, the music stopped early before 1 o'clock.

In fact, this is not a bar, it does not have all the minimum operating licenses, it is just a warehouse that lost its original function, was bought by someone, and turned into a small meeting point.

"Can I get him a glass of water?" Cheng Che sat on a high-backed chair, took off his mask, and looked at the bald man across the table with concern, "Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

The bald man vomited all over the previous booth, so he couldn't sit there anymore.Cheng Che and the bald man each pulled up a chair and sat face to face behind a table.

There was no one behind Cheng Che, but there were people standing behind the bald man.

The side with a large number of people and a powerful force fully demonstrated what it means to be a large number of people and a weak force. Most of the people had expressions of horror and helplessness on their faces, and a few women looked at Cheng Che unconsciously with admiration in their eyes.

"Well, I didn't come here to make trouble, thank you." Cheng Che was handed a glass of water, and he pushed the glass in front of the bald man, "What's your name?"

The bald man who was still rubbing his abdomen took the water glass and said reluctantly, "Tours, you don't need to go to the hospital, just take it easy."

He looked at Cheng Che with resentment in his eyes, as if to say, are you here to make trouble?
"Hehe," Cheng Che laughed dryly, "My name is Zhao Lin, I don't know you if you don't fight."

Made up a false name casually.

"Are you a Marquis or an Earl?" Tours suddenly asked a strange question.

What knighthood?Is there still a renaissance in feudal society here?Cheng Che was taken aback when he heard that, "What Marquis, Earl?"

Tours took a serious look at Cheng Che's face and suddenly said, "You are not from the Carlos League."

"Well," Cheng Che admitted generously, "I'm from out of town, that's why I want to ask for help."

"Forget it, anyway, if you can beat me with one move, it doesn't matter what level you are." Tours took a sip of water in frustration, but still coughed twice feeling uncomfortable.

"Good luck, good luck," Cheng Che waved his hands modestly.

I was prepared to fight unprepared, and I had to stack up all the buffs before going on, otherwise I would have to go through three or five moves to clean him up.Even if elves of the same level fight against each other, the elves on the opposite side will be full of various status skills, and the other side will not be able to stand it.

"So, what exactly do you want us to do for you?" Tours glanced back. "Titus and Harold said you jumped out and beat them up for no reason."

"Hehe, misunderstanding, misunderstanding," Cheng Che glanced at the two people who were struggling to shrink into the crowd, "I just want to ask you to help paint a slogan on every graffiti wall in the city. The slogan only needs to exist for 3 days, so It’s enough that the whole city of Miare knows this slogan.”

"What kind of slogan?" Tours' tone became vigilant. "If it involves politics, even if you are a Marquis, we won't do it. At worst, we will call the police now. It's useless for you to do it."

The two students I met during the day had demands in various aspects. These people who are getting older and have left school and entered the society are very vigilant about possible risks.

"Thinking too much. How can I have a pen and paper?"

"Behind the bar."

Following the direction pointed by Tours, Cheng Che found a notebook and a fountain pen from behind the bar, and wrote [Wu De, your apprentice calls you home for dinner! ] A line of large characters was written on a blank page and spread out for Tours to see.

"This, is it okay?"

Tours turned the notebook around, pointed at the word "Wu De", and looked at Cheng Che strangely: "Wu De is a person's name? I thought it was the morality of martial arts."

"It's really a person's name," Cheng Che nodded helplessly. "It's also a knight. I can't find him. I hope I can find him through the graffiti all over the city. I just hope that the slogan can be left for about three days, and I will be there later." do not care."

Cheng Che thought for a while and added: "Well, you guys do me this favor, I'll give you 1200 yuan a day." (Carlos coins)

"1200 yuan is too little," Tours said with a straight face, pushing the notebook back to the middle of the table.

The atmosphere at the scene became tense. Everyone at the scene knew that Cheng Che could beat everyone down here by himself, and they didn't know whether he would resort to violence. Some people had already secretly pulled out their mobile phones to call the police.

"Tours!" Someone couldn't help shouting softly, even if you refuse, don't be so tough!

And Cheng Che didn't intend to force these people to help. No matter how fast he came and went, it was impossible for him to become a wind and supervise so many people to force him to work.He was already thinking about his words, and persuaded the other party to let him put on the slogan as much as possible in the past three days. As long as no one competed with him, the minimum expected goal could be achieved in three days.

Tours stood up suddenly, raised his hands and kept waving his arms, "A knight from a foreign land came to Carlos to find his companions. For a slim hope, he drew slogans around in the middle of the night."

"Shouldn't we lend a helping hand for this kind of thing?"

The tense atmosphere was swept away immediately, the crowd boiled up, and cheers echoed on the four walls of the warehouse. "Should!" "That's right! Tours!" "Let him see the enthusiasm of the Carlos."

Someone turned on the speakers in the bar, and the cheerful music began to play again.

"Maggie, next," Tours threw the notebook to a woman behind him, and the notebook fell into the opponent's hand in a perfect arc, "Show everyone, what slogan we want to print."

"Ok."

When the notebook was passed among the crowd, Tours sat back in front of the stunned Cheng Che, "You don't need to pay, we can invite other friends to help you, but you have to invite all of us to drink a bottle Wine. Can I?"

Infected by the opponent's arrogance, Cheng Che nodded heavily without hesitation, "Yes."

As for whether the price of a bottle of wine per person will be more expensive than the 3600 Carlos coins, Cheng Che can't care about it for the time being.Anyway, looking at the price of the wine list, the wine in this bar is not too expensive. At worst, I will overdraw my credit card and wait for the Guandu Union to pay my salary next month.

The other party has already talked about this, and it would be too meaningless to say no.

All kinds of wine bottles were taken out and piled up on the table to form a hill.

It was like a carnival, people carrying bottles, carrying spray cans, shouting the name of "Wu De, Wu De", and poured out of the bar in twos and threes.

From time to time, someone would walk into the bar, explain that they were here to help, take a bottle of wine, and happily go out to find the graffiti wall.

Tours even took Cheng Che around and ran to a bar in another urban area where graffiti artists gathered, and also came here to buy drinks and exchange slogans.

The urban legend that Mr. Zhao paid for all the consumption tonight began to spread quietly in Miare City.

(End of this chapter)