After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

A woman with such limited vision, if no one reminds her, will probably never know that what she is wearing is fake.

So, he needed someone to remind her.

It would be best if this person was a truly rich lady, and it would be best if she could give the reminder in this bar while Zhang Yanhua was showing off, and it would be best if she could give the reminder inadvertently.

He was searching for such a target.

Soon, he found the person.

But unfortunately, she doesn't look like the kind of woman who would go to a bar.

Qiao Wenzhou secretly sighed that it was a pity, but there was nothing he could do.

He couldn't just lure women to the bar again, could he? That would be a bit deliberate, although he had countless ways to do it.

Just when Qiao Wenzhou was about to give up this path and try another one——

The man next to him touched his arm, and the buzz-cut boy said with a sly look on his face, "What do you think? My sister is pretty, isn't she?"

That’s right, the target he found was the sister of the boy with a crew cut.

Today is the parents' day, and the boy with a crew cut called his sister over.

Qiao Wenzhou nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the dazzling bracelet on the other person's hand, "Well, beautiful."

The crew-haired boy chuckled and said, "How about you go online with me today and I'll give you my sister's contact information?"

After thinking for a while, Qiao Wenzhou said: "Not very good."

The guy with the short hair was surprised. "You refused?"

Qiao Wenzhou said calmly: "Well, because I have to go to work at night."

The guy with the buzz cut was even more surprised, "You're still a junior high school student? You work?"

Qiao Wenzhou: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

The guy with the short hair widened his eyes, "No, where are your parents? How could they let you go to work?"

Qiao Wenzhou remained silent. He pursed his lips, looking a little hurt.

The man with the crew cut glanced at Qiao Wenzhou's empty seat, as if he vaguely understood something.

He scratched his head, "Sorry..."

Qiao Wenzhou lowered his eyes and rubbed the ground lightly with his toes, "...It's okay."

The guy with the buzz cut felt even more embarrassed. "So... where do you work at night?"

Qiao Wenzhou said sullenly, "Bar." He also told the specific location.

The guy with the crew cut opened his mouth wide, "Wine, wine, wine, wine?!!"

Qiao Wenzhou lowered his head and said, "Yeah."

The guy with the short hair felt that he had said too much. He said dryly, "Sorry... I'm sorry..."

Then he kept silent, his expression changing from time to time, and his eyes were full of pity when he looked at Qiao Wenzhou.

Qiao Wenzhou seemed not to see it and kept his head down until the parent-teacher meeting was over.

When it was finally time to go home from school, Qiao Wenzhou quietly left the school carrying his small schoolbag.

Looking at Qiao Wenzhou's back, the man with the short hair scratched his head in annoyance.

Beside him, the woman asked, "Is your scalp itchy?"

The man with the short hair moved his lips, "Sister..."

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

Short hair: "I have a classmate, he..."

On the other side, Qiao Wenzhou, who had no idea, went home as usual, but when he passed by a supermarket, he heard that oranges were on sale and went in.

When he came out again, he was holding a bag of oranges and a fruit knife.

After returning home, he put his things on the coffee table in the living room and went back to his room to do his homework.

When night came, he went to work at the bar as usual.

Today, he is busier and more diligent.

When the customer flow reached its peak, two unexpected figures appeared at the door of the bar.

The man with the short hair pointed at the figure moving among them and said to the woman next to him, "That's him."

When Yu Guangzhong discovered that the two men were approaching, Qiao Wenzhou was serving wine to Table 1.

Listening to Zhang Yanhua's daily boasting with few changes in words, Qiao Wenzhou slowed down his pace.

When they were about to approach Table 1, the man with the crew cut and his sister came forward.

The elder sister spoke first, "Brother, if you have any difficulties, I can help you."

Qiao Wenzhou looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

The woman quickly explained: "I am Xiaojun's sister. Aren't you two good friends? My sister's family is very rich. You should stop working here, okay?"

The guy with the buzz cut, Xiaojun, touched his nose with a guilty conscience. He apologized first, "I'm sorry."

Then he hurriedly said: "But my sister and I really want to help you. Although we don't know what happened in your family, you are still a junior high school student. You shouldn't work here. You should study hard."

The two people who looked similar looked straight at Qiao Wenzhou, and both pairs of eyes were full of sincerity.

His heart shrank slightly, and Qiao Wenzhou suddenly didn't dare to look back.

Perhaps because they were delayed for too long, an impatient voice rang out from Table 1, "What's going on? Where's our wine? Why hasn't it come up yet?"

Hearing the voice, Qiao Wenzhou suddenly came back to his senses. He smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I'm a little busy now. Can we talk later?"

Having said that, without waiting for the two to respond, Qiao Wenzhou quickly walked around them and delivered wine to Table 1.

He walked hurriedly with an anxious look on his face. As soon as he arrived at Table 1, he hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I was delayed for a while just now. I'm so sorry..."

After hearing the apology, the people at Table 1 became even more arrogant.

"What's wrong with you, waiter? Is your leg broken or something? You're so slow even in serving drinks?"

Faced with such questioning, Qiao Wenzhou apologized repeatedly, but the people at Table 1 became even more relentless.

"If you're this slow next time, I'll complain to you!"

Hearing the word "complaint", Qiao Wenzhou looked up hurriedly, "Sorry, please don't complain about me."

His weak and vulnerable look made several people at Table 1 burst out laughing.

Zhang Yanhua, the leader, directly took a large wine glass and filled it with wine. "Drink it, and I won't complain about you."

Looking at the full glass of wine that was pushed in front of him, Qiao Wenzhou looked embarrassed, "This..."

Others started to make a noise, "What? Can't drink it? Then wait for the complaint."

"That's right, we can't even drink this little bit of wine, how are we going to turn off the fire?"

"How come you, a bar worker, can't drink? How did you recruit him? I'll ask your manager later."

Coincidentally, they all ignored the fact that Qiao Wenzhou was so thin that it was obvious that he was not yet an adult.

When he heard that he was going to ask the manager, Qiao Wenzhou hurriedly picked up the wine glass and said, "I'll drink it. Don't go find the manager."

At this time, Xiaojun, who had been watching the whole process, finally couldn't help it.

He ran in, kicked over the table, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

"Drinking with your mother! What a bunch of idiots!"

Then he started squirting at the women.

"A bunch of sluts, do you really take yourselves seriously after drinking a few sips of wine?"

"A thing that's ridden by a thousand people has learned to threaten others? I think you've been screwed and become stupid, with only sperm in your brain!"

The scolding was really unpleasant to hear.