Human ladder

Luan Bing hadn't seen Wen Yan for a while, and was startled when the little girl at the bar said that Wen Yan had come.

Wen Yanguan, the bartender, ordered a glass of dark beer, and at the moment he was pouring it into his mouth, when Luan Bing stood behind him and said angrily: "Who am I, why come to me when you have time? "

Wen Yan put down his glass and smiled at Luan Bing: "Long time no see, Sister Luan, are you getting fat?"

"Fuck you, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, come to your place to drink and warm up."

Luan Bing rolled his eyes in disbelief, and leaned into Wen Yan's ear and asked, "What have you been doing lately?"

Wen Yan blinked at Luan Bing innocently, and looked at her suspiciously as if she couldn't understand human words.

It was a cold day, but Luan Bing was only wearing a turtleneck sweater and a long skirt covering the hips. He leaned against the bar and looked at the red men and women around him. He couldn't help but seriously said to Wen Yan: "I heard that Well, I said that you have been making a lot of trouble recently, and you even asked someone to make an appointment, what's the matter?"

"Someone is dissatisfied, saying that he has only heard of my name, so I must not let him learn more?"

To say that Wen Yan used to be quite low-key, usually except for his own school, he didn't hang out with other schools, and he didn't form cliques with those who were self-proclaimed as Wang Zhong's second-stage cancer, but now he suddenly led people everywhere. dry fight.

I don't know why.

The point is that most of the people who call are on the road.

In fact, no matter what Wen Yan's previous development was, it was still within the controllable range. Luan Bing managed it secretly, with Wen Yan's ability and Luan Bing's connections.

But now Wen Yan seems to have drawn a clear line suddenly, what she has done is out of her control and beyond her sphere of influence.

This made her vigilant, and asked: "If someone bullies you, I'm not dead yet, so I won't..."

Wen Yan drank the beer in the glass, and then said: "It's me who bullies them, how can it be to the point where my elder sister Luan takes action."

Wen Yan looked at Luan Bing with a playful smile, and flattered Luan Bing's shoulder, and said, "Sister Luan, even though you are a few years older than me, I still treat you as a friend from the bottom of my heart. only……"

The so-called Wen Yan's mouth is a deceitful ghost. Luan Bing has no IQ after being bullied by Wen Yan's few words. He thought that Wen Yan was the kind of person who would be serious when he should be serious. ?”

Wen Yan pinned Luan Bing's hair behind his ears, tucked it in a little and said, "Don't let your people follow me anymore, just getting rid of those people every day is enough for me to worry about."

Wen Yan said it sincerely, as if he was really troubled by this matter.

Luan Bing played with her drooping hair, looking around in embarrassment.

Seeing that what he wanted to say had been conveyed, Wen Yan pushed the cup away and patted the snow-melted water stains on his shoulder: "Okay, I'm off to work."

What on earth is a poor high school student who is ignorant and wandering around all day long busy all day long!

Luan Bing was furious at being tricked: "What are you busy with?"

She subconsciously followed Wen Yan's back, but saw that he skillfully blended into the crowd, bumped into the shoulders of several people, greeted them maturely, and then disappeared.

No matter how powerful she is, she is just a bar owner with limited abilities. If Wen Yan wants to get rid of it, it is actually not difficult.

When Wen Yan came out of the back alley of the bar stepping on the thin snow, he happened to run into Xiao Jia who had been waiting here for a long time. He saw that Xiao Jia was usually in groups, and he was rarely seen. One person couldn't help being stunned.

"Brother Ming wants to see you."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and followed him without any surprise.

Wen Yan followed Xiao Jia to the Monster Bar without any surprise, and sat down with Ming Xun face to face.

Ming Xun seemed to be very interested in Wen Yan. When he walked in, he handed Xiao Jia his coat. He was wearing a suit and vest, and sat on the sofa opposite Wen Yan.

I saw him wearing rimless glasses with cold silver temples, and with a distant and polite smile through the lenses, he said, "I really didn't expect you to come to me."

"Mu Jiangqun is afraid of death. He knows that he will not survive if he betrays someone. Huangmao dares to betray him, but it doesn't mean he has the courage."

"so what?"

Ming Xun still looked at him with a smile, and asked with interest, "Why did you come to me?"

Wen Yan sat up straight, looked at Ming Xun and said, "You found me."

Wen Yan did not expect that Ming Xun shook his head disapprovingly when he heard this sentence, leaned on the back of the sofa and said, "You are the son of an anti-narcotics policeman, but we have no direct enmity. It is just a small It's just punishment, I'm not the one who put you to death."

"Nonsense, otherwise, why would I ask you to cooperate... Besides," Wen Yan's expression turned cold: "Don't mention the police to me, so you dare to do this business because you are afraid of the police? Or is death just so important to you?" An honorable thing?"

He leaned back, kicked over the beer on the table, and cursed: "I'll fuck you."

Xiao Jia couldn't stand it anymore, he had been enduring Wen Yan for a day or two, and immediately pointed at Wen Yan's nose and cursed directly: "Grandson, keep your fucking mouth clean!"

Wen Yanhun glanced at Xiao Jia indifferently, and then said: "The stuff was sold for you, the land was taken for you, and you have the evidence to grasp my life and death. If you don't trust me, you can report me to the police at any time ...The son of the anti-narcotics policeman is selling drugs... Tsk, just thinking about it, it will be quite a social news."

Ming Xun was very interested in this Wen Yan, crossed his fingers and even looked at Wen Yan with connivance, after a long time he looked at Wen Yan and came to a conclusion: "You are quite smart, come with me, first bring you a fortune trade."

After all, Ming Xun got up first, wiped his fingers like a clean freak, and suddenly turned around as if he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Oh, by the way, do you know Lao Jin very well?"

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

"It's nothing, I know he does this too." Immediately afterwards, he tilted his head and smiled at Wen Yan as if he meant something, "I would like to meet if I have a chance, after all... we are considered to be working together, right?"

Wen Yan shrugged, not at all surprised that Ming Xun would know what happened that day.

The reason why he dared to blatantly let Wen Yan use his banner was simply to use Wen Yan as a shield, but unexpectedly found that this shield was particularly useful.

Ming Xun brought Wen Yan to a relatively hidden box. It seemed that there was a VIP system, and it was generally not open to the public.

He followed Ming Xun, couldn't help but look back at the road behind him, and was stopped by Xiao Jia who had been staring at him all the time: "What are you looking at?"

"Hey, Xiao Jia, let him see it, it's nothing."

Although Ming Xun said so, he still circumvented the surveillance very carefully, pushed open a door, turned his head towards Wen Yan and pouted his chin.

As he opened the door, the voices of men and women screaming in the box came out, and the room was dimly lit. Wen Yan followed Ming Xun and found a random place to sit down.

Someone was crying and singing, and when they saw Ming Xun coming in, they immediately pressed pause.

Wen Yan took advantage of this moment to carefully inspect the people in the box, there were about seven or eight people, the women were heavily made-up, and the men were all leaning against the gentle village, as if they were boneless when they saw someone coming in, they just raised their heads and beat them. He said hello, and then continued to pick up the plastic tube hanging by his side and puffed on the clouds for a while.

The plastic pipe is connected to the metal table-top cigarette bottle on the table, and something is burning. After the water is filtered, the smoke billows and covers its own shape.

Wen Yan knew a little about hookahs, and he could release them as soon as he touched them.

However, the familiar man saw that Wen Yan was a new face, so he pulled out a pipe and asked, "Brother, how about some?"

"No, I just came here."

At this time, declaring that he doesn't smoke would arouse the interest of those people. Ming Xun cast a teasing glance at Wen Yan, but he didn't take the initiative to tell Wen Yan the purpose of coming here. On the sofa, a princess was randomly summoned.

There were so many people in the private room, and the smog filled the room. All of a sudden, this group of people didn't look like human beings or ghosts. Some people obviously turned their heads, shouted excitedly, and jumped off the sofa. And he jumped on the table and danced.

Everyone booed and cheered: "Take off, take off! Hahaha, let me say that today's 'meat' is fresh."

"Hey! My young master Zhang, let go of that girl, didn't you go through the back door?"

Class, age, education, family status, and even the education received from childhood are doomed to different circles. Even in a city, some people enjoy singing and singing every night, while others read nights and sleep less.

Everyone has a fixed life, unless it is some kind of metamorphosis, the billionaire young master is down and out, otherwise it is actually difficult to get out of the circle he comes into contact with.

Wen Yan is like an intruder mixed in between the two, he is out of tune with anyone, neither of which is like what he has.

"You don't want to go out?"

The music in the box was beating against the eardrums with the heartbeat, Wen Yan glanced at Ming Xun, avoided his own movements of getting closer, and said, "If I could go out, I wouldn't have followed you in the first place."

The right to choose has never been with Wen Yan.

Ming Xun hooked the corner of his mouth without any sincerity, and pointed at these people who gathered to take drugs, his eyes were not warm: "These people don't like mediocre stuff, and high-quality ones have to have that kind of connection... Let's match each other and build bridges for mutual benefit .”

"So you're waiting for someone?"

Ming Xun nodded: "The son of the leading real estate in the city is a fat sheep."

Wen Yan suddenly thought of the method that Mu Jiangqun used on himself. Through the introduction of an acquaintance, he was pulled into the box, and he drank three or two glasses of strong wine. When the atmosphere was in high spirits, he took out things in a timely manner.

You lie to me, when you find that although some familiar friends are sitting around the same thing, everyone is booing and agitating. In such a small world, the dark side of people is infinitely magnified. Waxy whispers, coercion and temptation from same-sex friends...

People have a herd mentality, even if it is a forced reaction, it is a very normal thing to hear and see.