Yuhe

When the Chinese New Year was about to come, Song Yuhe came here to discuss with the manager about his leaving, but the manager asked him to work for a while, and the news from his superiors said that there would be a group of big shots coming to entertain the new year, Song Yuhe I couldn't stop talking, and promised to stop working until the end of the year, saying that I must go home for the New Year.

The Chinese New Year is just an excuse. He doesn't have any relatives worth caring about. He can't even remember when he had a serious New Year. He doesn't have much feeling for these festivals. On the contrary, holidays are the most tiring time of work.

That day, several luxury cars were parked under the nightclub, and the people in the store worked even harder. The customers who came today were not ordinary, not only rich but also prominent figures. They are not a class.

However, how could these people casually fall in love with the waiters in the store? Some of them came here just to drink or socialize, and there were also a small number of people who had heard of Song Yuhe's fame and wanted to see what kind of people kept drinking. I can't die from drinking it.

Song Yuhe is good-looking, and even some upper-level bosses are not so repulsive when they see him. If they want to find him for a drink at any time, he sits beside him, waiting for these people to speak.

He has met many people before, trying to drink himself and then taking advantage of the maneuver, no one can drink him better, after all, Song Yuhe has to thank this half-human, half-angel bloodline.

But this half-angel is just a bastard after all. According to those purebred angels, a half-angel like him will still die, and if the injury is not fatal, he will heal slowly.

Yuhe's colleagues, those who accompanied the wine, because they were not at the same level as usual, they thought this was a good opportunity for the rich people on the list, so they worked hard to greet those people .

Those people didn't look down on the accompanying wine here at all. After all, it was just a place for the rich to have fun. No one took anyone seriously, and their jaws were raised to the ceiling. After all, they just looked down on these sellers.

Here, some people sell singing, some sell themselves, and some sell alcohol. Selling singing is the easiest and relatively cheapest, while selling alcohol is often the most harmful and tormenting. Some people may sell alcohol directly. If you put yourself all in, you will really lose your money and money, and you will suffer from a whole body of illnesses when the money is gone.

After all, Yuhe is different. He suffered a lot in the early years and lost his confidence in life. But with the accumulation of wealth, he gradually had the idea of ​​living a better life.

Study hard, take a self-examination for a bachelor’s degree, get a diploma and go out to find a proper job, even if the salary is not high, it doesn’t matter, as long as you have enough food and drink every day, and have some surplus every month to live this ordinary life.

He doesn't want to associate with those so-called angels. In his mind, there is no difference between people, angels and demons. They are all creatures who look down on him from above, so what is the difference?

"Have three glasses of whiskey." Seeing that Song Yuhe was wearing the clothes in the store, a cold-looking person shouted directly.

Yu He nodded at him, but the other party didn't even look at him, and turned to say hello to his fellow travelers:

"I heard that there is a person here who can drink dozens of bottles of spirits a day without any problem. I will take you to play with him later."

"Really? Drinking dozens of bottles a day will cost me ten lives. It can't be because of marketing. Now this kind of store can do anything for sales."

"Isn't it to welcome our young master back to China? Is it really appropriate to choose this kind of place?"

"It's not easy to come back. It's good for the few of us to have a drink together."

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It wasn't like Yuhe was discussed like this once or twice. Usually, those who said that about him would end up being stunned and vomited by him, and then became smelly and filthy.

In fact, after working for a long time, Song Yuhe will also have some evil thoughts in it, hate these people who wear good-looking skins, but have to lower their heads to please them, so getting these people drunk is Yuhe's favorite way.

Because once these people are drunk, they will show all their ugly faces.

And to see these ugliness, often have to pay too much price, for example, if the other party initiates a drunken madness, he can only be the one who bears it. Hit it on the head.

The worst time was probably when he was almost violated... Song Yuhe didn't want to think about it anymore, as long as he had money, he would be fine.

The crowd became strangely restless. It was said that their big client was coming. Many people secretly looked in that direction. It was said that the person was the prince of a famous group.

Song Yuhe was somewhat curious, what kind of prince would come to such a place, he quietly glanced at those crowded places, and could barely see the figure of that person.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a large single windbreaker, and his color could not be seen clearly under the various lights of the nightclub. I only knew that his temperament was different from other people in the past. People are different from the aura of ordinary people, a condescending aura.

Song Yuhe brought a plate of wine to the people at the VIP table, and the closer they got to the group of people, their expressions were always indifferent to outsiders, but they showed a little bit of indifference to people similar to themselves. There are smiles and closeness.

Suddenly, Song Yuhe stayed there, the face who was talking and laughing with his friend was the person he had dreamed countless times in his dreams many years ago, he couldn't believe his eyes, his body seemed to be emptied from that moment After that, endless shame, embarrassment and low self-esteem followed.

Is that person really him?

Yu He's heart was beating non-stop, he thought he had put this absurd thing behind him long ago, but when he saw a face similar to that person, he couldn't control his heart.

The hand holding the plate began to tremble uncontrollably, just like his state of mind at the moment, began to shake, telling himself over and over again that it was not that person, but seeing the other person's face, his head started to explode with a bang.

How could there be two people who are so similar in this world!That face was engraved on his heart, how could he admit his mistake.

Song Yuhe was scared, more scared than the pain he suffered before.

His self-esteem, which had been trampled on all these years, was long gone, and gradually became numb, but seeing Xu Jinzhong amplified his original inferiority complex.

Xu Jinzhong is such an excellent and perfect person, he will always exist like a protagonist in the crowd, being able to get in touch with him when he was a child has already been a blessing he has cultivated for countless lifetimes, if they are allowed to meet now, Song Yuhe really does not feel that How many faces do you have.

He, Song Yuhe, studied hard since he was a child, and ended up working in this kind of custom shop, but his Brother Jinzhong seemed to be high-spirited, he was like a messy dog, without a trace of arrogance, if Xu Jinzhong knew his current situation, What kind of expression will you show?

Song Yuhe stepped back a few steps. He looked at the group of people in extraordinary clothes in fear, and his eyes became more and more frightened.

He thought, as long as he escaped for a while, he would not have to be so afraid of seeing Xu Jinzhong in the future. When he got his diploma and got a proper job in the future, he could even talk to Xu Jinzhong with peace of mind, smile and confidence. say hi.

But fate always makes Song Yuhe be teased again and again.

"Where was the bartender just now?" The person who asked Song Yuhe to order drinks suddenly asked, then stood up and searched for Song Yuhe in the crowd.

"You, come here!" The man ordered when he saw Song Yuhe, his tone was really irresistible.

But Song Yuhe still stood there blankly, it was definitely not a good thing to welcome him.

"Yong Ming, don't put on such a bad face today, tell me what else is there to do in this store besides watching people dance?" Xu Jinzhong suddenly said, but Song Yuhe couldn't hear what Xu Jinzhong said clearly because he was a little far away. What, "It's hard for me to go out and play casually. If my parents catch me, I won't nag to death. You have to do something interesting!"

"Just try drinking..." Before Zhao Yongming could finish speaking, Xu Jinzhong interrupted him: "Seeing what other people enjoy drinking, I guess there are more valuable things to do."

"As expected of Jin Zhong, the guess is really accurate!" Zhao Yongming's younger brother Zhao Yingbo snapped his fingers and said, "This nightclub is opened by Fang Weiyi. This person robbed us of our wealth. Recently, we are engaged in information development. We started with technology. , this guy has been financing and holding shares everywhere since he came, so he thought about asking Jin Zhong for help."

Fang Weiyi...Xu Jinzhong always felt that he had heard it somewhere, and it was a little familiar. The name sounded quite unpleasant.

"It's really you who came to plot in someone else's store." Xu Jinzhong said, and the person next to him handed them the wine they ordered. Zhao Yongming felt a little strange, and the person who handed the wine changed.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. He's only a nominal name now, and the people inside are more or less from our Zhao family." Zhao Yingbo continued, leaning on the sofa and taking a sip of wine, and then said: "Get it from him." It’s nothing to go to a hotel, what I want is his entire company, and it’s annoying for this person to be stuck there every day.”

"Just one Fang Wei will make you worry like this." Xu Jinzhong disagreed.

"It's not that... this person is ruthless." Zhao Yingbo said, he was still too young. The dead rich second generation, if you don't get rid of a big tiger, it will be difficult to establish prestige.

"Yongming, why don't you help?" Xu Jinzhong turned to Zhao Yongming instead.

Zhao Yongming sighed, and said lightly: "I can help sooner."

The reason why they came here was not only to play, but also to vent their anger by bullying Fang Weiyi's people here. They have many reasons to bully someone.