Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"Master Wang, Mr. Zhang is already waiting for you in the box." Manager Yehun smiled brightly, "The boss specially told me to entertain you well today."

"Today I'm here to talk about something." Wang Zhaomou smiled politely, looking across the bar hall.

It's not the time for the nightlife to start, there are only a few young people in the lobby, playing poker and drinking.

"Bring them a drink for me." Wang Zhaomou glanced at the young people from afar, then turned and entered the box.

Mr. Zhang has been here for a while, and he warmed up the venue in advance. There were more than a dozen empty bottles on the table, and two waiters stood beside him, watching his nose, nose, and heart.

"Come on, have a drink, don't be shy!" Mr. Zhang blushed, holding a waitress in his arms, fumbling with one hand, and kept pushing the wine glass to the other's mouth with the other hand.

"You've sold me so much wine, why don't you take the initiative?"

"Boss, I only sell alcohol. There are patients in my family..." The waitress had disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. She had already drank a lot.

Wang Zhaomou glanced sideways at Lao Qi, Lao Qi understood, stepped forward and grasped Mr. Zhang's wrist, his iron-like hand, and pulled the waiter from Mr. Zhang's arms.

"Mr. Zhang, you are drunk."

"Ahhh." Mr. Zhang reeked of alcohol, squinted at Lao Qi, stood up with a smile, and looked at Wang Zhaomou.

"Look at me, I didn't even pay attention, Zhaomou, you're here."

"Mr. Zhang." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly.

"Come, come, drink!" Mr. Zhang blushed, and put his hand on Wang Zhaomou's shoulder in a stumbling manner, "Let me tell you, I have confidence in you because you have three children in your family. The Wang family is in your hands. , wind, wind and water rise!"

"Mr. Zhang didn't bring anyone here today?" Wang Zhaomou looked around, but he didn't see Mr. Zhao's usual two bodyguards.

"Aren't you afraid of bad things? Let them go to the next room to play." Mr. Zhang smiled and looked at the waitress standing next to him, "Come out and play, don't you have fun?"

"Old Qi, go to the next door to have a look." Wang Zhaomou looked normal, "Mr. Zhang's bodyguard, please greet him too."

Old Qi nodded sharply, opened the box door and left quickly.

"Zhaomou, come, have a drink. They say that your wine is of poor quality. I absolutely don't believe it." Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes and poured Wang Zhaomou's wine himself. You have to give it to me, right?"

Wang Zhaomou smiled, picked up the wine poured by Mr. Zhang with his fair and slender fingers, and looked down for a moment, as if he was waiting for something.

"If you're a man, drink it!" Mr. Zhang raised his hand, trying to persuade him.

"Mr. Zhang, I have something to tell you." Wang Zhaomou was not in a hurry, looked at the carved glass wine glass, and swirled the drink in it.

"I know!" Mr. Zhang came alive, "Isn't it because your wine quality is poor, I don't mind!"

"Then what if..."

"I'll be responsible if something goes wrong!" Mr. Zhang patted his chest and assured, seeing that Wang Zhaomou hadn't toasted yet, he frowned, a little unhappy, "I just helped your Wang family take a 7000 million order, and you don't even want a glass of wine drink?"

The door of the box opened suddenly, and Lao Qi walked in. Mr. Zhang was about to ask, when he caught sight of Wang Zhaomou raising his head sharply from the corner of his eyes, drinking half a glass of wine in three or four seconds.

"That's right..." Mr. Zhang hadn't finished speaking when Wang Zhaomou dropped his glass heavily.

Old Qi seemed to have received some signal, and walked towards Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang sensed something was wrong, and immediately called out to his two bodyguards, but no one responded for a long time.

Lao Qi glanced at his boss, Wang Zhaomou gave a jaw, and Lao Qi punched Mr. Zhang in the side. After a while, he pressed Mr. Zhang, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, to his knees in front of Wang Zhaomou.

"Wang Zhaomou, you are crazy!" Mr. Zhang stared at the spotless leather shoes in front of him, and complained vaguely, "I am..."

"What are you, I don't know?" Wang Zhaomou raised his foot, stepped on the side of the man's face, lowered his body, and exerted force slowly until the man's face was pressed against the floor and he couldn't speak, then he looked up at the waitress, slightly With a smile, "Come here, please."

"Old, boss." The waitress was so frightened that she couldn't help herself. It was the first time she saw such a scene after working for two months.

"Give him wine, how much you can drink, I'll buy as much."

Wang Zhaomou's voice was soft and elegant, with a slight comforting meaning, "With me here, he dare not trouble you."

"Really, really?" The waitress' voice trembled, her fingers kept twisting the corner of her clothes.

"I'm not telling lies." Wang Zhaomou calmly retracted his legs, pulled out a card, and beckoned to the other two waiters, "Swipe the card."

The waitress found a funnel from nowhere, and with the help of Lao Qi, began to pour wine bottle by bottle into the mouth of the wailing President Zhang.

Every time a bottle is filled, the card is swiped. Wang Zhaomou casually leans on the sofa, rests his legs and closes his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the music in the box stopped. Wang Zhaomou slowly opened his eyes, and saw Mr. Zhang who was poured sideways and kept spitting out wine.

"Send it to the nearest garbage dump and bury it deeper." Wang Zhaomou stood up, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled gently at several waiters, and elegantly pulled out a few pink banknotes from his wallet.

"Please help lift him down."

In the lobby of the bar, a few young people were having fun, when they suddenly saw a few waiters carrying a man who kept spitting wine down.

Thinking of the person who brought the drinks just now, the young men paused and continued playing poker, as if they hadn't seen the previous scene.

Wang Zhaomou came down from the second floor, sat by the bar, and checked the time.

It will take at least half an hour for Lao Qi to return from throwing out the trash. Although he picked up a piece of trash, Wang Zhaomou did not feel relaxed at all.

The Wang family will still go bankrupt, and he will still have nothing and die of illness in the basement. It's just that there is one less person who relies on the Wang family's profits to make trouble.

"Master Wang, do you need something to drink?" the bartender asked enthusiastically.

"Have a few glasses if you are good at it." Wang Zhaomou was a little tired, and raised his hand to rub the center of his eyebrows.

Time flies, and Lao Qi just came back when he saw the boss sitting at the bar chatting with the bartender.

"boss."

Wang Zhaomou turned his face sideways, the tails of his eyes were reddish.

"Did Leng Ye find it?"

"Boss, I have already checked Suzhou City and nearby cities, and there is no one-year-old child named Leng Ye."

Lao Qi looked at Wang Zhaomou motionless, as if lost in thought, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to speak.

"One more thing..." Old Qi was helpless, "Master Zhaoyun is already at school, waiting for you all day."

Wang Zhaomou was in a daze, "Did he admit his mistake?"

"No, he ate the potted tomato from the principal's office and said..."

"What else?" Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes.

"Also..." Lao Qi lowered his voice, "If you don't go, you will be drunk three years ago, holding someone else's dog, teaching a group of old men and women to dance ballroom dance, and directing traffic at the intersection, and you will be killed by the police. Tell what you brought back."

"Nonsense, I didn't." Wang Zhaomou's eyes wandered.

Lao Qi looked at it for a while, then suddenly realized that he called the bartender.

"How much did the boss drink?"

"Seven glasses." The bartender wiped the glasses.

Lao Qi frowned, "What was the boss talking to you just now?"

The bartender looked helpless, "Master Wang was arguing with me about how many legs 64 frogs have. I said 250 six, but Master Wang insisted on saying 250 five, because there is one with three legs."

Lao Qi felt bad, turned his head to look again, and found that the person next to him disappeared at some point, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart.

"Quick! Find someone!"

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"Ah, this durian is so fragrant!" A customer stood by the fruit stand and rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Brother, can you open the durian for me, give me half of it, and buy the whole thing back, I can't eat it either."

"Yes." Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and took out a clean plastic bag, and used his hands to break off the cracked opening in the durian.

"I have a knife here." Seeing Ji Lianhuo's difficulty, Uncle Yu took out a knife from under his booth and handed it to Ji Lianhuo.

"This is what my son asked me to use for self-defense." Uncle Yu stretched out his hand to tease Ji Dabao, who just woke up, "Yo, the little guy has woken up."

After not sleeping all night, the child's body couldn't hold on anymore, Ji Dabao fell asleep without holding on, and when he opened his eyes, there was a suffocating strong durian smell, which made Ji Dabao almost roll his eyes.

Why would anyone like to eat this thing!

"Six yuan a catty, a total of four catties and two taels, 27 yuan and fifty-six cents, counting as 27 for you." Ji Lianhuo raised a knife and fell to split the durian. The customer was just about to pay when the old man smashed Ji Lianhuo with his elbow. Lian Huo.

Ji Lianhuo was stunned, and immediately raised his head, "Sorry, I made a mistake, it's 28."

"It just happened to be paid today." The customer didn't care, and counted the money to Ji Lianhuo, "The salary is just [-], I'm lucky with this one, it's really expensive."

The customer carried the durian pulp and left satisfied. Uncle Yu put his hands in his hands and winked at the young man in front of him.

"Xiao Ji, this is not like you. I have never seen you miscalculate. What happened today?"

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and covered the remaining half of the durian with a plastic bag. He didn't know if it was frozen or he remembered something, his ears turned red.

"Tsk." Uncle Yu is quite well-informed. When he saw Ji Lianhuo's appearance, and then remembered the lunch box that fell on the ground before, he understood a little bit.

"Xiao Ji, like the young master from before, he is from a different world from us at first glance." Uncle Yu sighed, "Someone saw you look good before and asked me to be a matchmaker, but when I heard you With a child, there is an uncle who is a gambler, and the widows at the east end of the city are so scared that they packed up and ran away overnight."

"I... don't have a family." Ji Lianhuo's eyes darkened, and he wiped the flesh off the blade. He knew his situation better than anyone else. No matter which girl he was looking for, it was a disaster for her.

"Alas." Uncle Yu sighed, just as he sighed, he lifted his head up again, and stared back.

With a sigh of nine bends and eighteen bends, Uncle Yu shot Ji Lianhuo's arms continuously as if he had seen a ghost. Ji Lianhuo didn't know, so he looked up, and at a glance he saw the young man on the other side of the road, quietly looking at him.

The other party seemed to have just come out of night hunting, his suit was still trimmed, and his posture was elegant and generous. The pair of beautiful eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were facing him, and a little bit of drunkenness could be seen on his face. Ji Lianhuo froze in place holding the knife He stared blankly at the man, his mind went blank, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Ji Dabao was affected by Uncle Yu's series of slaps, felt his uncle's stiff back, poked his head out of curiosity, and saw the young man standing upright across the street at a glance.

Ji Dabao squinted his eyes, feeling that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he met him.

"Xiao Ji, he seems to be looking at you all the time." Uncle Yu turned his body sideways and lowered his voice.

Just being watched, Ji Lianhuo's mind went blank, and he subconsciously looked down at himself for some reason. His old single clothes had patches on his elbows, dirt on his chest, and his trouser legs were also scratched. The wild dogs tore into strips of cloth.

The cloth shoes under his feet have been washed to white, and recently his feet have pinched more and more, his toes are about to stick out, and he is carrying a one-year-old child on his back, with messy and dirty hair. Doesn't it look...funny and ridiculous?

Ji Lianhuo almost didn't dare to look up, afraid that if he raised his eyes, he would see the undisguised smile on the other's face.

A few bicycles passed by on the street, the young man didn't pay any attention and walked straight over.

When Ji Lianhuo heard the crisp ringing of the bicycle, he raised his head subconsciously. The next moment, he felt a sudden sinking in his legs, and a pair of beautiful eyes with red eyes under the lens looked straight at him.

"...Boss, it's not cold today...acquisition..."

Looking closely, the man's facial features were extremely delicate, Ji Lianhuo couldn't quite understand what he was talking about, but felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the place where the two of them were close seemed to be burning hot, almost boiling.

With a "kuang", Ji Lianhuo's breathing became unsteady, and he dropped the knife in his hand. His mind went blank, and his eyes were full of the young man in front of him.

The man raised his head drunkenly, his eyes were soft and glistening, he hugged the boy's leg with one hand, and touched the knife that fell from the boy's hand with the other. Seeing this, uncle Yu, his pupils were shocked, he stepped forward quickly, and took the knife Stuff it back under your stall.