Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 22

Shen Zhuo nodded. He tried his best to adjust himself to a more suitable state, and said softly, "Are you waiting for me?"

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"It was you who didn't pay attention at the auction just now, otherwise I wouldn't have raised the price..."

Bai Siqi looked very embarrassed, his eyes were full of guilt and helplessness, he bit his red lips, "Jingcheng said that the painting just happened to hang together with my original one, I thought about it and thought it was the same. , I just wanted to pat casually... I didn’t expect it, I’m so sorry, you won’t be angry, will you?”

If it was the usual Shen Zhuo, he might be very patient and play tricks with Bai Siqi here.

It's just that Shen Zhuo was full of things in his mind today, he just wanted to find a bar to have a drink, and go back to sleep when he got drunk, he was not in the mood to deal with Bai Siqi's master attitude at all.

"It doesn't have to be like this, I always keep a clear line between public and private." Shen Zhuo waved his hand, "Everyone knows about you and Mr. Su, don't always bring it up in front of me, I don't interfere with artists' private lives."

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it happened to be the opening time of the bar he frequented at night.Shen Zhuo finally gave Bai Siqi a polite smile to save face: "If there is nothing else, let's leave it at that today. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Shen Zhuo has a bar that he often frequents, which is far away from the company, around the West Fourth Ring Road.

The owner of the bar is an out-and-out northerner, and his boyfriend is from the capital. It is said that the owner fought hard for a long time before being released by the boyfriend to open a bar for entertainment.

The location is in a small alley, it's not easy to find, there are quite a lot of regular customers in the bar, although it's not a real gay bar, but because of the boss, there are actually quite a lot of gays here.

Shen Zhuo doesn't come here often, but it's very regular, basically once a week. Over time, he has developed a little friendship with the boss, and can chat a few words every time he meets.

When he came out of the auction venue, that guy's Hummer was no longer in the parking lot.Shen Zhuo didn't bother to worry about what kind of madness that kid was having again, he went out and took a taxi, then made an appointment with Wen Pei on the phone, and the two met at the entrance of the bar.

Wen Pei's schedule is relatively free, and he arrived earlier than Shen Zhuo. As soon as he saw Shen Zhuo get off the car, he rushed up aggressively: "Shen Zi! Did you send the picture of me showing my ass when I was a child to that pervert Yu Linjiang! "

Shen Zhuo was sitting on the co-pilot, fumbling for money in his wallet, while Wen Pei lay beside the window of the taxi, yelling loudly, the driver and Shen Zhuo looked over at the same time.

The driver's expression immediately changed: Oh my God, there are one or two perverts here, scared.jpg.

After receiving the money, the speed of the car starting is like flying.

Shen Zhuo ate his mouthful of car exhaust, wiped his face with his hand, turned around, and tried to argue: "No, there is a picture showing your butt in your childhood photos."

Wen Pei knelt down and said "嘿嘿嘿", pointed at Shen Zhuo and said, "When I ask someone for a script, I call her Xiao Tiantian, and in a blink of an eye, his photo is exposed!"

"Wake up, the audition scene is over," Shen Zhuo lightly kicked Wen Pei's ass, and said expressionlessly, "Didn't I ask you at that time...you also agreed."

"Hey! Can the temptation of childhood be the same as the bare buttock photo! Can it be the same! In that photo, I even put my butt up!" Wen Pei pointed at Shen Zhuo tremblingly with trembling fingers, as if affected Feeling a big grievance, "Today you pay the bill!"

Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Pei up from the side of the road, and the two walked towards the bar together.

Just two steps away, Wen Pei leaned over and asked mysteriously in Shen Zhuo's ear, "What did Yu Linjiang say after seeing it? Did you say that I was very cute since I was a child?!"

Shen Zhuo got goosebumps all over his body when he was numb by these two people, he shook off the goosebumps on his body, and shook Wen Pei off his shoulders by the way, and gave Wen Pei a look without a smile on his face: "He said The posture of pouting your butt is good, and you will use that posture when you have a chance in the future."

"Huh?" Wen Pei was stunned for a moment, then realized, and was furious, "Fuck him! He wants to be hired!"

Just arrived at nine o'clock, the bar had just opened for business, and there were very few people in the store, which seemed deserted.

Shen Zhuo and Wen Pei sat down at the bar. The bar owner didn't seem to be here today. Behind the bar was a familiar bartender. Seeing Shen Zhuo coming, he extended his hand to greet him: "I didn't come at the usual time today? What would you like to drink?"

"Cocktail with high concentration, anything you want." Shen Zhuo smiled at the bartender, then pointed to Wen Pei beside him, "Give him a low-alcohol cocktail."

Although Wen Pei is not the first time to come here, but not many times, Yu Linjiang sees him closely, and usually comes here to have a drink or two with Shen Zhuo.

"What low degree! Big men just want to drink strong alcohol!" Wen Pei closed his phone, obviously just finished arguing with Yu Linjiang, he browsed around the bottles and cans behind the bar, and waved his hand, "Here I'll have a drink, um, let's have a drink, and you'll pay for it!"

The little bartender didn't know if he was straight or not, but he understood Wen Pei, his eyebrows curved: "Then I'll make you a martini, known as the 'King of Cocktails', the base drinks are gin and gin .”

Wen Pei usually drinks blue Hawaii, the base wine is rum, and he won't get drunk after a few glasses.

Today, when he heard that he was going to have a "King of Cocktails", Wen Pei slapped the table loudly: "Okay, just give me the King of Cocktails. I want to show off my attacking style when I go back tonight!"

"Okay," the bartender took the shaker from the side and shook it casually, then looked at Shen Zhuo again, "B52?"

Shen Zhuo nodded, and said with a smile: "Six glasses, and another six glasses of tequila, and give me an empty glass by the way."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, then paused with the shaker in his hand: "You don't want to drink it with it, do you?"

Shen Zhuo didn't nod or shake his head, he took out his wallet and patted a small stack of Grandpa Mao on the bar, with a smile on his eyes, he said softly: "It's not that you don't pay, you just tune."

"I'm afraid I'll call an ambulance. The boss isn't here today," the bartender curled his lips, counted a few of Grandpa Mao's and put them away, and pushed the rest to Shen Zhuo, "That's enough, I'll take the tip too. .”

"Let's put it aside for now, maybe I'll order later,"

Shen Zhuo didn't put the money in, he lit a cigarette, and Wen Pei beside him frowned: "Why have you been smoking more and more recently?"

This is the first time the two have met since Shen Zhuo was reborn. Shen Zhuo suddenly recalled that he was not so addicted to smoking when he just graduated.

It's been too long, and he will forget what he was like before.

Shen Zhuo seemed to want to pinch the cigarette in the ashtray next to him, stretched out his hand and then retracted it, took a sip of the lemonade in front of him: "I'm trying to quit."

"Smoking and drinking too much, you pay attention to your body, remember to have a physical examination every year." Wen Pei frowned, he knew Shen Zhuo's drinking capacity, but people are fleshy, so they can't drink like this all the time.

"It's all good cigarettes, imported." Shen Zhuo shook the cigarette butt in his hand, which was extinguished. The American Marlboro pops, he lightly bit the cigarette holder, and a very soft popping sound rang out in his mouth .

"Imported ones can't afford you to smoke like this!" Wen Pei complained at him. It happened that the bartender had mixed his glass of martini. The refreshing light blue was dipped in the Alsace glass, and it was a perfect match in the bar. The light reflects a colorful feeling.

Wen Pei picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, and said with satisfaction: "It's delicious! It fits my general style! Lovely brother bartender, please bring me another glass!"

"..." Shen Zhuo summoned a waiter to order another plate of Black Forest cake for Wen Pei, and pushed the porcelain plate over, "Drink slowly, eat something, don't get drunk."

Ten glasses of B52 bomber and tequila were put on the table, and the golden and black three-layered liquor was jumping with flames, making the tequila in the cognac glass next to it even colder.

"Come on! Shenzi, touch, touch one! I wish you, and your Laoshi subsidiary, better and better!" Holding a second glass of martini, Wen Pei insisted on clinking glasses with him, with a slight smile on his face. It's a little red, but the hand is quite steady.

Seeing that he seemed to be awake, Shen Zhuo took a cup of tequila, smiled, and touched Wen Pei: "Well, it's getting better and better."

He extinguished the flame on the B52 with a lemon slice, picked the middle glass and drank it down.

The top layer is fiery and the bottom layer is cold. The temperature difference between ice and fire spreads over the tip of the tongue, slides down the throat, and enters the stomach and intestines silently.

Shen Zhuo paused, and drank another cup of tequila, which tasted bitter and sweet, which made people feel unsatisfied.

After a while, Wen Pei, who was next to him, leaned over crookedly. There was still half of the second martini he ordered, and half of the Black Forest cake was eaten. hole.

Wen Pei pointed at B52 in front of Shen Zhuo, and happily said with his tongue out, "Wow! That looks good, here, give me a cup!"

Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand to push the glasses of wine away, helped Wen Pei to sit up again, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, and said helplessly, "Wen Xiaopei, you're drunk again."

Wen Pei stretched out his hand to push away Shen Zhuo's fingers, and said seriously: "I'm not drunk!"

Shen Zhuo helped him sit on the seat, and smoothed his clothes: "I'll ask Yu Linjiang to come and pick you up."

He only found out that these two had lived together for a long time in the finals of the audition a while ago. Wen Pei is a famous housekeeper, and it is the same wherever he lives. Yu Linjiang, who he knew in college, was finally kidnapped by that guy a while ago home.

Wen Pei wanted to reach out to grab the unfinished glass of wine again, but was stopped by Shen Zhuo, who was very unhappy and said: "I want you to drink well, go back and attack him!"

"Hey, you can't get hard when you're drunk."

Shen Zhuo stroked along the hair, patted Wen Pei's furry head, took out his mobile phone and called Yu Linjiang.

Yu Linjiang was very straightforward, there happened to be a dinner party nearby, and he said he would be there in 10 minutes.

Wen Pei felt a little aggrieved while sitting. He was drunk, raised his hand and pulled Shen Zhuo's hand down, muttering: "Yu Linjiang, that scumbag, was supposed to accompany me for dinner tonight! But he missed the appointment! I won't fuck him when I go back tonight... woo..."

Shen Zhuo smiled, and followed Wen Pei's fury: "He'll be here soon."

Yu Linjiang really came very quickly, Shen Zhuo looked at his watch, and sure enough, within 10 minutes, he walked in from the door of the bar and walked straight towards the bar.

He was still dressed in casual clothes, and he did seem to have just come from a party, with the smell of cigarettes on his body.

"The sense of direction is pretty good, I didn't get lost." Shen Zhuo praised him, and handed Wen Pei into his arms by the way, "Be careful on the road."

Yu Linjiang flicked Wen Pei's forehead. Wen Pei barely opened his eyes, then closed them again, snoring quietly in Yu Linjiang's arms.

"I was having dinner with the youngest of the Su family just now." Yu Linjiang hugged Wen Pei in his arms, and put his hand in front of his eyes to help him cover the dazzling lights of the bar. "Third Uncle Su Jingcheng, do you know?"

Shen Zhuo hesitated for a while: "What did he ask you for?"

"The old seniority of his family has retired, and the position of the boss depends on whether he can move up this year. The third child naturally wants to help," Yu Linjiang hummed lightly, and picked up Wen Pei, "Beware of Su Jingcheng, recently His house is in chaos, be careful when he pushes you out to block the knife."

This sentence is not unreasonable. Su Jingcheng has been helping his uncle and third uncle in recent years. If he can bring down Su Jingcheng, it will be a shortcut to deal with the Su family.

Shen Zhuo nodded, and offered a glass of wine to Yu Linjiang: "I know, thank you."

Yu Linjiang didn't stay too long, greeted Shen Zhuo, and walked out of the bar effortlessly holding Wen Pei.

There were two people when they came, now only Shen Zhuo is left.

He and Wen Pei grew up wearing a pair of trousers, and ate lunch made by Wen's mother with Wen Pei. Until now, Wen Pei also had Yu Linjiang by his side.

Shen Zhuo was actually quite happy for Wen Pei, he was bored at home for a few days when he was typing, and now that Yu Linjiang was watching him, Mother Wen could feel relieved.

In less than ten minutes, the heat of B52 has subsided completely, and the remaining liquid is cold and thin in the cup.

Shen Zhuo put the empty cup in front of him, added half a cup of bomber, and then added half a cup of tequila.

When the two cocktails are mixed together, without the processing of the shaker, the colors will be mixed, appearing cloudy and dark.

The taste also changed from two different tastes to a kind of wine that is both sweet and bitter, with a spicy aftertaste.

Shen Zhuo drank very well, and when the bartender came back after mixing drinks for other customers, he saw Shen Zhuo lying on the bar counter with ten empty wine glasses in front of him.

His eyes were still clear, but he didn't straighten up. When he saw the bartender coming, he greeted him: "Hi."

The little bartender has seen many drunk people, but this is the first time Shen Zhuo has seen this one. He tentatively took the cup back from the bar: "Sir, are you okay?"

Shen Zhuo smiled: "Very good, bring me two more cups of Long Island iced tea, sober up."

Bartender: "...Sir, wait for someone to pick you up?"

Shen Zhuo seemed to have pondered for a while, then continued to smile: "No, I can go back by myself, no one else needs to pick me up."

Bartender: "Sir, can you stand up?"

"Of course I can! Look, isn't this—" Shen Zhuo felt that he was questioned, he knocked on the table unhappily, stood up, and soon fell back to the seat with weak legs.

"Wait for me slowly." Shen Zhuo hadn't tasted drunk for a long time, subconsciously he didn't think he was drunk, he pointed at himself, and emphasized, "I won't get drunk. "

"Everyone who gets drunk tells me that, sir." The bartender didn't believe Shen Zhuo's evil, he stretched out his hand and shook Shen Zhuo's arm, "Has the gentleman who came with you just left?"

"He was taken back~" Shen Zhuo was able to chat with people for a few days when he was drunk, and he relaxed his mouth. He nodded, as if affirming, "His boyfriend is a director, quite OK."

The light was dim, and for a moment, the bartender suddenly saw a kind of loneliness from Shen Zhuo who was lying on his stomach, a loneliness that was incompatible with the surroundings.

"Then why don't you make a call and find someone to pick you up." The bartender rarely meddled in his business once more, "Or I'll make a call for you, do you have a number?"

Shen Zhuo was really drunk, he looked at the little bartender, carefully pondered the meaning of his words.Then he took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked the lock screen, and threw it on the bar counter, with a smile on his face, but his voice seemed to be sighing: "I'm looking for someone... Look, no one can find it."

The bartender subconsciously reached out and picked up the phone, and found a long list of contacts, the names of various managing directors, he scrolled down, and there were a few that were from the finals of the recently hyped audition. Several newcomers with the same name.

"A lot of people..." The bartender was about to ask who Shen Zhuo wanted to call, but found that he had fallen asleep lying on the bar counter.

She slept very well, with half of her face exposed and the remaining half buried in her forearm.No grunting, not even breathing.

The little bartender had a bitter face. The bar did not keep customers when it was off work. They would give other customers according to the amount, and tried not to let the guests drink so much.

Shen Zhuo is famous here for his drinking capacity, he drank a few more drinks this time, but he finally got drunk.

The bartender lowered his head and looked through the contact list and recent correspondents. While hesitating, another bartender who was older came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, secretly looking through the customer's mobile phone!"

This is a serious crime, and the bartender trembled in fright: "No, no! I'll look again to see if anyone comes to pick him up."

The other bartender glanced at Shen Zhuo, and then glanced at the phone screen: "This is Dong Su, you can see that these two people have the most calls in the call records, so let's call this one."

The bartender hesitated for a moment: "But is this the chairman...will he come?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter. Let's give it a try. I haven't seen the chairman yet!"

The little bartender struggled for a long time under the instigation of the other bartender, and when the other bartender couldn't resist grabbing the phone to make a call himself, he finally pressed the phone: "Du—"

one sound.

Twice.

Three tones.

Just when the bartender's expression changed from nervous to relaxed, thinking that no one would answer, the call was finally connected.

A deep voice sounded from the other end, with slight anger and ambiguous hoarseness, as if taking a deep breath before answering the phone: "Shen Zhuo, call in the middle of the night, you better have something urgent .”

The little bartender hadn't experienced the complexity of society yet, but the other bartender next to him immediately sensed something was wrong in his voice.

——This is probably disturbing people's XING life at night.

He was about to wink at the little bartender, but he found that the little bartender had already reported the intention of coming in a very straightforward way: "Hi, hello, is this Director Su? Mr. Shen is drunk... he is asleep now, you, I'm sorry! We will immediately It's closing, can you come and pick him up?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and the bartender was terrified by the low pressure Su Jingcheng was spreading through the phone line, trembling with the other bartender: "It's okay if you can't come... Let's see the others! "

"Send me a location."

Su Jingcheng took a deep breath, and the lower body who was originally not in high spirits completely lost interest because of this phone call, just now on the bed, his mind was full of Shen Zhuo panting under him, so he couldn't die, he just tried hard I suppressed my imagination and prepared to start, but the person in my mind called again like a desperate call.

What made him even more depressed was that his first reaction when he saw that phone call was not anger, but guilt, an incomparably guilty conscience that overflowed from his heart.

He rolled over from Bai Siqi as if he had found an excuse, grabbed the phone by the bedside, opened the door and walked out.

"It's a bit far away. I'll be there in half an hour. Don't wake him up."

Su Jingcheng went back to the room to get his coat, and Bai Siqi was still lying on the bed in the same position as before, when he saw the door opened and closed, he turned around gently, with astringent voice: "It's so late, do you still have to leave? "

Su Jingcheng put on his coat, and turned off the switch of the chandelier when he went out: "Don't wait for me to come back."

After hanging up the phone, the two bartenders looked at each other.

The older bartender looked at the dead phone screen again, and asked the young bartender standing opposite him: "Do you know what this customer does?"

"I don't know," the little bartender shook his head honestly: "But he and the boss seem to know each other. The boss called him Mr. Shen when he was joking. I just saw his address book... There are many people, and there are a few names and the most recent one. The names of the newcomers in the audition are exactly the same."

The older bartender had been in the capital for a long time, and he had heard a little about who the "Ding Cheng" was investing in. After digging hard in his mind for a while, he thought of the person behind "Ding Cheng" named Su Dong.

The little bartender watched his words, afraid that he would do something bad: "What's wrong?"

The big bartender shook his head, and decided to strangle this speculation in his mind, as if he had never thought of it: "I went to the lounge to bring him a blanket, and he just sat on the seal, and he caught a cold for a while."

When Su Jingcheng arrived, it was almost time for the bar to get off work. There was not much traffic jam in the middle of the night, and the drive was smooth, but it took a long time to find a place.

Pushing open the door and walking in, there were not many customers left in the bar, he almost saw Shen Zhuo on the bar at a glance.

The man was covered with a light blue blanket, lying on the bar, the dark purple bar lamp in the bar hit his face, making his complexion fair and fragile.

The older bartenders quickly left here when Su Jingcheng first entered the door, leaving behind the experienced and rookie bartender to stick to the battlefield. It wasn't until Su Jingcheng walked over that the little bartender discovered that he had seen Su Jingcheng's personal interview in a magazine!

"Su, Mr. Su..." The bartender trembled.

"Yeah." Su Jingcheng looked a little impatient, he had never been called out to pick up a drunk in the middle of the night, he waved his hand to interrupt the bartender, looked at the clean bar, "How much did Shen Zhuo drink?"

"Ah?" The little bartender didn't hear clearly at first, and he guessed what Su Jingcheng asked. He first compared the number five with his fingers, and then compared the number ten in Su Jingcheng's eyes, "Ten Cups, five bombers, five tequilas!"

Su Jingcheng sneered, took off the blanket covering Shen Zhuo and threw it to the bartender: "He can drink."

The little bartender listened left and right but didn't understand the meaning of Su Jingcheng's words, so he didn't dare to answer the conversation without authorization, took the blanket thrown by Su Jingcheng and put it under the bar, and went to watch Su Jingcheng's movements.

Su Jingcheng stretched out his hand and pushed Shen Zhuo. He probably fell asleep for a while, and Shen Zhuo regained a little bit of consciousness. He half-opened his eyes and tried to straighten up without looking left or right. He smiled gently at the bartender: "Trouble." , you. I am going to go back..."

He leaned against the bar and stood up. Before he could stand still, his feet were light, and his whole body was limp and about to fall down.

It's just that this time Shen Zhuo didn't fall back on the chair, there were hands encircling him from behind, stretching out from his waist and pulling him into his arms.

"Lean on me, don't move."

The voice was a bit familiar, and the movements were not gentle, but Shen Zhuo's vague consciousness subconsciously erected a warning line, urging him to struggle to get away from this person.

He took two steps forward, but was pulled back and pulled into his arms. The man's voice was low and impatient: "If you move around again, I'll throw you on the elevated shelf."

Ah, that sounds scary.

Shen Zhuo lay down on the ground knowing the current affairs.

"Did you pay the bill?" Su Jingcheng raised his eyes, and the bartender stood at attention and looked at him from behind the bar.

"It's over, it's over!" The little bartender nodded quickly, trying to earn points for Shen Zhuo, "Mr. Shen often comes here, and he always pays before drinking."

Su Jingcheng's expression couldn't tell whether it was good or not, he helped Shen Zhuo to make him lie down more comfortably, and then asked again: "He came alone?"

"Ah... yes, yes, yes, yes," the bartender opened his mouth to tell the truth. He didn't know if he was influenced by the boss, but his thinking finally turned to a different angle, "Mr. Shen came alone!"

Su Jingcheng glanced at him with sharp eyes: "Really?"

The little bartender is still young, and the people who usually come to the bar have never been as intimidating as Su Jingcheng, except for those who are low-quality and drunk. He trembled and said in frustration: "Mr. .The other gentleman was picked up by his boyfriend before."

"Mr. Shen is very sad." The honest little bartender made up just right.

Su Jingcheng's face was completely gloomy, and he gave the bartender a questioning look: "Sad?"

"It seems, it seems to be sad..." The little bartender, who was tortured by Su Jingcheng's rhetorical questions and began to doubt his life, doubted his eyes again, "Su, Su Dong, I didn't keep looking at them... I, I didn't either. Sure……"

Shen Zhuo leaned on Su Jingcheng's shoulder and moved, Zhiqu leaned against his neck, and obediently did not move.

"I see." Su Jingcheng didn't let go of Shen Zhuo's arm, and with the other hand, he took out his wallet from his clothes, took out a few red Grandpa Mao and a business card and put them on the bar in front of the bartender, " If he comes again in the future, help me keep an eye on the people around him and make this call."

The little bartender who was suddenly given a mission was shocked: "Oh... good."

Su Jingcheng didn't look at the bartender anymore, turned around, put Shen Zhuo's arm around his neck, and lifted him up to the bar door without tenderness.

The author has something to say: Boss Su: I have never picked up a drunkard since I grew up!

Shen Zhuo (indifferent): You don't have to come.

Boss Su: I'm afraid that if I don't go, you will be picked up by others...

Shen Zhuo: Anyway, you can't be hard.hehe

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After drinking _____ (fill in the blank here)

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Thank you ma424 Guliang for mine~

Thank you, and the landmine that is cool with wind wings and mushrooms~

Enter V three-in-one, almost close to [-]D, but I really can't write it. .To be squeezed dry. .I also updated yesterday. . /(ㄒoㄒ)/

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Gu Liang asked when he would abuse Su scum, and the abuse would start before chapter [-], and the emotions had to be well prepared...or it would be uncomfortable to abuse.

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