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In the bar, the neon lights are dim, the light and shadow are ambiguous, and the sound waves and figures are chaotic and entangled.

Brother Hong glanced at ten lines, checked the wine storage list this time, threw the notebook into the bar, and walked to the side of Sha Ou who had been nestling in the rest seat since the afternoon.

"Here." Brother Hong handed over a cigarette, and the lighter illuminated half of his face, "What's the matter with you, you've been here with your eyes closed for a long time, and you haven't changed your uniform or looked at the visitors, here comes the refuge. ?”

Sha Ou took the cigarette and accidentally held it between his lips. Seeing this, Brother Hong threw the lighter to him.

Sha Ou lit the cigarette, took a puff, and covered his expression with hazy smoke, "After smoking this one, I will change clothes and go to work."

Brother Hong has been in this line of work for almost half his life, and his piercing eyes can be counted among countless people. Seeing Sha Ou's seemingly suffocated expression made him happy, "What's the matter, is the boy broken in love?"

Sha Ou bent the corner of his mouth meaninglessly, held the cigarette between his thin white and slender fingers, flicked it into the ashtray, and replied smoothly: "Well, I'm going to drink away my worries."

"Then you're quite subtle." Brother Lu smiled and said, "Others have to spend money to get drunk if they want to relieve their worries. You sit here with me, but it's a money-making business."

Sha Ou glanced at the time on the phone, it was almost eight o'clock, and he had been immersed in the noisy sound waves all day, but he didn't feel relieved at all. Perhaps, he really needed to drink some wine to have some effect.

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray, stood up and stretched his half-numbed shoulders, "Stop talking, I'll sell wine for you to make money."

"You bastard." Brother Hong scolded with a smile, "You make it sound like you don't get a commission."

A few people from Lu Weiming entered the bar, and found the most secluded booth in the lobby. It was called a private room, which was boring, and could not feel the atmosphere of fireworks.

As soon as we sat down, a waiter with a bow tie came over with a drink list and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Lu Weiming took the list and tossed it to Zhou Lingfeng casually: "You order, I—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

As far as the eye can see, five steps away, a figure in a suit and uniform and a black tie suddenly broke into sight.

Lu Weiming's hand resting on the armrest of the sofa was clenched suddenly.

The person not far away walked slowly from the magnificent changing lights. He was wearing a well-tailored uniform, outlining a thin and slender figure. Under the shadow of the lights, it was a little more lazy than usual.

Lu Weiming suddenly stood up from the sofa, and everyone around him was shocked.

Steel mill guard?

Hold!If you use these words to deceive ghosts, ghosts will not believe it!

In the end, he was not as hard-eared as a fool!

A few people couldn't figure out the situation, even the waiter next to him didn't know why, so they cautiously asked: "You..."

"That person." Lu Weiming raised his chin, his tone was rare and blunt, "Is he also your bartender?"

Everyone followed his gaze, but only saw the back of Sha Ou after he turned around.

Zhou Lingfeng and the others couldn't recognize the protagonist, but the waiter immediately locked on to the target person asked by the guest, and replied softly: "Oh, it turned out to be the waiter, but now it's the wine pusher in the store."

With just this sentence, the fire in Lu Weiming's heart suddenly jumped three feet high, and with a bang, it burned up inexplicably, and the flames rushed directly to the Tianling Gai.

He let out a breath of chest turbidity, and his voice was icy: "Call him over, and recommend it."

The four of Zhou Lingfeng and the others saw that the waiter responded graciously. They walked up to the person and whispered something in a low voice. After speaking, the person turned around slowly and glanced at the seats where they were sitting.

Looking at Lu Weiming who sat down again, he looked at the man with stern eyes, and his whole aura changed.

Just, it seems that they can rush over to fight at any time, and it's still the kind of fight that is earth-shattering.

Sha Ou never expected to meet acquaintances here.

Although the students in No. [-] Middle School are not in tune, after all, there are teachers in the school to guard against death, and the doors of the parents are closed when they leave the school. Therefore, no matter how extraordinary the entertainment is, it is nothing more than singing a song in the KTV and drinking some small beer to go home. Oh, who would have thought of an adult activity like clubbing in the middle of the night?Besides, "Stone" can be regarded as a high-consumption place in the same industry, and few normal high school students would choose to take their pocket money to such a prodigal place.

Therefore, he has been working here for so long, even Yang Guang doesn't know about it, and his whereabouts have always been kept secret.

Unexpectedly, everything went wrong and they all rushed together, but today I met the old neighbor.

Sha Ou sighed secretly, and walked towards Lu Weiming's table. The closer he got, the clearer the gloom on Lu Weiming's face became.

Sha Ou stood on the edge of the semi-curved tempered glass table in the deck, lowered his eyes for half a second, and asked, "Why do you..."

"I should ask you that."

There was a bit of inexplicable ruthlessness in Lu Weiming's tone, which made Zhou Lingfeng next to him feel bad. In my impression, the last time I heard him speak in this tone was the time when I had the worst quarrel with his father.

Who is this person, once he comes up, he will be worth as much as Lu Weiming's father.

"The business scope of your steel mill is quite comprehensive."

Sha Ou didn't want to entangle him too much in words, so he automatically blocked the sarcasm in his tone, took a new drink list, put it in front of Lu Weiming, and asked straight to the point: "What would you like to drink?"

Lu Weiming suppressed the unknown fire in his heart, and pointed to the place next to him: "Introduce, what to drink."

Sha Ou glanced coldly at the people on the other side, and asked softly, "Where are you guys, what would you like to drink?"

The atmosphere between the two of them was really weird, so the four people next to them chose to pretend to be stupid together with great winking: "We can do it, listen to you, hehehehe."

Sha Ou thought for a while, then nodded: "Then wait a moment."

He estimated the number of people, and personally took five bottles of medium-to-high-priced red wine from the wine cabinet at the bar. He didn't take the ones with the highest prices. Brother Hong will hold it here.

He was carrying a wine basket with wine in one hand and a wine decanter in the other. As soon as he walked back to the booth, he heard Lu Weiming sneer: "There are only a few bottles, who do you look down on?"

Sha Ou kept opening the wine, and replied quietly: "Red wine has great stamina, I really drank too much..."

"Don't bother you, as long as you sit here with me, buddies will drink until your bar closes."

Sha Ou said in his heart that you are two hundred and five, do you have some common sense?If you really want to drink non-stop until two o'clock in the morning, you will end up in a hospital emergency room.

He poured a bottle of red wine into the decanter, and "changed the bottle" very skillfully. After a while, the mellow aroma of the wine wafted away. When the time was up, he wanted to get up and pour the wine for the other four people. Taking the decanter in his hand, he laughed dryly: "You're welcome, then what, we can do it ourselves."

Sha Ou didn't force it, just watched those people pouring wine for him.But in the end, when there were only his and Lu Weiming's two empty glasses left on the table, the decanter somehow returned to his hand.

Lu Weiming didn't speak, but looked at him and wrote that he had to pour this cup himself.

Sha Ou suddenly felt like laughing, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that his demeanor of provoking a teacher was so childish.

In the red wine glass, Sha Ou filled the bottom of the glass according to the measurement, and motioned to Lu Weiming: "Try it?"

"Do you keep fish? It's full." Lu Weiming said with a cold face, "Your cup is the same."

Sha Ou's depression that had been buried for a day was finally successfully drawn out by the other party's perseverance.

His expression suddenly turned cold, and he poured a full glass for Lu Weiming without saying a word, and then poured all the rest of the red wine into his own glass, no more, no less, just another glass.

The moment Lu Weiming put down the glass decanter, he picked up the glass of red wine in front of him, raised his hand, and poured it all down his throat.

Not a drop left.

After finishing the drink without putting the glass down, he touched another full glass on the table with the empty glass, the walls of the glass touched, and there was a crisp "ding" sound, Lu Weiming raised his chin at Sha Ou: "It's your turn."

Xiaoou finished his drink without changing his face.

Lu Weiming: "Open the wine."

"No, you two will wait later—" Seeing that the situation is not going well, Zhao Shuyuan murmured, "Just, dry drink, don't you want a whole plate of peanuts or something?"

The two people who started to drink together for no reason turned a deaf ear.

Sha Ou took out a new bottle of wine from the wine basket, holding the neck of the bottle between his fingers: "Just sober up, it's a waste of time."

After opening the bottle, just as he was about to pour the wine, Lu Weiming grabbed his wrist.

The slightly hot palm covered the thin joints with protruding wrist bones, through the cuff of the shirt, Lu Weiming had the illusion that he could directly break Shaou's wrist with a little force.

"One more step is removed to save time."

After Lu Weiming finished speaking, he directly took the bottle of wine in Sha Ou's hand, and flicked the body of the bottle with his fingers, the meaning need not be explained.

So, the two people who were still testing the water in Xinshou Village just now quickly entered the round of hell mode, with a glass of red wine in each hand, each holding a bottle with a cold face, and pouring it down without saying a word.

In this battle, just look at the four wild NPCs next to him.

Lu Weiming drank more than half of the bottle in one breath, the smell of alcohol surged, he just wanted to stop and take a breath, when he tilted his head, he saw Shaou raised his head with his eyes half closed, his snow-white neck drew an elegant arc in the charming light and shadow, The small but protruding Adam's apple rolls up and down, the mouth of the bottle never leaves the lips, and the swallowing movement seems to be so coherent that it doesn't even take a breath.

This is coming true.

The drunkenness suddenly sank, and the anger surged suddenly, Lu Weiming closed his eyes and downed the remaining half bottle of wine.

Sha Ou emptied the bottle a few seconds before Lu Weiming, and waited for the person next to him to finish the bottle before he squinted at the corner of his eyes and panted slightly: "Are you still coming?"

"Come!"

The stamina of this wine is really strong. I don't feel it when I close my eyes and pour it into my mouth. At this moment, after a short pause, the wine in my stomach begins to steam and turbulent. There was also a bit of haze, but the anger that was unclear before became more and more obvious.

He looked at the last two bottles of wine that had been opened on the table, and suddenly said: "The last two bottles, let's start a game and decide the winner."

Sha Ou slowly breathed out the breath of alcohol, but felt inexplicably lighter in his heart, so he agreed very simply: "Yes, what are you betting on?"

This look of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him without changing his face, and his posture not fluctuating when the liquor enters his throat, no matter how you look at it... he looks like his father Bingshan, the president, Lu Weiming's brain twitched, and he blurted out: " Father-son Bureau, the first one to get down and call Dad!"

Shagull looked at him in surprise.

This is already drunk high.

"Fuck, brother Lu, do you need to play so big!" Zhou Lingfeng and his few props who had been watching the battle without saying a word were also severely traumatized at this time. descended from seniority.

The key point is that if Lu Weiming wins, it's easy to say, if he really loses, will they take advantage of the opportunity and call him "big nephew", or pay attention to brotherhood and admit that it's unlucky, and call the handsome guy next to him "uncle"?

Several people looked at the handsome guy in uniform who was still looking normal from the first sip of wine, and then looked at his brother whose eyes were a little out of control at this time, each of them called "Brother Lu" in their hearts, silently The place was replaced by "Nephew Lu Xian".

After a while, Sha Ou suddenly chuckled, his clear eyes reflected the magnificent lights floating down from above his head, which added a bit of breathtaking brilliance to those originally indifferent and cold eyes.

He picked up a bottle of wine on the table, handed it to Lu Weiming, and clinked glasses with him casually, with a bewitching voice, bewitching people's minds——

"Come on, I'd like to bet and admit defeat."