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When Cheng Lang was singing on stage, in the VIP area on the second floor——

In the VIP box that is not open to the public, the bar manager Han Mingchen looked at the man sitting on the sofa with an embarrassed expression.The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit. He had deep features, a straight nose, thin lips, and a pair of deep eyes that showed no emotion.

A plump white man was sitting beside him, holding a glass of whiskey with goji berries in his hand. At this moment, he was watching the performance below with great interest.

"Is this the pillar of your Bai Yujing? It's quite interesting."

Of course Cheng Lang was not a pillar of the bar.When Cheng Lang came on stage just now, he himself said that he was performing in place of Meng Tianye.

Han Mingchen glanced at the calm man.I just feel that the spine is starting to take a cool breeze.In his heart, he scolded Meng Tianye for being ignorant, when he lost his temper, it happened to be today.

The atmosphere in the box was slightly silent.After a long time, the man spoke slowly: "Third Uncle said yes, then so be it. A small matter is not important. Since Third Uncle is willing to praise him, let him have a chance."

Han Mingchen felt relieved.

Hearing this, the fat man chuckled and said, "It's great that my eldest nephew is willing to give me this face. Let me just say, I can't write two characters of Qin in one stroke. No matter how much my eldest nephew hates our family, we are also blood-thirsty." Yu Shui, a close relative who broke the bones and tendons. What your father did back then was indeed a bit of a jerk, but it was all a matter of the previous life. Now your mother is gone, dust returns to dust. Let's end the grievances and grievances. The old man misses you very much. I hope you can go back to your home and walk around when you have time. "

The man didn't respond.

Fatty Bai didn't take it seriously, and continued with a smile: "I know you grew up in Lu's family. You have a bit of love for Lu's family. But don't be too indulgent. The little love raised by Lu's family is in your own Playing petty temper in the field. After a long time, I'm afraid that the people in your field will have to change their names."

Han Mingchen's expression changed.Subconsciously looking at the man: "Boss, I—"

The man casually poured a glass of wine and raised his glass to signal to the fat man.

The fat white man drank the whiskey infused with goji berries with a pleasant smile: "It's getting late. Third uncle is getting old, and he's been taking care of his health recently. I won't sit down anymore. After drinking this toast, find a time another day , let's go back home and talk."

Han Mingchen sent the distinguished guests away.When he returned to the box again, the man still maintained his previous sitting posture and didn't even move.

Han Mingchen was a little worried, and frowned slightly: "Boss?"

Han Mingchen hesitated for a while, but still said: "The Qin family's old bastards are definitely not at ease when they come to the door at this time."

Qin Mu opened his slightly closed eyes: "Let them go."

Han Mingchen nodded, thinking of the old man's instigation before he left, he took the initiative to explain: "Mr. Lu ordered a new waiter at the bar last night, and Xiaomeng found out about it. This kid is not sensible, so he turned his personal Bring emotions to work, I will teach him a lesson..."

Qin Mu didn't speak.

Han Mingchen took the initiative to change the subject: "The project in Lincheng?"

Qin Mu tapped his knees with fingers like white jade: "If you want it, give it to them."

Han Mingchen's eyebrows were almost wrinkled: "Isn't that cheaper for my family?"

Qin Mu glanced at Secretary Lin who had been standing beside him silently.Secretary Lin pushed his glasses and said with a smile: "I just received the news. There seems to be a big tomb under that field."

Han Mingchen's eyes widened suddenly.After a long while, he gloated and laughed out loud.

While speaking, the performance on stage also ended.Han Mingchen looked at Cheng Lang, who was alive and kicking, and frowned slightly: "Boss, do we really want to praise him as a pillar?" This kid's style doesn't match Bai Yujing, right?

What kind of heart does that old guy Qin San have?

Qin Mu didn't speak.

Secretary Lin glanced at the boss and said with a smile, "It's just a small matter. Since you agreed, there's no need to break your promise. Besides——"

Secretary Lin looked downstairs: "This kid is also quite interesting."

"Ah Choo!" Cheng Lang rubbed his nose, suspecting that someone was discussing him.

But this is normal, who made him the most shining kid in this bar tonight!

"It's not that I don't want to keep a low profile, it's that my outstanding personality charm doesn't allow me to stand out from the crowd!" Cheng Lang proudly praised himself.The system was as quiet as a crash in Cheng Lang's head, obviously not yet out of the logical trap dug by Cheng Lang.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill." The guest sitting in the booth stopped Cheng Lang and said enthusiastically: "Although it is a bit vulgar, the singing is not bad. Come, buddy, buy you a drink."

Cheng Lang glanced at the guest who stopped him. In his 20s, with blue hair and a silver diamond earring, he was covered with famous tags, and there was a car key of a Rolls-Royce Phantom on the table.There were five or six people sitting in the same booth, dressed in similar styles to Lan Mao, and they all looked at Cheng Lang with great interest.

Cheng Lang whistled in his heart, and said with a smile: "There are rules in bars, waiters are not allowed to drink with customers..."

Lan Mao's face darkened, feeling that Cheng Lang didn't give him face.Before it happened, I heard Cheng Lang continue to add: "...unless you add money!"

There was a sudden silence in the deck for a second, followed by roars of laughter.Lan Mao looked at Cheng Lang: "How much more?"

Cheng Lang said cheekily: "That depends on the sincerity of the guests."

Lan Mao snorted, took out a black card from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "1 yuan for a glass of wine, isn't that enough sincerity?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at the guest suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

Lan Mao snorted coldly: "I'll see how much you can drink!"

Cheng Lang snapped his fingers and recruited a colleague: "Ten bottles of Remy Martin first, remember to count my commission."

Blue Hair was speechless.

A few minutes later, a colleague brought ten bottles of Remy Martin.At this moment, the commotion at the deck has already attracted the attention of other guests.

Cheng Lang picked up a bottle of Remy Martin, weighed it in his hand, and asked Lan Mao: "A glass of wine is 1 yuan, how many glasses can this bottle of wine pour?"

Lan Mao watched Cheng Lang's movements and realized something slowly.Looking at the ten bottles of Remy Martin on the table, his expression changed.

Cheng Lang opened the bottle of wine neatly without pouring it into the glass, and blew directly on the bottle with his head raised.Under the colorful laser lights, only the handsome man with his eyebrows and eyes raised his head, and the dark red wine slowly passed his chin through his Adam's apple.The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and soon, a bottle of wine was blown dry by Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang poured the empty wine bottle down, and said without blushing or panting, "It can't be done. I wanted to blow up all ten bottles, but my strength doesn't allow it."

Seeing this, Lan Mao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Smiling and teasing Cheng Lang: "Thought you were so capable! You can get down on the ground with just one bottle of wine? I'm going to open a hundred and eighty bottles today, sir."

You can die if you don't blow it!The blue-haired fox friend and the guests in the bar rolled their eyes at the same time.

Cheng Lang said with a smile: "I know that you are generous, but I have limited officials in the state capital. I'm sorry, I have to go to the toilet first."

The pink-haired girl sitting beside the blue hair sneered: "The bladder is just the bladder. What kind of words are you talking about when you return to the state capital?"

Cheng Lang chuckled and pointed to the remaining nine bottles of Remy Martin: "I refunded it to you?"

After ordering everything, the money for these ten bottles of wine is still affordable.Lan Mao waved his hand: "No need. Just put it on my account. The commission is yours."

Cheng Lang gave Lan Mao a thumbs up: "My brother is worthy of being my brother, and his shots are open and bright."

Lan Mao was praised by Cheng Lang's words, and his heart was immediately elated.

After blowing a bottle of wine, Cheng Lang hurried to the bathroom.Just hand over the blue-haired black card to a colleague and ask him to help with commission and tips.

When the water came out from the bathroom, Cheng Lang ran into Shen Huaiyu again.Shen Huaiyu was standing in the VIP rest area not far away, holding a bottle of milk and a bag of biscuits in his hand.After seeing Cheng Lang, Shen Huaiyu handed the milk and biscuits in his hand to Cheng Lang: "You didn't eat at night, and you drank so much wine. It hurts your stomach. Eat some milk biscuits to take care of yourself."

Cheng Lang looked at the things in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a little angel."

Shen Huaiyu didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing, I said you are really a good person." Cheng Lang sent Shen Huaiyu a good person card, and tore open the biscuit.Gobble it up.

"Slow down." Seeing this, Shen Huaiyu helped Cheng Lang insert the straw into the milk box, and handed it over: "Drink some milk, don't choke on it."

Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu and suddenly had an idea: "Do you think I'm vulgar. Willing to do anything for money?"

Shen Huaiyu shook his head: "You ordered ten bottles of wine just now, but only drank one bottle, just to give that guest a step down. You probably don't want to drink his wine, but you can't refuse the guest's request. You can't offend the guest. So I think you did this on purpose. You just want to let those guests know that it’s okay to buy you a drink, but be prepared to spend a lot of money. In this way, many guests will not order you to drink with them.”

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, looked at Shen Huaiyu who looked more and more handsome under the light, and suddenly said, "You too."

Shen Huaiyu couldn't keep up with Cheng Lang's train of thought: "What?"

"Some bad people did bad things to you, and it's their fault." Cheng Lang comforted, "It's not your fault."

So don't blame yourself and don't feel dirty.Don't even feel guilty.Cheng Lang patted Shen Huaiyu on the shoulder.He remembered that at the final stage of the original novel, when Shen Huaiyu's younger brother woke up, he found out that his brother was being taken care of by a man, and excitedly accused Shen Huaiyu of changing.He scolded Shen Huaiyu for being self-willed and shameless, and said that he knew that Shen Huaiyu would become like this, and he would rather die in that car accident.In this way, his excellent brother will never change.

The accusation from his biological brother was the last straw that crushed Shen Huaiyu.Shen Huaiyu's spirit completely collapsed.He committed suicide countless times back and forth, even if Lu Chengxuan tied him up, it didn't work.In the end, Shen Huaiyu covered himself with a pillow to death.

Cheng Lang didn't want Shen Huaiyu to end up like in the original book.It's not just to complete the task, but Cheng Lang really feels that a good person like Shen Huaiyu shouldn't end up like that.

Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang in a daze.After a while, she smiled warmly and said, "Yes."

"Cheng Lang!" The foreman hurried over, sweating profusely: "You kid is lazy again!"

Cheng Lang casually threw the milk cartons and biscuit bags into the trash can, and subconsciously quibbled: "I'm not lazy. Don't deduct my salary——"

"Don't dawdle. Come with me, Brother Chen wants to see you." The foreman grabbed Cheng Lang's arm and walked back: "I've been looking for you for a long time."

"Brother Chen!"

In the manager's office on the third floor of Bai Yujing, Han Mingchen looked at Cheng Lang in front of him.He has handsome phoenix eyes, red lips and white teeth, but there is always a trace of evil in his brows, which makes people feel that this person is unreliable.

Cheng Lang blinked and looked at Han Mingchen innocently.He called out again: "Brother Chen."

Han Mingchen came back to his senses, thought of the boss's order, and said in a deep voice, "You're lucky. The boss brought guests to Baiyujing today, and happened to see you warming up on stage."

When Han Mingchen said this, he paused for a moment, looked at Cheng Lang with deep eyes: "Do you know what the boss said?"

How to say?

Cheng Lang seriously recalled the common language of this type of literature, and said cautiously: "Very good, this man caught my attention?"

Han Mingchen: "..."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Xiahou Mian for throwing a mine (づ￣1￣)づ╭

Han Mingchen: I shouldn't have asked this question, blame me!