I just want to lie down and collect money in Yokohama

Around eleven o'clock in the evening, a bar in Tokyo.

This cool-toned bar named 'Sakura Pavilion' is for the owner Xue Baidong to let people who encounter various pressures in work and life in Tokyo have a chat in this place to tell their stories and troubles and established.

But from the quiet atmosphere, it can be seen that today's business is not very good, and there are no customers at all.Of course, it may also be because the store has just opened at this time, so no one has come yet.

A silicone mold for spherical ice cubes sits on the marble top of the bar, and it's rolling on the table right now.After rolling to twenty to thirty centimeters in one direction, a slender finger clicked in its forward direction, dialed back, and let the spherical mold continue to start a new journey.

And the one who did all this was a young man with black hair and delicate face who was sitting on a high stool at the bar, with his face lying on the marble tabletop.He is Cheng Hailiang, an employee of this bar. He will be in charge of mixing drinks for some customers in the store, and he may also help the boss go shopping in the morning.

This young man in a light gray loose-fitting top has been maintaining his movements like a cat rolling a ball of yarn. The cheeks of some babies are cute with a little flesh squeezed out because they are lying sideways on the marble table.Because one hand was raised to touch the ball back and forth, the other hand was directly hanging down. The resulting imbalance exposed half of his left collarbone and even his shoulder in a large top.

But he himself didn't pay attention to these at all. This Mr. Cheng Hailiang was staring intently at the silicone ball he moved with his dark blue eyes. The eyeballs moved with it, and the ball rolled. A little bit of cross-eyedness will also form when it is in front of itself.

Just after he had been entertaining himself with the ball for a while, there was a crisp bell at the door of the bar with his back facing, and someone came in.

"Good evening, I'm here to sign—" Kitano, another bar employee who came in, said.After greeting casually at the door, he walked behind Ryo in a few steps, and looked helplessly at his very egotistical colleague, "I said, Cheng Haijun, you don't feel like a bar at all when you wear such clothes to work."

He tidied up the slim suit and bow tie he wore as a bartender, then lowered his head to compare Cheng Hailiang's loose and casual clothes, reached for the ice mold he was playing with, walked past him and walked into the bartending tower.

"I doubt very much that it's Cheng Haijun's character, that's why there are so few people in the store who are willing to chat with you."

While pouring cold water into the mold, he complained about the staring young man who had no ball to play with.In fact, this sentence is a bit wrong. It is not that there are few people willing to chat with him in the store, but that the old customers will not be willing to chat with him again.Cheng Hailiang's face is quite attractive to female guests who come to Yingquting for a drink for the first time.

However, these ladies and sisters are no longer willing to come to him after chatting with Liang and getting a cold ending.

"Ah, Kitano is here——" Liang Dazed for a moment, then sat up, stretched with the red marks on his face from lying on the ground for a long time, and looked at the colleagues who were preparing things in the bartending area, " Is it time to start working?"

As he said that, he got up and walked to the soft chair booth by the window. He didn't listen to Kitano's complaints about his dress and personality just now, and began to curl up and look out of the window and continued to be in a daze.

This is his usual state of work, unless a guest comes to chat with him, otherwise he will just keep looking at the night scene outside.There are almost no customers who come to chat with him. Normally, he will only lend a hand to help mix drinks when everyone is busy.

This kind of behavior made Kitano, who was cleaning the glass seriously, sigh, but he didn't complain about the behavior of this young man who exudes a lazy atmosphere from the beginning to the end, but turned his head to look at the person who appeared at the stairway leading to the second floor from the bar , a young man with long silver-white hair and a mysterious aura, Xue Baidong, the owner of this bar.

"Mr. Dong loves Cheng Haijun too much," Kitano changed the object of complaint from Cheng Hailiang to the boss, "This state doesn't look like a bartender at all, but just a customer sitting in a coffee shop during the day .”

"I don't think it's a big problem." Xue Baidong, who tied his long white hair behind his head, walked from the stairs to the booth, stretched out his hand to rub the black hair of the dazed young man and said with a smile, "Isn't Mr. Liang like this?" Do you think it looks like a cat? I think it’s quite appropriate to have a cat in this mysterious bar.”

The movement of rubbing his hair brought Liang back to his senses, then he looked up innocently at the boss who took him in to work here, and innocently blinked his blue eyes.

"...if my cat can make me talk to death in three sentences, then I'll make a dog pie in peace." Lazy young people complain.

"I have a good job," Ryo lowered his head and yawned, revealing the protruding bone from the back of the neck to the spine that had been covered by the loose neckline just now.After that, he didn't care about the physiological saline overflowing from the corner of his eyes, and turned his head sideways like he was resting on the bar at the beginning, resting his cheek on his knees and looking at his colleague who was farther away, "Kitano, make me a cup of coffee over there—" "

This is very skillful, using a coquettish tone to manipulate people.

"Huh?! What kind of coffee do you want at the bar?" A cross appeared in Kitano's mind, and he couldn't believe it when he looked at Liang, who had a calm expression on his face, and then complained, "And your posture is too soft, you Is it software!"

This 20-year-old adult man, with his face curled up on his knees, could be considered to be able to fold himself in half.

"Because it is said that cats are made of liquid." Xue Baidong answered the staff's question with a smile, and continued to rub his cold black hair.

The previous question about coffee was answered by Cheng Hailiang himself: "There is coffee in the cabinet under the cash register. After all, I work from 11:4 p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m., and it is easy to get sleepy if I don't prepare coffee."

The reason for drinking coffee is well-founded and confident.

"...No, my question is why there is coffee in the bar." Sighing helplessly, Kitano, the only one standing at the bartending place, bent down resignedly, took out the coffee from the cabinet and began to polish it, "And you Wouldn't it be nice to catch up on sleep when you get off work?"

People like them who work at night must need such a jet-lagged life.

"Maybe there will be customers who come to the bar and need some milk." Cheng Hailiang said in a low voice, which was a complaint against Kitano that bars should not have coffee.

Kitano: "..."

Sure enough, it was still difficult for him to get along with this guy who couldn't chat for three days!

Five minutes later, Cheng Hailiang looked at the steaming coffee on the table with a comfortable face, and put his hands around the cup a little farther away, so that they could feel the heat without being burned by the cup wall.

The TV in the store has been turned on by the boss, and the background sound is the rebroadcast news in the early morning.

"Mr. Dounan, Congressman, was officially promoted a few days ago and became the judicial adjutant of the Ministry of Justice. Before that, he advocated..."

Looking quietly at the coffee cup, Cheng Hailiang, who was blowing the heat from it from time to time, paused, and asked Bei Ye who sat in front of him because there were no guests: "Speaking of which, does that Dounan councilor have a secretary, who is Bei Ye?" Here comes your guest."

When he asked this sentence, he didn't raise his head, he was still looking at his coffee cup, as if the question was raised inadvertently.

"You mean Kumata?" Kitano also noticed what was broadcast on the TV in the store, and looked up. "Actually, that guy is not a secretary at all, but a part-time employee under a council member."

Thinking back to his guest, he curled his lips helplessly: "Maybe I think it's easier to brag about the congressman's secretary, but in fact he's just a member who isn't even a contract worker."

He could understand that man's mentality, so he didn't try to debunk his statement.As a congressman's secretary and also a half-public figure, it is unlikely that his privacy will be exposed in such a bragging manner.

"So..." Cheng Hailiang sighed softly, and didn't ask any more questions.He took out several packets of sugar from his loose jacket pocket, poured them into the coffee, picked up the cup and drank the liquid in one go.

"I don't think there are any customers today," Kitano looked out of the window. It's almost early morning, and there are still a few pedestrians in Tokyo's business district, but they are either working parties who have just finished socializing, or have already gone to the bar for a drink. A young man looking for new entertainment, "Speaking of which, recently Cheng Haijun, your only customer has not come to you for several days. Do you still have salary this month?"

Cheng Hai, who was commented by Kitano as "chatting three sentences to death", in fact, apart from the young lady who was attracted by his appearance when he came to the bar for the first time and asked him to mix drinks and chat, there was another one. looking for his guests.

"If you're talking about salary, I eat very little," Cheng Hailiang jumped off the subject of the guest, and put the white coffee cup back on the coaster, "And I live in the store."

So even if there are no customers and no salary, he can still eat and drink in the store.

Kitano: "..."

Sure enough, there is no way to chat with him, this guy.

When he was trying to find ways to complain about this young man who seemed to be out of shape, Cheng Hailiang, who had been in a daze, suddenly raised his head to look at the store door, and said softly, "Customer, here we come."

After finishing this sentence that seemed to be talking to himself, there was a sound of wind chimes at the door of the bar, and there were guests.

The person who pushed the door was a rather slender young man with dark hair, black hair and a hat.Then there was another man who was also dressed in black with bandages around his eyes following behind.

One of the two has a serious expression on his face, while the other has a relaxed and smiling expression.But the aura brought by walking into the bar made the two employees of the bar cast their eyes immediately.

"Hello guests," Kitano, who thought he was a professional bartender, got up immediately, walked into the bar and smiled at the two people who entered the door, "What do you want to drink?"

His smile was actually a bit forced, but in order to set an example for a good working senior in Cheng Hai, who was several years younger than him, he was still holding up his expression reluctantly.

"Tsk, no need."

The young man Chu Fa with his hands in his trouser pockets refused. He looked around the bar and saw that there were only three people inside, and all of them were men. He stretched out his hand and held up the photo in his hand.

"We're looking for this woman, you know."