There is a famous bar street in the provincial capital.
The whole street is crowded with people who come to buy drunk girls and have sex every night, and it is so prosperous that every day is a holiday.
Of course, it is so prosperous, that is in later generations.
In this year, although there are already several bars on the street, there are still very few people who come here to play, and most of them are still bastards.
At the end of Pub Street, there is a small bar called Meet Time.
The name of the petty bourgeoisie, the door face is decorated in a poetic and picturesque style.
Zhou Yang parked his car on the side of the street, walked to the bar on foot, and opened the door.
The business of the bar is a bit deserted, with only a few dozen guests, and a three-person band is playing in the middle song pool. All three of them had big long hair and wore fragmentary jackets. They roared hoarsely, and they looked not ordinary intoxicated, but the guests obviously couldn't stand their heavy metal rock style. Zhou Yang walked so few steps to the bar. There were two tables of guests who fled out with disgust.
The poison-like resident singing style of this bar turned out to be like this from the beginning.
However, it doesn't matter, anyway, the owner of the bar does not open this bar to make money by selling alcohol.
Zhou Yang walked to the bar, tapped lightly, and said to the bartender: "Come on with a glass of white water and add a slice of lemon."
The bartender is a young woman in her early twenties, with a white shirt and waistcoat, short hair to the forehead, and extremely capable spirit, which is very incompatible with the overall style of the bar. She looked up at Zhou Yang and said rudely, "Little brother, we don't accept minors here, and we don't sell alcohol to you. If you want to come out to play, there are game halls and Internet cafes on the street next door."
"I don't drink, I only drink a glass of water." Zhou Yang took out a hundred yuan bill, folded it into the shape of a paper crane with his head up and screaming, and slowly pushed it over on the bar.
The bartender paused when he was wiping the glass, looking at the paper crane that seemed to be about to fly, frowned, tilted his head and looked at Zhou Yang, "You want to drink water?"
"I want to drink water!" Zhou Yang said lightly, "and I know there is water I want to drink!"
The bartender was silent for a moment, raised his hand to hold the paper crane and pushed Zhou Yang back, "You probably found the wrong place, here we are..."
Before she could finish her words, the paper crane flew up and got into the pocket of her vest.
Zhou Yang smiled: "The money I paid will not be recovered."
The bartender stayed in a daze, took out the paper crane and looked at it, then smiled and said, "I really didn't find it wrong. This is the first time I have seen a customer as young as you."
After she finished speaking, she tucked the paper crane back into her pocket, poured Zhou Yang a glass of white water and passed it over, added a slice of lemon, and then continued to wipe her cup without saying a word.
Zhou Yangan sat steadily, patiently sipping the glass of lemonade.
A figure sat next to him with the intoxicating Xiangfeng, and said with a light smile: "I came to the bar to drink water. Would you like my sister to buy you a drink?"
Zhou Yang turned his head and looked at it.
This is a woman with heavy makeup, with big wavy hair, wearing a low tube top skirt that is a bit shocking for this age, revealing a large white chest and a seductive deep groove.
She was already drinking to the point of drinking. She sat next to her and put her arms around Zhou Yang's shoulders. She chuckled and said, "Little brother, you come to a place like a bar to play at such a small age, and the family doesn't care about you. Ah. But now that you are here, you have to let go. Sister invites you to have a drink, Xiaoju, give this little brother a rainbow cocktail. Sister, I invite him!"
The bartender gave the woman a helpless look, then looked at Zhou Yang, who was sitting still and expressionless, and sighed as if he wanted to say something, but he held back and made a glass of colorful cocktails. , Pushed in front of Zhou Yang.
The woman raised her wine glass and said boldly: "Come on, little brother, let's do one, and we have to drink the whole glass!" She raised her neck and drank half of her glass of wine.
Zhou Yang held his white water, motionless, and didn't even glance at the woman from the corner of her eye, even though she had leaned most of her chest on his arm.
After drinking her wine, the woman looked at the cup in front of Zhou Yang drunkly, chuckled and said, "You drink too stingy, you have to gulp, don’t let it go, you have to let it go when you come to a bar to drink. Open it, or sister will feed you..." I will send the glass to Zhou Yang's mouth.
Zhou Yang stretched out a finger to block the wine glass, turned his head slowly, and stared at the woman, his eyes indifferent, without a trace of emotion.
The wine in the glass burst into flames, and the full glass of wine was burnt clean in an instant.
The drunkenness on the woman's face immediately disappeared cleanly, she subconsciously retracted her arms around Zhou Yang's shoulders, shrank back, and said with a smile: "If you don't drink, don't drink, why are you so serious when you come out to play..."
"I hate this kind of low-level temptation." Zhou Yang said, "Sister Hong, you are also a character. Why do you always rely on selling meat to test people? Can you make it? Just one sentence."
The woman put away her shrinking expression and raised her eyebrows, "You recognize me? Why don't I recognize you!"
"Sister Hong, you are a big man, I recognize you as normal, and you don't recognize me as normal, don't you?" Zhou Yang paused and said lightly.
The woman shook her head, "I don't know your details, how can I dare to build a bridge for you? What's more, it's still this kind of bridge. The average mage doesn't think of dealing with that aspect. There are endless troubles. How do I know if you will bring me Come to trouble?" She glanced at the bartender, and the paper crane flew out of the bartender's pocket and fell in front of her, "Is willing to pay such a high price just to build a bridge. Generally speaking, there will be big troubles behind. ! Do you mean it, little brother?"
"In Kansing, are there any troubles that Sister Hong can't solve?" Although Zhou Yang said so, he still took out a small sign and put it in front of the woman.
This is the famous brand of Yinhuxuan disciples.
Although Yinhuxuan had fallen into civil strife, there were still a small number of people who knew about this matter.
The woman glanced at the famous brand, and she was immediately respectful, "It turns out that it is a disciple of Yinhuxuan's family, so I can't blame it for being so generous. I took this business, but the time you requested is too urgent, and the price needs to be doubled."
"Yes, as long as you can meet the right people, the price is easy to say." Zhou Yang had the habit of bargaining only when he was young and poor in his previous life. Later, he had never lacked money with his master, so he developed the habit of never bargaining lavishly. , Well, this is also the habit of the master. If you want to be in charge of logistics with such a personality, you can really see how strong the foundation of the microcosm is without closing the microcosmic flower! (End of this chapter)