Zhike bowed and said, "Two young masters, if you go to the sixth floor, the young man will give you a 10% discount." In places like Wanlilou, a one-tenth discount is already a big concession. This is also the biggest concession that Zhike can make.

Qin Lei and the fat man looked at each other provocatively, and Qin Lei turned to Zhike and said, "Call your boss."

Zhike smiled and said, "Our boss usually comes at night, and now only the shopkeeper is here."

The fat man looked at the people sitting by the window in the hall. He turned his little eyes and pulled Qin Lei aside, whispered: "Let's make a bet. If anyone can go to the seventh floor without revealing his identity today, he will win."

Qin Lei smiled and said, "How about the lottery?"

The little fat man pondered for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever loses, he will take a detour when he sees the other party in the future."

Qin Lei chuckled and said, "Then why bother? Just play. Let's do it. Whoever loses will get the debt."

The little fat man thought to himself that he would meet again in the future, and there was no need to make a fuss. He nodded and said, "Yes."

Qin Lei nodded and reached out to signal him to ask for it first.

The little fat man laughed and said, "You are sure to lose." Qin Lei shook at him and did not answer.

The little fat man stepped forward and smiled at Zhike, "This guy is just kidding you. Actually, we are friends of Mr. Wen San. Go up and report it, and you say Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhu are here."

Of course, Zhike didn't want the matter to make a big deal, so he smiled and said, "It turned out to be Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhu. You two waited for a while. The waiter looked at the tea." After saying that, he hurried upstairs, for fear of another trouble.

The waiter with a green hat led Qin Lei and the other two to the side hall to drink tea. The fat man winked at Qin Lei and said, "It seems you are going to lose."

Qin Lei frowned and said, "I hope I have enough money."

The little fat man smiled proudly and said, "I am willing to accept the loss."

Qin Lei smiled and said nothing.

The little fat man was proud for a while, suddenly realized, and shook his head and stared at Qin Lei for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Qin Lei saw Zhike coming down from the upper floor, smiled and patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Let's go up, let's go up."

The little fat man focused his head and followed Qin Lei out of the side hall.

The Zhike bowed to the two and said, "Mr. Wen, please go up." After saying that, he gave up the stairs, and a waiter led the two upstairs. Their entourage could not follow them upstairs, and they had their own place to go.

Following the magnificent stairway, the two of them climbed to the sixth floor in one go. The little fat man held the railing and sweated heavily and said, "Every time I come, I feel that I am a shame. I climb so high to eat."

Qin Lei smiled and said, "I don't know how many people want to do it, but they can't do it. You should strengthen your exercise."

The little fat man snorted angrily: "I just forgave you and come to provoke me again." After that, he climbed up without looking back. Qin Lei looked at his round butt, shook his head and smiled, and followed him.

When Qin Lei followed the waiter's point and entered a private room, he found the little fat man standing by a banquet, looking at each other like a tall and thin young man fighting cock.

The tall young man stared at the fat man with a surprised expression for a while before sneering: "When did the Siwei Young Master also start to pretend to be someone else to eat for nothing?"

There were seven or eight young men in brocade clothes sitting at the banquet, including men and women, laughing as if they were heard. One of them, who was fatter than the little fat man, shook his bones that had been gnawed in his hand and laughed, "Then let's go to the table quickly. There are still a lot of dishes left on this table, enough for you and that friend to eat."

Qin Lei stepped forward and stood beside the little fat man and whispered: "Did you know this would happen?"

The fat man laughed at him, first went out and pulled two chairs from elsewhere, and handed Qin Lei one after closing the door, then said regretfully: "I've treated you today, but it's a good deal." After that, he sat down.

Qin Lei shook his head, then lifted his robe and sat down. He smiled bitterly, "I don't think so." He had already found a dangerous aura in the eyes of the fat man, which means that the fat man was ready to go crazy.

However, Qin Lei did not intend to persuade the fight, and he also wanted to move his hands and feet. I remember someone said that if you want to relieve your anger, you will feel comfortable with the golden branches and jade leaves. But he could not beat his brother, so he could only settle for the second best and prepare to take some young masters and daughters to feel comfortable.

After making up his mind, Qin Lei sat there with his old god, moving his muscles and bones a little to prevent him from being wounded. He still remembered Shi Meng's things today. It would be impossible not to warm up before the fight.

Seeing the little fat man being speechless by the table of people, Qin Lei knew that this kid was brewing emotions. This was usually a helpless move by people who didn't fight in person before they started - to cultivate murderous aura. But this kid's method was a bit stupid.

Only the sarcasm was getting worse and worse, and it had even risen to the point where the fat man had a question. The fat man's fat face was so shiny that it was red and red, and it could hurt people at any time. Qin Lei slowly stretched out his hand, pressed the fat man, and said in an inauspicious voice: "I won't hit you first." After that, he went out to the sky again.

The ladies on the table sighed in their hearts, how could they have ADHD?

The little fat man was reminded by Qin Lei that his already boiling brain miraculously re-operated. He pointed at the big fat man and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "Your sister steals a man."

The fat man's face changed drastically. He stood up suddenly, glared at the fat man angrily and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you dare to say it again?"

The fat man curled his lips and expressed his disdain and said contemptuously: "Your mother is also a stole man."

The fat man rushed forward, grabbed the little fat man's collar, his eyes turned red, and he screamed: "You... say... again... say... say it again!" The fat man raised his fist less than an inch in front of the little fat man.

The little fat man seemed to be fine, but instead smiled strangely: "I've even stole one."

The fat man finally got angry and punched his fist and hit the fat man on the left cheek. The fat man's head swayed and threw a proud look at Qin Lei. He turned his elbow and pushed it hard on the fat man's stomach. The fat man groaned, knelt softly on the ground, and vomited.

The tall and thin man on the seat looked at everything in the field with a gloomy face, without saying a word. A girl in red with a braid on the side stood up with a contempt and sarcastically said to the fat man: "Six evils, do you dare to have a few moves with me?" As he said that, he pulled out a seven-foot soft whip from his waist, danced a whip flower, and crackled in the air.

The little fat man was about to speak, but the soft whip was already flying towards his face. The little fat man had to roll on the spot in a mess before he could take a look and avoid it. He roared at Qin Lei, "What are you waiting for? Do you really want to eat?"

Qin Lei then stood up and smiled and said, "Tell me, who do you want to hit?"

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I am so tired that I am vomiting blood.
Chapter completed!