Since the acquisition of the next bar, the area has expanded by two-thirds, reaching a small disco.

As soon as I entered the house, it was full of people everywhere. Now, Batu occasionally showed up for the popularity of the bar.

However, because the company is busy, Wang Luodan is managing most of the time. Although there are more than a dozen bars under her name, Wang Luodan is used to staying here when she knows Batu when she has nothing to do.

Ye Mao came in and saw the lively scene, and he was also happy. After all, it was his own store, and good business was the king.

Let’s talk about it and play, it’s just for fun. Otherwise, if you sing at home, it’s not without equipment.

Ye Mao did not call Batu. Although Wang Luodan knew him, he did not have any contact information, so he found a seat by himself after he came in.

There are five of them in total, so naturally they have to take a card bag, but it's too lively and it's really hard to find seats.

At this time, a waiter came over to say hello: "Sir, how many of you, are you? There are two small tables in front of the dance floor."

Ye Mao shook his head: "That's too small. The five of us, please find a card bag."

The waiter quickly shook his head: "Sorry, sir, that's gone, otherwise you can only wait and call you if you have time."

Yang Geyong was tall. After looking around for a week, he suddenly found a seat, so he pointed and asked:

"Isn't it idle there? The location is so good. Did anyone book it in advance?"

The waiter looked bitter: "To be honest, someone has booked that place, but it is always booked. They may not necessarily come, but as long as they come, the seat must be theirs."

Yang Ge's eyebrows stood up: "How much did they pay?"

The waiter hesitated: "I didn't pay the money, and I would only spend it when I came, but they are more familiar with the boss, which also forms a rule that the table is not allowed to be given to others without their permission."

Ye Mao interrupted: "Since that's the case, then let's contact them and ask them if they come? If they come, we will change our family. If we don't come, we will sit there."

The waiter finally nodded, then picked up his phone and started dialing. However, after calling several times, no one answered, so he had to give up.

Yang Ge was anxious and waved his hand: "Since the phone cannot be reached, let's sit down first and wait until they come before giving in."

When the waiters heard Yang Geyong say this, they were very happy. Their earnings were just commissions, so naturally the more customers there would be more income.

He took them over happily and asked them what to drink?

These girls originally didn't drink alcohol, but after the experience of dried fruit, they had already broken the precepts.

This is how people are. Once they face life and death, other things are nothing, and there are not so many taboos. It is not easy to come to the world, so why bother to make things difficult for yourself? Enjoy everything you should enjoy.

Yang Geyong visited the bar a lot and knew that he was relying on a commission for alcohol, so he ordered two bottles of Lafite. Of course, there was no such thing as in 1982, but there was no problem in other years.

He himself wanted vodka. He had been used to drinking this wine for so many years in Russia. Naturally, it was very high.

Ye Mao hadn't drunk too much of this thing yet, and he tasted it and frowned:

"Uncle Yang, why doesn't this wine taste like?"

Yang Geyong laughed "haha": "Foreigners are not good at making wine. They have no other flavor except spicy. Only Chinese people pay attention to color, fragrance and other aspects."

Ye Mao looked disgusted. Although he grew up in the United States, he came back before he could drink. Of course, he had never drunk the white wine there.

He just saw the military sorghum placed at the bar, so he asked the waiter:

"Does sorghum be sold?"

The waiter nodded: "To be honest, we are the only bar selling this wine, because the boss is from Junken City."

Yang Geyong was overjoyed: "Then come with two bottles!"

The waiter looked at the table of wine and looked a little embarrassed:

"Can you finish drinking so much wine? We don't refund it here, so we can only store it."

Yang Geyong smiled and said, "Go and get it. Uncle has no record of leftover wine in his life."

The waiter was overjoyed. Usually, when the guests opened, it would be enough for a few people to open a bottle of wine. After all, everyone knows the price of wine in the bar.

Unexpectedly, the guests at this table were more generous than those who occupied this table. Why are you so polite? Just get the wine.

When the wine was brought up, he ordered a few snacks. Yang Geyong was afraid that these girls would feel uncomfortable drinking with empty stomachs. After all, Chinese people have to serve wine and food when drinking.

At this time, a band was singing on the stage, and the bar was the stage for wandering singers to make a living.

In fact, many popular singers have the right chance and are famous only if they are appreciated and packaged, but most singers do not have the luck.

There are five people in this band, and the instruments are the popular guitars, electric bass, drums, and electronic pianos of rock bands.

The lead singer had long hair and a trumpet in his hand. He was singing the Arabian night. He stopped from time to time and blew out high-pitched syllables, making the atmosphere in the bar very good.

Young people like this atmosphere. After three girls drink two glasses of wine, their initial reserve disappeared.

They began to twist their bodies one by one and sway to the music.

Several people were having fun, and suddenly a sharp voice shouted:

"Who are you? Why do you occupy my seat?"

Several people looked for the sound and saw two little girls wearing heavy makeup standing in front of them, putting their hands on their hips, looking angry.

Ye Mao was furious: "Get out, what seat are two chickens occupying? If you want to sit here, wait until grandpa finishes drinking."

Yang Geyong suddenly remembered the waiter's words just now. Could it be that the real owner is here?

But looking at the way these two women didn't recognize her mother, she didn't care. She was having fun, so how could she let others disturb her?

The girl with short hair stared at her black eyes and scolded:

"Dare you dare to say that I am a chicken? Your whole family is a chicken, and the women you bring are all chickens!"

Ye Mao slapped him, but was hugged by Liu Ling and scolded him:

"Men shouldn't hit women."

Then he stood up and said tenderly to the short-haired woman:

"I didn't ask him to hit you, should you thank me?"

The short-haired woman looked arrogant and opened her mouth to curse, but unexpectedly, Liu Ling slapped her. With a "pop", a slap mark immediately appeared on her face that didn't seem to be true.

"Damn, you dare to hit me?"

The short-haired girl reached out to pick up the red wine bottle on the table, and the long-haired girl behind her also picked up a bottle from the table next to her, and smashed it fiercely at Liu Ling.

Ye Mao jumped up and grabbed their wrists with one hand. The two women struggled desperately, constantly lifting their legs and kicking Ye Mao.

Liu Ling took the opportunity to slap them again, and then looked up proudly at them.

Ouyang Xue was a little unhappy and wanted to finish the fight when she got up, but Minnie was pulled:

"With Ye Mao, let's not bully them."

At this time, several waiters rushed over and quickly persuaded the fight. The waiter who had just decided to let them sit down looked bitter:

"I'm sorry, this seat belongs to these two ladies. Please let me go, I agreed before I sat down."

"I agreed just now, but now I don't want to let go. I just open my mouth and just let my mother. If it weren't for the fact that they were women, I would have let them crawl out from here today."

Yang Geyong was also angry. He did not bully women, but this does not mean that he could be bullied by women?

The reason why they didn't do it was because these two women were thin and weak and couldn't help but beat them, otherwise how could he be spoiled?

Seeing that things were frozen, the waiter had no choice. He said to the two women with helpless expressions:

"If you don't call the police, we will have no way to drive the guests away."

After weighing the pros and cons, the waiter finally made a choice. On one hand, he was just a guest, but on the other hand, he was two little witches from the capital. He was also friends with the boss, so he naturally knew how to fight.

What's more, the matter is caused by his greed for money, so he naturally has to help solve the problem.

But he just picked up his phone, but the girl with short hair opened it:

"What kind of police call? I'm bullied here and I have to call the police. I can't afford to lose that person! I just can't beat him when I wait? I'm also calling someone!"

Ye Mao had already let go of her at this time. In fact, he felt a little guilty. He had occupied someone's private room, but he scolded him because of his dress. In fact, the reason was just because of this guy's temper.

Now that I have been beating and scolding, I have no intention of caring.

But I didn't expect that the girl with short hair actually picked up her phone and dialed it out:

"Uncle, Yingying and I were bullied. It was in Batu that they scolded me and beat me. Yes, they were two big men."

There was silence for a while, but he quickly said:

"You wait, I'll come over right away!"

Nao Nao looked proud and pointed at Ye Mao and said, "Wait, my uncle will arrive in a while. If you can't beat you up today, you can't pinch it tightly!"

Ye Mao's anger that had just been suppressed suddenly became regained and cursed:

"If you call someone, call a few more. One is enough for me to call? It saves troublesome to call each person."

Nao Nao looked disdainful: "My uncle is from a special forces soldier. None of your ten or eight are enough for him to hit with one hand."

Ye Mao no longer paid attention to her and sat down and waited. Yang Geyong had a playful smile and felt funny:

"I specialize in training special forces. I really want to see what special forces in Beijing look like?"

Nao Nao pointed at Liu Ling and scolded: "You wait, dare to hit me, right? I will strip you of your clothes in a while and ask you to dance on the stage."

At this time, someone had already secretly called Wang Ludan. Both sides seemed to be not good at it, so they couldn't solve this problem.
To be continued...