Under Ling Cang's repeated requests, Long Jianyue did not insist and agreed to let Ling Cang go alone.
At the appointed time, Ling Cang went to Weiss Nightclub on time, all alone.
Ling Cang originally thought that even if the four young masters in the capital were suing for peace, they would definitely want to kill his own prestige, so he surrounded the scene with thugs dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, creating a sense of intimidation for him.
However, Ling Cang guessed wrong this time. The four young masters from the capital only took over the Weiss Nightclub, and apart from the four of them, no one was left.
"Guys, you came quite early," Ling Cang smiled and sat across from the Fourth Young Master: "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"No, you didn't come late, we came early," Bai Youwen looked at the time and praised, "It seems that Mr. Ling is a very time-abiding person."
Zhang Yi was sitting in a special wheelchair, with both legs in plaster and stretched straight forward. When he saw Ling Cang, his expression became a little uncomfortable. He curled his lips for a while and hummed softly for a while.
"Are you okay?" Ling Cang patted the plaster and asked with great concern: "How are you recovering?"
Ling Cang's movement seemed very light, but a strong force penetrated the plaster and hit the injured area. Zhang Yi suddenly felt a huge pain and screamed: "Take it easy... Take it easy, it's about to break again."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Ling Cang quickly stopped his hand and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I was too harsh..."
These words sounded a bit like a cat crying over a mouse. Zhang Yi originally wanted to contradict him, but remembering Bai Youwen's previous explanation, he endured it: "It's good that you know..."
"However, I only broke one leg..." Ling Cang looked at the two pale plaster legs and scratched his head in confusion: "Why are there plasters on both sides?"
Zhang Yi didn't know how to answer, so Bai Youwen immediately answered: "It's like this. After Zhang Yi was sent to the hospital, something unexpected happened, and the result..."
"So that's it..." Ling Cang clicked his tongue and sighed: "Young Master Zhang is really remiss, but as the saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have good fortune in the future. I believe that in the near future, Young Master Zhang will definitely be rich and powerful."
Yu Zhiqian added: "Mr. Zhang is already a wealthy and powerful man..."
"Then you will be richer and more noble, and your family will be rich and noble,"
The word "Han family is rich and honorable" comes from Cantonese. It sounds like a compliment to others, but the actual meaning is to curse the whole family to death. There was a conflict with the Chaoshan Gang at the beginning, because the people in the Chaoshan Gang spoke Cantonese. There were more, so Ling Cang learned a little.
Bai Youwen, Zhang Yi and Yu Zhiqian were all authentic northerners, so they took Ling Cang's praise as a real compliment. Cao Zhengqing was from Guangfu and laughed immediately when they heard what was going on.
Bai Youwen asked strangely: "Brother, why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, it's okay," Cao Zhengqing slowly shook his head: "I just think it would be great if we could all sit down and talk like this, why bother fighting?"
"Well, brother is right..." Bai Youwen nodded against his will: "I had formal contact with Brother Ling today and found that Brother Ling is also a cheerful person. Ordinarily, we can be considered brothers. We really shouldn't have gotten into this situation. "
"By the way, I don't know you yet..." Ling Cang looked at Cao Zhengqing and asked with a smile: "This is..."
"Let me introduce you," Bai Youwen introduced the four young masters of the capital to Ling Cang one by one, and then said: "Brother Zhengqing is the elder among the four of us. The other three are not a few years older than you."
"Oh," Ling Cang nodded. He always felt that the way Cao Zhengqing looked at him was a bit strange, and he kept doubting in his heart: "Isn't this kid a gay?"
"Mr. Ling, I wonder if you like Chivas Regal," Bai Youwen asked with a smile, "Can we drink some together?"
"good,"
Bai Youwen snapped his fingers, and a waiter immediately brought over a bottle. Bai Youwen asked again: "I don't know how Mr. Ling likes to drink."
“When drinking Chivas Regal in China, we usually add black tea and green tea, but I don’t really like it.”
"Domestic," Bai Youwen asked with some teasing, "Does Mr. Ling like the way of drinking abroad?"
"This thing is originally an imported product. It is better to follow foreign customs,"
"How come?"
"Manhattan, mist, and ice. I prefer these drinking methods," shrugged his shoulders, and Ling Cang added: "Of course, it's just my personal preference. I don't know what your taste is."
Although he already knew that Ling Cang had an extraordinary life experience, Bai Youwen still didn't pay much attention to it, because Ling Cang grew up in the mountains, had only been in a big city for half a year, and had never been to any other places.
Bai Youwen believes that in the deep mountains and old forests, the education Ling Cang can receive is very limited. Even if Ling Yang is indeed from a reclusive family, it is absolutely impossible to train Ling Cang into a nobleman.
In fact, Bai Youwen felt that Ling Yang might have lost power, or had provoked someone he couldn't afford, so he had no choice but to hide. Since he couldn't even care about his own son, it showed that Ling Yang's life must be miserable now, and he didn't need to let go at all. In the eyes.
Bai Youwen wanted to find an opportunity to expose Ling Cang's ugliness, so he said: "I like Manhattan."
"Manhattan" is a more complicated way of drinking and has a special taste. Few people in China have tried it. Bai Youwen was sure that Ling Cang just knew the name and had no idea how to mix it, but he didn't expect Ling Cang to call him directly. Waiter: "Prepare a few glasses for me, plus dry martinis and sweet martinis, crushed ice and orange zest,"
After the waiter had prepared all these things, Ling Cang first put ice cubes in a glass, poured Chivas Regal, dry martini and sweet martini in order, and then poured them into another glass together. Then, Ling Cang put a slice of orange Toast the skin with a lighter, wait until the aroma comes out, and then put it in the wine.
The whole process went smoothly, and Ling Cang acted like a professional bartender: "Who is interested in trying it?"
"Let me taste Mr. Ling's craftsmanship," Bai Youwen picked up the cup and took a look at it under the light first. He saw that after several kinds of wine were mixed, they were rendered by the light against the crushed ice, showing a brilliant color. Bai Youwen took a brief sip, then nodded, and said sincerely: "This is the most authentic Manhattan Chivas I have ever had,"
Yu Zhiqian asked curiously: "What else do you want?"
“I can make all the ways to drink Chivas Regal,”
"It seems that Mr. Ling often works and studies." Zhang Yi felt that he had found a way to attack Ling Cang and said with a smile: "In addition to studying, does Mr. Ling work in a bar as a bartender?"
"Well, that's right," Ling Cang nodded: "But I stopped working after a while."
"Why,"
"Because people who drink realize that they don't understand wine as much as I do,"
"Really," Zhang Yi chuckled, feeling that he finally had the upper hand. Not only did he successfully ridicule Ling Cang, but he also made Ling Cang admit that his status was actually very humble.
Only Cao Zhengqing and Bai Youwen could tell that Ling Cang had the upper hand again in this confrontation.
Anyone who can think normally would think that people who have the ability to mobilize two aristocratic families do not need to work in bars to support their families. Ling Cang followed Zhang Yi's words and did not belittle himself, but showed his taste.
From ancient times to the present, wine tasting has been an elegant affair. People who can drink wine well must have a certain level of quality of life and ideological realm. No one is the kind of person who only knows how to drink soup and is drunk on the street after drinking. drunkard.
"Everyone is happy to gather together today. I can serve you." Ling Cang looked at Zhang Yi with a smile and immediately launched an attack: "It's just Mr. Zhang, so I won't do it because I can't drink at the moment."
"Yes," Zhang Yi's mouth twitched twice: "But I will recover soon, and Mr. Ling and I will not be back until we are drunk."
"I also believe that you will recover soon," Ling Cang smiled slightly: "Because your name is very auspicious,"
"Ah," Zhang Yi didn't understand what he meant: "How auspicious,"
"Mr. Zhang, the homophone of 'wage increase' is unlucky,"
"You are really good at talking." Zhang Yi felt a little comfortable after being complimented by his opponent: "But I don't need to rely on salary to live."
"Well, if you really rely on salary to live, it will be in trouble,"
"What's the point?"
"Ma Jiajue will be promoted immediately, and Yao Jiaxin will be shot if he wants a salary increase." Ling Cang sighed and said with emotion: "Who knows who's turn will be next, so Zhang The young master just wants a bonus of a salary increase,"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, Zhang Yi's face turned green. Bai Youwen looked at this and that, not knowing what to say.
Cao Zhengqing and Yu Zhiqian burst into laughter, but they were different. Cao Zhengqing laughed from the bottom of his heart. After Yu Zhiqian noticed that Zhang Yi's face looked ugly, he immediately stopped smiling and felt a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Ling's joke is so funny," Bai Youwen made a "please" gesture, and then said: "It's rare for everyone to be happy today. Drink more and you won't go home until you're drunk."
"That's right," Cao Zhengqing got himself a full glass of wine, then raised it and said, "No matter what unpleasantness you have, it's all in the wine. After drinking this glass of wine, everyone will smile and forget their grudges."
"Okay," Bai Youwen said happily and poured a full glass: "Mr. Ling, I respect you."
Except for Zhang Yi, who couldn't drink, the other three people quickly took turns persuading Ling Cang. Ling Cang did not refuse anyone who came and drank them all. Although there was inevitably a smell of gunpowder in the process of persuading him to drink, he was still a little calm this time when the enemies met.
There was no conflict, not even unpleasant words were said. Several people drank until late at night and were all a little drunk.
"Mr. Ling..." Bai Youwen stood up unsteadily and patted Ling Cang on the shoulder: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful..."