The symposium is just a formality. Even Fu Quying, a Chinese businessman from Singapore, understands this.
Peng Yuanzheng patted his forehead and was speechless for a moment.
This kind of thing is available all over the country. It is not a rare thing at all. It's just that Fu Quying, a wealthy daughter, has no chance to hang out in such a market place, so it looks fresh.
Fu Quying had already sat down and ordered a big bowl, but it looked scary, but in fact there were only four bones, and the rest was all oily soup.
Peng Yuanzheng smiled bitterly as he watched Fu Quying carefully pull the big bone, stretched out her slender hands and tried to imitate other diners, and began to suck the bone marrow inside with a straw. After a few mouthfuls, he turned to look at Peng Yuanzheng with a smile on his face and said:
"Not bad, expedition, don't you want to try it?"
Peng Yuanzheng shook his head, "I can't eat anymore, I ate too much..."
Along the way, he also ate a lot with me.
Peng Yuanzheng pointed to the corner of her mouth again and motioned her to wipe it with a tissue. It was full of oil stains.
But Fu Quying lowered her head regardless and continued to suck. After a while, she finished the gluttonous food, then cleaned it up, patted her belly, stood up, stretched, and giggled: "Okay, it tastes delicious!"
Peng Yuanzheng smiled and said, "Then, let's go?"
"Yeah." The smile on Fu Quying's pretty face disappeared instantly, and she returned to a lonely, sad and worried look, and then she strode outside the night market.
After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped, pointed to a wine shop on the roadside and said softly: "Yuanzheng, you treat me to something to eat, and I'll treat you to a drink -"
Peng Yuanzheng looked at his watch and saw that it was only after seven o'clock. He hesitated and said: "Qu Ying, let's go sit for a while and take you back to the hotel immediately. You need to rest early. We have activities tomorrow!"
"Don't worry, we can't delay the signing tomorrow. It's just an agreement. Just bring it over and I'll sign it for you. What kind of ceremony is it? I really don't understand you mainland officials, and you don't mind the trouble."
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The wine was noisy, the light was dim, people were shouting and drinking, fierce rock music was playing one after another, smoke was lingering in the air, and the air was very turbid. Peng Yuanzheng frowned, he rarely came to this kind of place, it felt too chaotic.
The two found a secluded corner to sit down, and Fu Quying ordered a dozen beers in one breath. Peng Yuanzheng did not stop her, knowing that he could not stop her. It was obvious that Fu Quying was not in a happy mood. She came here just to vent herself drunkenly.
emotions.
"Do it!" Fu Quying filled the deep beer glass in front of her, then raised her head and drank it down. The heart-warming beer liquid flowed into her throat, which seemed to calm her down a little.
"Thank you for staying with me. I just want to drink. Usually when I'm in a bad mood, I'll eat hard and then drink. After I'm drunk, I'll sleep and I'll be fine when I wake up tomorrow." Fu Quying picked up the bag in front of Peng Yuanzheng.
He raised the wine glass and placed it to his mouth, "Give me some face and drink with me!"
Peng Yuanzheng wanted to say that you were in a bad mood and had something on your mind that you could tell, but then he felt that the two of them didn't know each other very well. Although they were friends, they didn't get along for a long time, and it was not appropriate for them to have a shallow conversation.
As soon as I thought about this, I simply drank two or three beers with her. Drinking beer in such a big winter in winter was really "unforgettable".
Peng Yuanzheng got up and went to the bathroom, while Fu Quying sat there alone, drinking. She had already drank seven or eight bottles of beer, and looked at a smoke-filled place with drunken eyes, looking at a couple hugging each other and kissing.
The young men and women were fascinated by it.
A man with yellow hair in a leather jacket walked over with a bottle of beer in his hand, sat down opposite Fu Quying, where Peng Yuanzheng was sitting, and laughed unscrupulously: "Sisters, drinking alone is so boring! Come on,
Brother, let me drink with you!"
Saying that, this kid is about to take action.
Fu Quying sighed and shouted angrily: "Go away!"
The boy laughed indifferently, stood up and touched Fu Quying's smooth and beautiful face under the influence of alcohol... Fu Quying stood up suddenly, pushed the yellow hair hard, and then shouted loudly, the shouting was almost hysterical.
Roared.
Peng Yuanzheng had just come out of the bathroom when he heard Fu Quying shouting in pure English. His expression changed and he rushed over there. Fu Quying was not only his friend, but also an investor. If something happened in a place like this
He couldn't explain the matter.
But before he could rush forward, another very strong and high-pitched female voice came into his ears, almost drowning out the noise of the wine... In an instant, Peng Yuanzheng raised his head and looked up in shock. In fact,
He was not the only one looking in that direction at the same time - Fu Quying raised her hand and waved a beer bottle in her hand, hitting the yellow-haired forehead head-on with a muffled sound. The bottle was not broken and looked to be of high quality.
Excellent.
The yellow-haired man swayed for a moment, then sat down on the ground. The world was spinning before his eyes. The bottle almost knocked him unconscious.
Peng Yuanzheng took a breath of cold air, thinking that this girl is like that, that one is too tough... eating and drinking, and... of course, this is self-defense and retaliation, it is excusable, it is excusable.
Peng Yuanzheng rushed forward, and Fu Quying grabbed his arm and shouted in his ear: "Run!"
After saying that, Fu Quying ran away and ran out of the wine shop soon. Peng Yuanzheng smiled bitterly and had no choice but to run away. By the time the wine manager and security guard came to their senses, the two of them had already run out of the wine shop and headed west along the road.
No trace.
After running for about two or three kilometers, Fu Quying finally couldn't hold on anymore, panting violently and holding her chest, she stopped and weakly waved to Peng Yuanzheng.
"What's going on? You!" Peng Yuanzheng reached out and helped her. Her legs were already weak and it was difficult to stand.
But although her face was pale, there was a strange red glow of excitement. She laughed tremblingly, "It feels good! I...I feel...much better."
"I can't stand anymore, let me lean on you - you have to be a gentleman..." Fu Quying's body visibly softened.
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