Some people wonder that most white-collar workers are elegant and decent in person, but more indulgent at night?
This is a kind of helplessness, the pressure of life is high, I would rather drink and get drunk after the night, the gray style, that layer of haziness puts on a mask for myself, and I find a reason for myself to be noisy.
Qian Mo sat quietly alone in a dark corner, drinking a small drink, looking through the camouflage lights at the people letting loose on the dance floor. His heart was calm. Everyone has a different lifestyle. Even if he didn't like this place, he was not bored yet.
So worried about this
"Hey, what a handsome young man, are you interested in getting gay?" When a man in his thirties who looked very naughty or vulgar walked in, Qian Mo noticed him. Although his clothes were all brand-name,
But he was a bit slovenly. This rather wretched man walked to Qianmo's table, poured himself a glass of wine, and asked the question just now with a wretched smile on his face.
"You can't afford people like me," Qian Mo said calmly, neither happy nor angry.
"Give me a price, how do you know that I can't afford it? Tsk, tsk, I like young men with personality." The wretched middle-aged man lay back on the chair and shook the wine glass in his hand.
Qian Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't see any movement of his fingers, but a wine bottle lid flew out from his fingers and hit the wine glass shaking in the hands of the wretched man.
‘Bang!’ The wine glass shattered without any delay!
At the same time, the wretched man's eyes shrank, and then a slightly self-deprecating smile appeared on his face: "He is indeed a 'hand shield', with a formidable right hand."
"You talk too much, 'Monkey'!" Qian Mo handed him a tissue. The person who came was none other than one of the four people he invited, 'Monkey' Mao Shuantou
"Tsk tsk, my temper is still so unpleasant." Even so, Mao Shuantou still took the tissue and carefully wiped the wine drops that splashed on his hands. His careful look was incompatible with his clothes: "How many other people are there?
?”
"Three or four, you don't need to know." Qian Mo took a sip of wine.
Mao Huantou didn't mind his tone and shrugged indifferently. At the same time, he chose to close his eyes and fall asleep. He didn't like drinking.
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"Are you looking for a drink in Xiao Zaizi? I'm here to drink. Why are you following me all the time?" I saw a sudden crowding at the door of 'Tuberose' wine, and a powerful roar sounded from it, but in the commotion,
The wine is just a tiny pebble in the water, and a small splash gradually appears, no one cares to understand
The bar security guard felt horrified when he looked at the big man who was two meters away in front of him. He also had an obvious scar on his face, which made the two security guards label him as someone not easy to mess with. One of the security guards said with a smile: "
Sir, we are not allowed to bring controlled knives into the wine here, please cooperate."
"Oh, I, these are nail clippers, are they bothering you?" The burly man said as he pulled out the short dagger from his belt and patted the security guard who was speaking with the blade.
The coldness of the steel made the security guard shudder. He felt uncomfortable being slapped with a knife. Working as a security guard for a month only earned him a salary of over 2,000 yuan. It was not worth being knifed for this, so he did not dare to speak out.
Another security guard on the side drew his knife when he saw the big man's discord. He was about to lift the walkie-talkie in his hand, but suddenly felt a chill in his body, and saw the big man's big eyes looking over him. This was definitely
The look in his eyes at a dead body! One look made him stop moving except for the trembling of his legs.
"Hmph, I still haven't lost all the fat on my body." Suddenly, a cold snort interrupted the confrontation.
The burly man turned his eyes and saw that the speaker was wearing a pair of cheap glasses. He really doubted whether the lenses of those glasses were flat mirrors. The middle-aged man in front of him looked like a decadent white-collar worker, but the sparkle in his eyes under the glasses was heart-wrenching.
trembling
The burly man was humiliated by his words, but he was not annoyed: "My whole body is made of muscles, unlike you who are skinny and can't stand up with one punch."
The man who looked like a white-collar worker looked at him with a half-smile: "He's such a big guy, but he's a good target."
"Then I want you to have the opportunity to stay away from me!" The burly man grinned like a wild beast, ready to pounce on food!
"Jie Jie, the distance is not a problem. You can hit your head with one shot even if you are so close." The white-collar-looking man showed a slightly sinister smile on his pale face. At the same time, he compared his right hand to a gun, raised it slightly, and pointed it at the person who was two heads taller than him.
The eyebrows of a burly man!
It's best for these two people to fight! This is what the two security guards think deep in their hearts. They don't dare to make any move. You know, the cold blade of the burly man's dagger is still close to the green face of one security guard.
"Zhao Xiuli, Bi Yong, you really look like a pain in the ass, but don't block my way." The burly man made the security guard in awe, but the voice of this man made the security guard feel cold in his heart and his black hair reached his neck.
, the front covers the eyes, but does not cover the ferocious face. There is no scar to modify it, but it is ferocious from the inside!
"Wang Zhentian!" The two people who heard the sound were startled and then frowned. The white-collar man looked a little ugly: "That little brother dares to bring your big Buddha here."
"If the chips are high enough, I'll take it!" Wang Zhentian stretched out his hand to block the burly man aside. Maybe he and the burly man are only about equal in strength, but this is the temper of a 'ruthless man'
On the contrary, the burly man Zhao Xiuli frowned at first, then relaxed his eyebrows, showing a smile that he thought was friendly, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Tsk, tsk, I don't have my temper when doing things with you."
Wang Zhentian didn't pay attention to his actions. They had fought together before and they knew each other well. Although they were not as close as brothers, there was no problem in talking to each other.
"You guys are really idle, making trouble here with two little kids. That guy's patience is directly proportional to his ability." Wang Zhentian walked past the two of them and suddenly gave a little reminder.
"Uh!" Bi Yong and Zhao Xiuli looked at each other. It seemed that the man's patience was really poor.
Too lazy to pay attention to the two security guards who were at a loss at this moment. Not seeing how Zhao Xiuli moved, the security guard felt the coldness on his face disappear. Looking closer, the three of them were submerged in the crowd on the dance floor.
"Should we inform the manager!?" A security guard is still young and has professional ethics in his heart.
"Notice, you didn't look at those people. They must have seen blood. Inform the manager? Why don't you let us negotiate? Your head was kicked by a donkey? You have to fight for a salary of more than 1,000 yuan!"
The security guard who was standing there was filled with anger. Damn it, this guy used to be very smart when driving, but now he couldn't even figure it out. The security guard let out a sigh of disdain.
The three of them left, and the two of them dispersed, as if nothing had happened, the night lavender was still singing and dancing, noisy and lively
In the dark and inconspicuous corner of 'Tuberose', two tables were put together into one table, no more, no less, and five grown men were sitting there drinking wine indifferently.
"Waiter, two dozen beers." He drank in a muffled voice. The wine was naturally consumed quickly. The glasses of five people were at the bottom. Soon the bottles were empty. The "monkey" who was sitting sideways pointed his hairy head at the scantily clad waiter.
shouted
The two beers were delivered quickly after the beautiful waiter struggled to hold them. Mao Shuantou touched the waiter's thigh with unclean hands and feet, and at the same time stuffed her with a large red RMB note.
The waiter had the guts to slander the five grown men who ordered cheap beer. You know, two bottles of beer only cost more than a hundred yuan, and the reward he received was only a few yuan. He had just been touched by the vulgar-looking man again, and his face was
Although he smiled, he felt a little unhappy in his heart. However, when he saw the red RMB that this wretched man handed over, the waiter immediately beamed and even gave him a wink when he left.
"Tsk tsk, Hairy Monkey, I didn't expect you to be interested in this kind of woman." The big guy Zhao Xiuli said when he saw this situation. He said it was more of a joke than to break the wall and make the beginning of the conversation. Although he seemed stupid, he was a thoughtful person.
"Go away! People come out to do this out of helplessness. Man, I have a heart to help the world." This is pure nonsense. Mao Shuantou shook his hair and gave himself an image that he thought was very chic.
However, Qian Mo on the side looked at him a second time, because of the flash of sadness when he spoke. Everyone has their own story, and he has no right to dig it out. He is used to watching the world from the sidelines and understanding the surroundings.
, master yourself
"Qian Mo, you called us out this time. Is it because your employer has given you a task?" Bi Yong used to bite open the bottle cap with his teeth and poured a glass of wine for himself and Qian Mo.
"Well, firstly, I want to talk about the mission requirements, and secondly, I want to ask why you all returned to China. Of course, you don't have to talk about personal matters." Bi Yong is his senior brother according to seniority, but Qianmo poured wine for him.
But he accepted it calmly
"It's hard to talk about this. I just received a dismissal order from the local government, saying that I had to leave there." The big man Zhao Xiuli frowned, and he couldn't understand this matter.
"Same." Wang Zhentian, a cold-lime man, also added.
Qian Mo looked at Bi Yong and Mao Huantou, and saw the two of them nodded. It seemed that the reason for returning home was the same, but this matter was too strange!
Qian Mo rubbed his temples. He was trapped in this game and couldn't get out!
"This matter is a bit difficult, but there is no need to compete. Anyway, the country has returned. Who dares to take my advice? I'm a ruthless person and will never give up." Wang Zhentian simmered down a bottle of wine in one gulp, and his ruthless demeanor remained the same.
"It's hard to talk about this." Bi Yong has been exposed to sniper rifles all year round. He has a calm mind and treats things indifferently.
"You are such a coward, what Wang Zhentian said is what I want." Zhao Xiuli glanced at Bi Yong with disdain, but was ignored by the latter.
Qian Mo leaned on the leather chair and held his temple with one hand as he looked at the four people. He could not tell what he was thinking. After a long time, he said: "Okay, let this matter take its course. Now let's talk about this mission."
When he said that, Qian Mo already held a piece of A4 paper in his hand, with clear lines on it, just like a topographic map.