"Hi! Fat uncle!" Someone flashed into the bar, took an empty cup, and began to wipe it quickly while glancing around. The fat bartender smiled honestly, "Okay, stop looking, boss.
Haven’t come yet.”
"Huh." Someone then breathed a sigh of relief and touched his head sheepishly, "Sister Bingli said yesterday that if I'm late again today, she will skin me."
"How dare you say that! I've been at work for four days and been late three times." A bartender who was working with a cigarette in his mouth glanced over indifferently. Although he was chatting casually, the bartender in his hand was not moving at all.
It stopped and spun quickly, rolling from his shoulders to his arms. This cool skill once made someone stunned, but now he is used to it.
Unlike the fat bartender, the bartender is tall and thin, with a square face and a clear scar from his right eyebrow to the bridge of his nose. He looks cool. Someone only knows his name is Scar, and he is probably in his early thirties. First meeting
When I was there, Sister Bingli explained in a friendly manner, saying that this is your Brother Scar. You may not think that he is very fierce, but he has not killed anyone for many years... He is very easy to get along with.
A certain person stayed there for a long time and was so scared that he didn't dare to look up for a second time. However, after a few days, he discovered that Brother Scar was actually a very easy-going person, so he gradually became friendly with him.
"Hey, why isn't Sister Bingli here today?" Someone sneered sheepishly and immediately changed the subject. While helping the fat bartender clean the glasses, he glanced around the dimly lit bar.
"I guess it's still upstairs. I haven't been down all day." Scar answered casually, and at the same time a flaming cocktail glass slid over, "A cup of 'Infidelity', table 36."
"Yeah." Someone nodded immediately, picked up the tray and started running errands.
To be honest, the Dihuo Bar is not that big... The decoration is mainly black, supplemented by blurry blue light everywhere, with seven or eight semi-surrounded seats, some scattered round tables, two wavy-line arc tables... and then
Going inside, there is a billiard room separated by a wooden screen. There are only two billiard tables under the light... There are some comfortable sofas next to it, and a few dart targets are hung on the wall...
Counting the boss Bingli, there are only five employees in total. Uncle Fat is responsible for collecting money, Scar is responsible for bartending, and someone is responsible for running errands. There is also a foreigner named Paul who is responsible for the billiard room, and someone is also responsible for running errands.
Not very familiar.
However, although the place is not big, it is still elegant and unique. There are many customers who come to patronize it. Most of them are well-dressed gentlemen or well-dressed beauties. There are no vicious middle-aged uncles in flowered shirts or monsters like you imagined.
The escort girl was angry. This made someone feel relieved a lot.
"Haha---" The female boss Bingli, who was still wearing a white pleated shirt and a pair of black harem pants, yawned and finally walked downstairs. She rubbed her waist hard and walked into the bar while casually
Say hello, "Knife, here's a cup of black cube with ice."
"Hello, Sister Bingli!" After delivering the items, someone walked back to the bar with a tray and immediately greeted his boss politely.
"Hey, okay." Bingli raised her hand listlessly and hit her shoulder with the other hand, "Xiaosong, come here and rub it for me. Damn, I'm exhausted."
"Huh? Isn't it repaired yet?" The fat bartender smiled honestly, "Should we send it to the factory for repair?"
"Damn, what a broken game cabin! Not to mention it's so expensive, but it broke after I kicked it twice!" Bingli took a sip of wine depressedly, "It took me a whole day to dismantle it, but I couldn't find out what was wrong with it.
"
"Why did you kick him in the game room?" Scar said calmly while pouring wine into the cocktail shaker.
"Why are you talking about that! Those naughty kids are more disobedient than the last, damn! Kill them sooner or later and I will play alone!" Bingli punched the bar fiercely.
While wiping glasses, someone asked the fat bartender in a low voice, "Who is the boss talking about?"
"Who knows. Who is it in the game?" The fat bartender smiled gently and shrugged indifferently.
Someone only found out yesterday that his boss also plays "Alien". When he accidentally saw the game cabin from the boss's room, he was surprised.
I heard that the boss is a hardcore gamer and plays all kinds of online games. I don’t know the details. Because Fat Uncle, Scar, and Paul don’t touch this area very much, so they don’t care.
No wonder the day she fell into a coma, Sister Bingli played with her game card and said, "You also play "Foreign World". It turns out that she is a player of this game herself.
"Why are you so stunned! Xiaosong, come here quickly!" Bingli snorted, showing that she was in a very bad mood now. Someone quickly walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and began to rub shoulders and back without complaint... Alas, the boss is the biggest
…You have to be a slave just to get someone’s salary, right?…
As the night went on, more and more men and women came to the bar to have fun. Bingli also walked back and forth in the store carrying a tray. After a while, when she was free, she still smoked a cigarette and played a game with Paul in the billiard room.
The night is still very long... accompanied by music, people are coming and going in the bar, and the air is filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, and perfume. But someone has gradually become familiar with everything here.
"...Haah...so sleepy..." Someone came back to the bar with a tray, rubbed his eyes, picked up a piece of white cloth and helped the fat uncle wipe the cup. Scar smiled lightly while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
He handed over a cigarette and said, "Here, take one to refresh yourself."
