Zhou Zijing said that Wu Dazhi seemed to smell something very special. But he opened his eyes and saw nothing special except for a few ghosts who came here to get drunk.
"Dazhi, does that woman look familiar to you?!" Wu Dazhi was about to walk into the bar, but was pulled back by Zhou Zijing. He pointed to a place not far away and said softly: "What do I think of that woman?"
Looks like Zhang Meimei?!"
Zhang Meimei?! Wu Dazhi glared at Zhou Zijing angrily. Zhang Meimei was already dead, how could she appear here?
"Look, I think it's true!" Zhou Zijing said reluctantly: "But it's not the Zhang Meimei who has had plastic surgery, it's the one who hasn't had plastic surgery yet!"
Zhou Zijing's chatter made Wu Dazhi a little upset. In a semi-forced state, Wu Dazhi looked in the direction of Zhou Zijing's finger, and sure enough he saw a female ghost wearing hot pants in a corner not far from them.
Sitting.
Wu Dazhi took two steps forward and took a closer look. It seemed to be exactly the same as the real Zhang Meimei that Xie Rusi gave them before.
"Zhang Meimei?!" Wu Dazhi asked tentatively.
Zhang Meimei ignored Wu Dazhi's question, changed her posture, and then asked: "Do you know me? But judging from your clothes, you don't look like someone who hangs out in nightclubs every day!"
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were not sure why Zhang Meimei's soul appeared here. Was it coming to kill Zhao Jun? Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing couldn't help but tremble.
"You're not here to see Zhao Jun, are you?"
Wu Dazhi wanted to make a good plan and get close to Zhang Meimei, but Zhou Zijing was not a person who played his cards according to common sense at all. He had no control over the deployment plan and played out all his trump cards as soon as he came up.
"Zhao Jun?" Zhang Meimei frowned: "I'm sorry, I don't know such a person. Oh, did you ask about my beautiful name before to build relationships? Let me tell you, I am very busy recently, so I don't have much time.
I'll spend more time with you, I'll be on stage soon, if you have time, just wait for me here!"
After Zhang Meimei finished speaking, she turned around, left her seat, and walked toward the back of the bar.
"What's going on?" Zhou Zijing didn't understand yet and looked straight at Wu Dazhi: "Although people will forget many things after death, Zhao Jun is so important to her, so logically speaking, she shouldn't forget it!
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"Don't worry about her yet. As long as she doesn't come after Zhao Jun, it's none of our business. Besides, there are many people in charge of the territory. They have big gold watches, black and white, and bull-headed and horse-faced faces. We two have nothing to do but stay out of trouble!"
Wu Dazhi didn't take Zhou Zijing's words to heart at all. He was now focused on Zhao Jun with a red heart.
This bar is very big. If Wu Dazhi remembers correctly, this is the most famous bar in City C. The wrap-around building allows customers sitting on any floor to see the most exciting performances on the big stage in the middle of the floor.
Different levels have different consumption. On the lowest level, the consumption of the seats surrounding the dance floor is unlimited, that is, there is no minimum consumption. Everyone can come in and consume, even if you only drink one glass of beer, it doesn't matter.
Going up further, the situation becomes different, and minimum consumption begins to be set, ranging from 688 yuan to 1888 yuan.
When you get to the top floor, only members here can enter. Only friends who have a relationship with the boss are welcome here. No one can go to the third floor to make purchases without the boss's consent.
Wu Dazhi looked around the entire bar, and his eyes suddenly stopped in a corner. Although he had only met him once, Wu Dazhi could definitely say that that person was Wang Jingli.
"Fat man, I can probably guess why Zhang Meimei appeared here!" Wu Dazhi gently pulled Zhou Zijing, who was searching for a beauty target: "Look at the person on the third floor, he is Wang Jingli!"
"Wang Jingli?" Zhou Zijing withdrew his gaze and glanced at Wu Dazhi doubtfully: "You mean..."
Before Zhou Zijing could finish what he said, a blast of loudspeaker sound suddenly came from the stage.
"Now, we invite Miss Zhang Meimei, the last singer of our Mayflower Bar, to come on stage to bring you her latest work!"
All the lights were shining on a small corner of the stage at this time. Zhang Meimei came on the stage wearing a charming and sexy red skirt, and her voice was so tingling that it filled the entire audience.
Everyone moved happily to Zhang Meimei's rhythm. Only Wu Dazhi, Zhou Zijing, and Zhao Jun sitting in the corner remained sober as before.
"It seems that the woman gave the people here a psychedelic spell. The fact that the two of us were not affected is a good explanation. Why is Zhao Jun okay too?"
"Perhaps there is no such person as Zhao Jun in Zhang Meimei's memory now, or it may be because Zhao Jun has been noticed by other ghosts and has been marked, so he will not be confused by other ghosts!"
Wu Dazhi didn't know what happened between Zhao Jun and Zhang Meimei, so he could only speculate.
While Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were concentrating on Zhang Meimei's performance, Lisa had already entered the bar.
Seeing that Zhao Jun was in a bad mood but still drinking, she was afraid that he would cause trouble, so she took the bottle from his hand and helped him slowly walk out of the bar.
"What should we do? Zhao Jun is gone. There are Zhang Meimei and Wang Jingli here. Where are we looking?"
Five minutes later, Zhou Zijing found that Zhao Jun was missing and asked Wu Dazhi nervously.
Wu Dazhi didn't have time to think too much, he stood up and walked out. Zhou Zijing also stood up and followed him, and he was about to go out with Wu Dazhi.
"Fat man, you stay here and watch Zhang Meimei, don't let her do anything!" Wu Dazhi pushed Zhou Zijing back to the bar: "Just watch, don't meddle in other people's business!"
Wu Dazhi came out of the Mayflower Bar and couldn't find Zhao Jun and Lisa. He caught a ghost from the side:
"Did you just see a man and a woman coming out of the bar?!"
The ghost was caught in Wu Dazhi's hand, and his heart kept beating wildly. Anyone who could catch him in his hand was an existence that he could not afford to offend.
"Great Immortal, there are so many men and women on the road. I don't know which one you are asking about!" The ghost said with a sad face: "But I just saw a drunkard coming out of the bar, and there seemed to be a woman supporting him.
, they went in the direction of Dongcheng, they just took a taxi..."
Before the ghost finished speaking, Wu Dazhi threw him behind him. With Zhao Jun's clues, how could he give up.
At this time, Lisa led Zhao Jun to a place very close to his home and were waiting for the red light to change.
Lisa held the steering wheel and tilted her head to look at the drunken Zhao Jun. At this time, he looked like a sloppy and useless man, stinking of alcohol.
Not to mention how uncomfortable Lisa was. If she first saw Zhao Jun like this, she would never accept the boss's suggestion even if she beat the child in her belly.
The red light turned to green. Lisa restarted the car. Just as she was about to turn, Zhao Jun, who was sitting nearby, suddenly crashed into Lisa who was driving as if he was dead.