"Let's go, there are a lot of people now. Hurry up and get in. We're late and there's no place to sit." Liu Biao saw a few people wearing suits but looking like gangsters walking in. He immediately forgot what was different about Zhang Yang and hurriedly pulled Zhang Yang away.
Rush inside.
"Whose subordinates are you?"
You know, as soon as the two of them arrived at the door, they were blocked by a dozen men wearing crisp black suits. Their suits were not those sold by Liu Biao from the street stalls. Judging from the fabric, at least one set cost several thousand yuan.
"I, I...I am Liu Biao..." Liu Biao felt timid and stammered.
"I asked you whose subordinate you are." A man in a suit said with a cold expression.
"I'm Xiao... no no... I'm... he, he, I know him..." Liu Biao stammered and couldn't explain the reason. When he saw a middle-aged man in a white suit walking over, he suddenly
It was like seeing a savior.
"Do you know Brother Seven?"
The face of the man in the suit suddenly changed color, but there was still a trace of suspicion in his eyes as he looked at Liu Biao's suit and the dirty Zhang Yang. At this time, Zhang Yang wanted to find a gap in the ground to occupy. He always thought that Liu Biao was wearing a suit.
Biao came to eat and give out red envelopes, but he knew that people didn't recognize him.
"Yes, yes, I know him." Liu Biao said without hesitation.
At this time, the middle-aged man in a white suit slowly walked over surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards. The first impression of the middle-aged man was that his skin was well maintained, and his actual age could not be seen. He looked like he was thirty years old.
, also looks a bit thin like a forty-year-old.
"Brother Seven!" More than a dozen men in suits standing at the door shouted in unison and bowed deeply, their faces full of reverence.
"Well, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man named Qi Ge had a gentle smile on his face, but his whole body revealed the aura of a superior. Although his expression was gentle, Zhang Yang felt a huge mental pressure.
"Brother Seven, these two are going in. He said he knows you." The person who spoke was the same person who started asking Liu Biao, looking at the middle-aged man's face cautiously.
"you know me?"
The middle-aged man's gentle eyes suddenly turned cold. When he looked at Liu Biao, his pupils were constricted, like needle points. At this moment, the air seemed to become colder. A sense of depression made Zhang Yang feel like he was suffocating. Zhang Yang's hair
They all stood up, and his fingers were tightly held together. The dangerous aura exuded by the middle-aged man made his whole body look like a fully drawn bow.
"I, I...I...I saw you at Duck Overlord..." Liu Biao cried with a sad face. He never imagined that it would be so difficult to just sneak in and see his idol. Otherwise, he would not dare to come even if he was beaten to death.
"That is to say, you have only seen me?" The middle-aged man laughed dumbly. The depression in the air suddenly disappeared, and the tense Zhang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure on him from this middle-aged man was greater than that on the train.
Five men were dozens of times older, and he didn't like this feeling of not having the slightest certainty.
"Yes, yes... let me in, Boss Xiao is my idol, I want to see him, you see, I have a red envelope... I am not a freeloader..." Liu Biao took out one from his trouser pocket with trembling hands.
Even the pitifully small red envelope was taken away by the middle-aged man's aura.
…
The scene suddenly fell silent for a while, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man.
"Hahahaha...cough..." The middle-aged man who stared closely into Liu Biao's eyes suddenly burst into laughter, coughing constantly, and his fair cheeks turned red from coughing.
"Can I come in?" Liu Biao's pitiful appearance made Zhang Yang want to vomit. He couldn't imagine that a person with such well-developed limbs as Liu Biao could actually make such a disgusting expression.
"Ahem..." The middle-aged man burst into tears with laughter. He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his face. "Haha, I haven't been this happy for a long time. When you go in, everyone calls me Seventh Brother."
, some people call me Xiaoqi, what’s your name?”
"Liu Biao, his name is Zhang Yang." Liu Biao was overjoyed.
"Well, Zhang Yang, I remember it." The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Yang and said meaningfully.
"Thank you, Brother Qi." Zhang Yang felt like he was being seen through his internal organs.
"Let's go in together, haha!" Brother Qi patted Liu Biao's broad shoulder and laughed: "You are very good, you have courage, and your friends are also good. Have fun, and next time you encounter something like this while eating
, you can mention my name."
"Yes, thank you, Brother Qi!"
Liu Biao nodded and bowed and watched Brother Seventh go up to the second floor. Until now, he still had no idea who Brother Seven was. However, he did see him once at Duck Bawang, the most famous specialty snack bar in City C.
When Zhang Yang entered the lobby of Baijiayuan Hotel, he immediately discovered that the entire Baijiayuan Hotel had been divided into several levels. They were now on the first floor, and there were more than a dozen men in suits guarding the second floor, and the middle-aged man
Brother Qi has been taken into the elevator, probably to the third floor.
"Zhang Yang, come here..."
After Liu Biao watched the seventh brother disappear into the elevator, he immediately and furtively pulled Zhang Yang, who was observing, to a corner.
"kindness?"
"Did you see that?" Liu Biao pointed to several tables in front of a screen. There were many people standing in front of the tables, and they seemed very busy.
"What's wrong? That's for red envelopes. Don't you have a red envelope?"
"Yes, yes, but I only have one red envelope. If I divide the red envelope into two, wouldn't we both have red envelopes?" Liu Biao said with a strange smile.
"Oh, that's a good idea." Zhang Yang seriously agreed. If he didn't receive the red envelope, he would feel like he was freeloading. It would be good if Liu Biao's red envelope could be divided into two parts.
"Okay, that's it."
Without saying a word, Liu Biao opened the red envelope, gave one hundred yuan to Zhang Yang, and then sealed the red envelope.
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