It is quite cold at night in Xinjiang, but it is as warm as spring inside. There are several bare-legged girls sitting on the seats at the door, some of them smoking cigarettes, looking very social.
After entering this bar, I discovered that this is not just a bar, but there are two floors inside that belong to this bar. It should be a KTV and a chess and card room, etc. It is quite comprehensive.
Although it is still early, there are still many people in the bar, and it can be seen that this bar is quite popular.
Under the swaying lights in the hall, many people danced to the DJ dance music.
Since Anal's husband hadn't arrived yet, I had to find a booth with a better view.
But just as I was about to sit down, the lobby manager suddenly came over to me and said to me: "Sir, this seat is reserved. Please change it."
I nodded and had to move to the other side, but the view here was not so good.
I casually ordered something to drink and started waiting.
After waiting for about half an hour, I finally saw a man who looked exactly like Anael's husband walking into the bar, with a beautifully dressed woman hugging him.
I took out my phone and opened the photo that Anal had sent me before, and confirmed it. Although the faces of the people in Xinjiang are not much different.
But he is relatively handsome, and it is easy to identify him. He is Anael's husband Parhat.
Judging from his demeanor, he was a regular here, and he looked very arrogant. After entering the bar, the lobby manager nodded and bowed to greet him.
And he walked straight to the booth where I was sitting before, and I realized that no wonder the hall manager asked me to change seats. It turned out that this seat was reserved for him!
Okay, I'm going to start my performance too.
I called the waiter over and asked him: "What is the most expensive wine here?"
The young waiter seemed to be shocked by my words. He looked at me blankly for a while and then said: "Hello, sir, the most expensive one here is Hennessy Richard, priced at 18,888."
It really opened my eyes. The most expensive wine I ever ordered in a bar was probably the Ace of Spades. That was only 5,000 a bottle, and this one was almost 20,000.
But this is exactly the effect I want.
I asked the waiter again: "Does anyone usually order this kind of wine?"
"Yes, but very few."
I deliberately turned my gaze to Parhati in the booth opposite and asked, "Do you know him?"
The waiter nodded and said, "Mr. Parhat is a regular customer of ours."
I smiled and asked again: "If I order this wine, is there any show to perform this? I just want to save some face, you understand?"
He smiled and said: "Yes, Hennessy Richard is the most expensive wine in our bar. At that time, guests who order wine will be made public in the entire bar, and our waiters will also deliver the wine to you based on your opinions.
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I laughed and said: "In this way, after I order it, you can make the noise for me more exciting. The more lively the better, and if I am satisfied, I will have another bottle."
He probably got his commission from drinks. After hearing what I said, he quickly nodded in agreement.
So I directly ordered this bottle of Hennessy Richard, which cost 18,888 yuan, and the waiter immediately informed the lobby manager of the news through the earphone.
The lobby manager immediately came over to me, completely different from when he asked me to change seats.
He was very polite and shouted like a boss.
Soon, the entire bar hall was filled with consumption announcements.
That feeling is quite satisfying to be honest. Probably every man has this thought in his heart to some extent.
It is a kind of pleasure that comes from consumption, and a sense of pride that I have that you don’t have.
Although I did all this just to attract Parhati's attention, the moment the loud bar music in the hall stopped for me, I suddenly seemed to own the whole world.
Immediately, people in the bar looked at me with envy and jealousy.
I put on a cynical look and pretended to be a second-generation rich man.
I glanced at Parhat with my peripheral vision, and he had obviously noticed me.
Women love to compare, and men also love to compare, especially with rich men.
Several waiters pushed trolleys and brought the wine I just ordered, wrapped in exquisite gift boxes.
After it was opened, fireworks displays began to appear around the bar, making the scene very lively.
At that moment, I earned enough face.
One after another, some nightclub girls with heavy makeup came to me and said they wanted to get to know me.
I was not interested in them and sent them away one after another.
I was only interested in Parhati, but he didn't take the initiative to come to me.
Is this not enough? Do you want me to have another bottle of 18888?
Just when I was thinking this, suddenly a girl wearing a JK uniform came to me.
"Brother, can I sit down and have a drink with you?" she said shyly.
I stared at her blankly, wondering what was going on. It turned out that she was the same as the women who came to me just now.
But she is much more innocent than the women who came to me just now, with big eyes, long hair, and light makeup.
At first glance, the whole person gives people the feeling of emerging from mud but not stained.
I watched her hesitate for a while, then pointed to the seat next to me and motioned for her to sit.
She immediately smiled happily and sat down next to me.
"Thank you, brother, for giving me this opportunity. Thank you, brother. I'll pour you a drink."
As she said that, she picked up the bottle of wine I ordered just now, sat next to me, and poured me the wine.
I pointed to Parhat over there and asked her: "I want to ask you something, have you seen that person over there? Do you know him?"
He glanced in the direction of my finger, nodded immediately and said, "I know you. Who here doesn't know Parhat!"
"Then does he know you?"
She smiled and said: "Of course he doesn't know me. I'm just a student. How could Mr. Parhat know me?"
"You, student?" I looked at her with doubt.
She nodded and replied, "Well, I'm just a freshman this year."
She looked quite like a student, and she didn't have that kind of social atmosphere, so I started chatting with her wordlessly.
"Are you not from Xinjiang?" I asked her again.
She shook her head and said, "I went to college in Xinjiang! My hometown is in Hubei."
"Why travel so far to go to school?"
“I like Xinjiang! The scenery here is beautiful.”
As she spoke, she poured me another drink and said, "Brother, you are also from another place, right? Are you here for tourism or work?"
"Come to play."
I paused and asked again: "So, you also come to the bar to play?"
"No," she shook her head, and then said very frustrated, "I'm here to make money. My family is poor and there is no money for me to go to college, so I have to work by myself to make money."
"Why do you come to work in a place like this? Don't you know what kind of place this is?"
She curled her lips and said helplessly: "I can't help it. My classmate brought me here because the salary here is high."
Then she told me that her name was Lu Xueer, and she had just come here to work today, but she never dared to go to the customers to drink because she was afraid.
Until she saw me, she didn't think I was a bad person.
It was also through her that I learned that all the women who came to see me just now were arranged for me by the bar, including her.