Wu Zonghao's eyes lit up and he secretly admired Manager Liu.
As expected of an old fox, this trick is too good!
Even if it were based on ordinary specifications, it would probably cost around 10,000 yuan in total. With the way Yang Haoran was dressed, he didn't look like someone who could casually take out 10,000 yuan.
As long as Yang Haoran can't get the money, the nightclub can detain Yang Haoran openly, and then it won't be able to do whatever it wants!
Thinking of this, Wu Zonghao quickly nodded in agreement.
"Yes, he is responsible for all today's consumption. This is what we agreed in advance, don't you think so?"
The other few people, all of whom were from Wu Zonghao, naturally echoed him.
Yang Haoran was stunned. Is there such an operation? How can people be so shameless?
So he turned around and looked at Liu Xiaocui: "They said they want you to pay the bill. Do you have money?"
Liu Xiaocui was about to cry. How could Yang Haoran do this?
"I can get up to two thousand yuan!"
Liu Xiaocui said timidly, it was all over now, and her future life would be gloomy.
Yang Haoran is rich, but it is impossible for him to be taken advantage of. He is thinking about running away in this situation.
Just as Yang Haoran was making plans, his ancestral cell phone rang.
"Hey, who is that? Oh, you are the doctor with so-so medical skills! What? Someone is looking for me to see a doctor? No, I can't leave, I'm in some trouble. The location, it seems to be called a night ktv. What do you want?
Come here? Then I will wait for you for a while, up to twenty minutes, so please hold on tight." 33 novel
Wu Zonghao sneered repeatedly and said teasingly: "What, will someone pay for it for you?"
Yang Haoran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "You reminded me that that guy is quite rich, so I'll just wait."
Wu Zonghao had a vicious look on his face: "You can pretend as much as you can, even if you cry!"
Manager Liu smiled like a tiger and said, "How about we sort out the bills first."
Yang Haoran waved his hand casually: "Whatever you want."
Anyway, Yang Haoran can't afford this money, so what's the point even if it's a sky-high price?
On the streets of Haishi, night had fallen deeply. A very ordinary military jeep drove at the speed of a sports car and moved forward rapidly on the road.
The driver was a young man in his thirties with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a chilling murderous aura about him.
And sitting in the passenger seat was Xingzhu, a master of traditional Chinese medicine.
"Old man, is that person you are talking about really that powerful? He actually allows you to consider yourself a student?"
Xingzhu's eyes were burning and he said sincerely: "You are wrong. How can I be qualified to be the master's student! Even if I can get a piece of advice from the master, I will be extremely honored. I can't do anything about Mr. Lin's illness, but the master must have something.
There is a way to cure it.”
The man had a solemn look on his face: "The leader has been a soldier all his life, and his influence in China is very important. If that person is as powerful as what he said, he is a hero of Great China."
Xingzhu ignored it, and when he looked away, he ignored the epaulettes on the man's shoulders. If others saw this scene, they would be shocked. The driver turned out to be a general!
At the same time, Chen Liangchuan, the boss of Tie Ye, had arrived at the nightclub accompanied by two martial arts bodyguards.
Some people actually dare to cause trouble in their own territory. I am so impatient!