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Chapter 872

Chapter 872

When Yang Tian arrived at Yunge Club, there were two people standing at the door.

If Lin Qiming were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that it was the two gatekeepers who forced him in.

"Where is Lin Qiming?"

Yang Tian walked up directly and asked.

"Are you Yang Tian?"

The two people looked at each other, a little surprised at the speed of Yang Tian's arrival.

One of them said to Yang Tian: "Come with me."

The first floor of Yunge Club is the lobby, with a high-end and elegant crystal staircase in the middle. Apart from the two gatekeepers, there are only two front desk ladies left.

Although it is a club, there is no sound in the hall. It is obviously the best sound insulation.

For a place like a club to achieve such good sound insulation, there is only one possibility, and that is to hide something.

Everyone knew the twists and turns involved, but Yang Tian followed that person naturally as if he knew nothing about it.

The man did not take the stairs, but took Yang Tian to the elevator in the corner.

"please."

The man stood in front of a box on the fourth floor.

Yang Tian glanced at him and pushed the door open.

I saw only two or three people sitting in front of a huge round table. The middle of the table was filled with all kinds of drinks, and there were also many empty bottles placed in front of a few people.

"Old guy, are you okay? I've just started, and you're already drunk like this?"

A fat man twisted his body casually, knocked his short and thick legs on the table, and stretched out his hand.

The waiter behind him immediately put the cigar to him with both hands. When the fat man took the cigar and put it into his mouth, the waiter came up and lit it for him.

"Who...hiccup...who said I can't do it anymore! When I started drinking, you didn't know where to pee or mud."

Lin Qiming sat with his back to the door. He couldn't see Yang Tian coming in and retorted loudly.

Just by listening to the sound, Yang Tian knew that Lin Qiming had drunk too much.

"Dad, I'll take you home."

Yang Tian pushed away the service staff behind Lin Qiming and patted Lin Qiming on the shoulder.

"Pick me up? Who will pick me up? Yang Tian, ​​why is it you? Why doesn't my daughter come to pick me up?"

Lin Qiming drank two bottles of foreign wine, and his eyes were a little unfocused. He almost had to lie on Yang Tian's face to see clearly who he was.

"No, we can't let Xiaoxue come. It's good for you to come. Don't talk nonsense to Xiaoxue when you go back, do you hear me?"

Lin Qiming said with confusion.

"Well. Let's go home."

Yang Tian nodded.

It didn't matter to him that Lin Qiming was not good to him. But after Lin Qiming drank like this, he was subconsciously worried that Lin Xue would be angry if he knew it, so he tried to please Yang Tian to a great extent.

Because of these words, Yang Tian, ​​who never liked physical contact with others, put Lin Qiming's arm around his neck and prepared to take him away.

"stop!"

The fat man holding a cigar spoke.

The smoke coming out of his mouth covered his face, as if the smoke had opened his mouth.

Yang Tian didn't move and looked at him.

"You want to leave now?"

The fat man stared, feeling that he was being ignored.

This man named Yang Tian had not even looked at him since he came in, and he even wanted to take people away from his bar.

He took people away from his station without even informing him. He was too disrespectful to take him, the wine god of Waldo, seriously!

"He lost a game to me. According to my rules, he can either continue drinking or give him money. You want to take the person away now. Isn't it a bit against the rules?"

The fat man put his legs down from the table, rested his elbows on the table, and looked at Yang Tian dissatisfied.

"How much did you lose?"

Yang Tian frowned.

I just wanted to get Lin Qiming out to sober up quickly and forgot about this matter.

"Five million per round."

The fat man stretched out his five fat fingers and shook them in the air.

"We agreed at the beginning that we would have a drinking match and whoever vomited first would lose. He vomited once and lost the game."


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