Nightclubs were popular in the old society, and they still have a somewhat retro flavor to this day.
Many people also like the retro flavor, and today's nightclub is much more fun than the nightclubs of the past. It is a comprehensive entertainment venue.
When Lin Kun walked into this nightclub, he was immediately greeted by a waiter who was responsible for reception. The waiter was very handsome and wore an old Shanghai cheongsam. The cheongsam was split from the thigh, and he walked with a swinging look.
A wave.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" The waiter bowed slightly, smiled sweetly, and blinked with a pair of big clear eyes, shining brightly.
Lin Kun didn't look at the waiter, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for someone, Tian Dongyu."
"Tian Dongyu?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Sir, you are here to see Mr. Tian. May I ask what your name is so that I can confirm with Mr. Tian."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Just tell him that I am from the Tian Family Martial Arts School, and my surname is Li."
"Okay, Mr. Li, come with me first. I'll go and confirm it right away." The waiter smiled sweetly and led Lin Kun into a small karaoke hall.
Lin Kun found a seat and sat down. A male waiter wearing a white shirt and a small bow tie came over, smiled and bowed and asked: "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
Lin Kun raised his head and glanced at the waiter, then smiled and said, "Do you have any recommendations?"
The waiter smiled politely and said: "The whiskey we serve here is more authentic."
"Then give me a drink."
"Okay sir, please wait a moment!"
The waiter stepped back, and Lin Kun turned his attention to the waiter who had just brought him in. At this time, the waiter wearing a cheongsam was making a phone call in front of the bar.
When the whiskey was served, the waiter in a white shirt and tie smiled and said, "Sir, your wine."
Lin Kun took out a hundred-yuan ultrasound from his pocket, put it on the tray in the waiter's hand, and said, "The rest is considered a tip."
The smile on the waiter's face became even brighter, "Thank you, sir!"
The waitress came over at this time, with a somewhat apologetic expression on her face, and said, "Mr. Li, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tian didn't come to our place tonight."
Lin Kun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, this drink is for you." As he said that, he pushed the cup in front of the waitress.
"Thank you, sir!" the waitress said with a smile.
Lin Kun stood up and walked towards the door of the nightclub. The reason why he said his surname was Li just now was because once Tian Dongyu heard that his surname was Lin, he would associate it with him and avoid seeing anyone named Li in this world.
If there are too many people, then Tian Dongyu must know someone named Li.
After leaving the nightclub, Lin Kun did not go home immediately, but drove to the hospital again.
Yang Xingyu was lying on the hospital bed and fell asleep. Qu Hanlei sat on the edge of the hospital bed and fell asleep leaning against the edge of the bed.
After tonight's troubles, the relationship between the three major martial arts schools in Shencheng has been forged. Lin Kun is worried that the three major martial arts schools, especially Tian Fang from Shangwu Martial Arts School, will find someone overnight to take revenge on Qu Hanlei and Yang Xingyu.
Looking at Yang Xingyu on the hospital bed and Qu Hanlei leaning on the edge of the bed, Lin Kun felt a warm current in his heart. He gently closed the door of the ward and stood in the corridor and made a phone call.
When he received the call from Lin Kun, Wang Fu was strolling around the Victoria Bar. His current job is to visit this bar every night and check out the scene.
This job sounds very easy. Nowadays, almost no one in Shencheng doesn't know that this place belongs to Lin Kun. Those gangsters on the street don't even dare to come here to make trouble even if they have the courage to do so. Occasionally, they will make trouble.
, they are all ordinary people who are drunk, and the security guards in the bar can handle such situations.
Lin Kun hung up the phone, opened the window in the corridor a small crack, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Looking at no one around him, he lit it up and took two puffs to kill some time. Little did he know that he had just picked up the lighter.
A crisp voice sounded from behind.
"gentlemen?"
Two simple words, but it conveys a different charm, mainly because of the unique accent, with a hint of Hong Kong accent.
Lin Kun turned around, biting a cigarette crookedly in his mouth, and saw a little girl in a nurse's uniform walking over. The little girl was wearing a pair of white cloth shoes, her steps were light, but her figure was very tall.
At least 1.7 meters.
Lin Kun immediately smiled awkwardly, and before the nurse could say anything, he smiled and asked, "Where is our smoking room?"
The little nurse came over, smiled slightly and said, "The smoking room is downstairs, but it's late at night and there's no one here. You should be fine if you open the window and have a smoke."
"Oh?" Lin Kun was a little confused.
"I called you because I wanted to tell you that you lost your money." The little nurse said with a smile. After that, she knelt down and picked up a hundred-dollar bill on the ground, "Give it back to you!"
"Oh, thank you!" Lin Kun suddenly realized and said with a smile.
"You're welcome, this is what you should do." The little nurse smiled, turned around and walked away. After walking a few steps, she turned back and warned with a smile: "Smoking is harmful to health!"
Looking at the back of the little nurse, Lin Kun smiled and shook his head. I have to say that it was quite interesting to hear the Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent by chance, especially the little nurse who was in charge was quite sweet.
Click...
The lighter was lit, Lin Kun took a deep breath, and after smoking out the cigarette, Wang Fu ran over with a huff, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and shouted: "Brother Kun!"
"Shh!"
Lin Kun made a silent gesture, pointed to the big plaque above his head, and said: "Quiet."
Wang Fu grinned and said, "Brother Kun, why did you call me here?"
Lin Kun took out a cigarette and handed it to Wang Fu. Wang Fu immediately pointed to the plaque above his head and said: "No smoking."
Lin Kun clicked the lighter, handed it over, and said with a smile: "No one is around, it's okay to smoke one."
"Hehe, okay!" Wang Fu grinned.
Wang Fu smoked a cigarette, and Lin Kun put the lighter into his pocket and said: "Fat man, my junior brother was beaten. Now I'm going to smash up the bar in the house of the boy who beat my junior brother. I'm afraid they will
If you suddenly come here to take revenge, you can stay here and take care of me."
"The bar was smashed!?" Wang Fu's eyes suddenly heated up, and he said with admiration: "It's so fun, Brother Kun!"
Lin Kun said with a smile: "Can you be a little ambitious? If you find it enjoyable, I will call you when I go to smash it again."
Wang Fu said excitedly: "Okay, I've never smashed a bar in my life!"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Let's get down to business, please arrange for some younger brothers to come over later, so as not to affect my junior brother's hospitalization. If anything happens, notify me as soon as possible."
"Okay, I promise to complete the task!" Wang Fu promised, patting his chest.