Just like now, even Ah Nan goes to watch stage performances without any control.
No one paid any attention to what he was going to do next.
No, it’s not like no one noticed.
Mai Fan saw that a service staff was already walking towards him with a tray, and he knew that there was still a plan waiting for the sober guests.
Mai Fan took the initiative and walked to the back of the stage.
The waiter carrying the tray followed me.
"What drinks do you want, sir?"
Mai Fan shook his head, took out a real point currency he had just redeemed, and pressed it under the wine glass.
"A drink without any attributes, just an ordinary drink. The rest is your tip."
"I came here today to bring my brothers to have a long experience. After the experience, I will leave."
"None of us like this."
The waiter looked at the points and saw that there were as many as 100 points.
After deducting the drinks with no properties that Mai Fan asked for, he could get a full 20, which is considered a very generous person.
There are also many people like Mai Fan every day who are just here to have a look and are not really anxious people.
The waiter had no doubts. He happily accepted the money and gave Mai Fan a free space.
Well, while everyone is watching the show, he has to find it quickly.
There is only one place where the concentration of the main god exceeds the standard...
Mai Fan was speechless as he looked at the strings of handmade products hanging on the stands.
There is a strange wind chime hanging from the steel frame structure of the roof...
It jingles, and from time to time it collides with other accessories...
Like a dream or an illusion.
This string of wind chimes was made by Mai Fan’s grandfather.
Beautifully handcrafted, uniquely designed, made of bamboo, and absolutely one-of-a-kind.
Perhaps it was the festive atmosphere and bold use of colors that made his grandfather’s wind chimes hang in the middle?
Not only can it hold the place, but it also fits in well with the swanky atmosphere here.
Mai Fan wants these wind chimes now.
He waved to the waiters walking back and forth in the venue.
"I want to buy something."
The waiter immediately understood: "Which girl does the guest like??"
"This is troublesome because some girls don't provide outing services."
Mai Fan was really convinced.
He has such an innocent face, why does everyone misunderstand him?
But I still have to make it clear: "I'm not talking about women."
“Do you believe me when I say I am a folklore researcher??”
"The wind chimes hanging in your performance venue are items belonging to the main god, right?"
"This is what I want to buy, so whoever can make the decision, please take me to see it."
This guest is really interesting.
Come here to buy wind chimes?
The waiter looked at the internal performance area in confusion.
This is beyond the scope of his services.
So this matter can only be handled by the supervisor.
He made an invitation gesture towards Mai Fan and led Mai Fan towards the side door outside the performance venue.
Behind a thick door is another world.
The environment instantly became quiet.
After passing through a long corridor, we arrived at the office of this dance venue.
Moss nightclub is so big.
There are so many things to play.
There cannot be only one person responsible.
They do their own business in separate areas and do not interfere with each other. There is a real boss in each area.
What Mai Fan wants to meet now is the person in charge of the striptease hall, the black boss.
The dance floor outside was not vulgar, and the office we were led to was even more elegant, not even remotely like a nouveau riche.
Mai Fan was invited to the opposite side of the desk. A man turned around behind the luxurious desk, holding a cigarette and looking at Mai Fan curiously.
There are many people who can enter his office.
Prices are negotiated privately.
Some are simple, while others require a little effort.
But this was the first time he met someone who came to buy jewelry from him.
This new melon egg is so interesting.
Because it was interesting, the black boss was straightforward with the other party.
"You are the one who searches for the Lord God's items everywhere."
Mai Fan was shocked.
It's only been a day since he started collecting this stuff, right?
How come everyone knows it?
Boss Hei continued to laugh: "The owner of a private restaurant, that's my friend."
"I was in the same restaurant as you last night, separated by a wall."
"You and your little brother just left, and the things you traded were on our table."
"The stuff is really good, so we leaned out the window and took a good look at what kind of person could come up with such ingredients."
Mai Fan felt happy when he thought about it.
Sure enough, there is no one who is not smart in doing business.
From the beginning, the boss withheld some of his ingredients to enrich himself.
At least a quarter of the ribs dish they had was split into pieces and sent to his friend's table.
Later, they will be replaced with other things in a fake way.
This is so delicious, I want to take more out of his hand.
Boss Hei didn't feel ashamed of this behavior.
He still enjoys himself.
"I told my friends."
"If this thing can really be exchanged for something good, then I'll have to keep an eye on it."
"That night, the task of purchasing leads was released."
"When I thought about it, you might have posted it."
"With the mentality of giving it a try, I asked my younger brother to provide a few clues."
"No, I just brought you here."
"Now you are here too."
"I must have seen the thing I hung in the center of the stage."
"Tell me, what would you give in exchange? I'm really looking forward to it."
Mai Fan said tentatively: "A survival point?"
Then I saw Boss Hei almost burning his hand with a cigarette butt because of his shamelessness.
Okay, it seems that's not possible.
He understood what the other party meant.
Mai Fan pretended to have a very painful expression and took out a pocket from his arms.
There was a small scrap in the pocket, which looked like edible meat cut from a piece of ribs.
The black boss opposite saw this piece of meat, and his eyes lit up.
This is what he wants.
He discovered it yesterday when he ate a piece of meat.
The pork ribs that Mai Fan brought over didn't have much meat on them.
At first glance, it looks like it has been tidied up artificially.
Therefore, he was concerned about the last remaining bit of his head.
Whatever the private kitchen owner didn't trade, he was determined to win.
This is not because the black boss is playing tricks.
He himself focuses on the upgrade direction of energy and blood burst.
Like the private kitchen owner, he is already making slow progress in certain aspects.
But the bowl of pork rib soup he drank yesterday took him to another level.
Only then did he realize that sometimes, a little blessing from real ingredients is also a way to promote the evolution of foreign objects like them and become stronger.
Then he was thinking about Mai Fan's meat.
Fortunately, he also had something that Mai Fan needed.
He was just giving it a try.
If, as he guessed, Mai Fan kept some, that would be the best.
