Seeing that this guy just ordered a glass of water to drink, Yuri stopped holding the knife and fork in his hand, raised his head and asked.
He has a very thick beard and has been devouring food, so his already poor appearance naturally has a greasy texture.
Luo Qiu shook his head and pointed at his chin. Yuri was startled, then reached out and grabbed a sliver on his curly beard.
But he didn't dislike it and just put the noodles in his mouth. After that, he continued to eat them vigorously.
After a long time, Yuri burped with satisfaction, not minding that the place he was in was a quiet restaurant, "Why do you want to help me? You even invited me to dinner? It's because we have met before, and
I have no impression at all?"
Luo Qiu took a sip of water and said: "That day, Mr. Yuri said that he loved this woman. Well... there is no conclusion in the world about the woman in that painting. I am curious why Mr. Yuri used the same conclusion.
He said it with his mouth."
Yuri was stunned.
He thought about many, many possibilities that his mouth was not the only one moving during this eating spree. But he did not expect that it was actually because of such a request.
Yuri wiped his mouth haphazardly with a napkin, then took a sip of the vodka before the meal, then leaned on the table, closing the distance between him and Luo Qiu.
Yuri stretched out two fingers, pointed at his eyes, and said seriously: "If I said that my eyes can tell at a glance, would you believe it?"
His eyes were wide open, and there were a lot of bloodshot eyes next to the brown eyeballs.
"Why don't you believe it?" Luo Qiu said casually: "If you believe it, then isn't Mr. Yuri a master of painting appreciation? It is a joy to know a master of painting appreciation. As for..."
Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "...Even if I am cheated, there is no loss to me."
Yuri opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly laughed, as if he thought it was very interesting and incredible.
"Master, master." Yuri repeated mockingly, "Yes, that's right, I am a master, but I am not a master of painting, but a master of painting, haha!"
Luo Qiu took another sip of water and asked, "Does Mr. Yuri have any works?"
Yuri poured himself a drink, one cup after another, and his eyes began to look downcast at some point, as if he was unconscious, "Works? Of course, there are many, many...all over the street...used for wiping in the toilet."
It’s all about the butt…”
"Mr. Yuri, have you ever heard of just tasting it?" Luo Qiu said, asking the waiter for a glass of warm water, which was finally delivered to Yuri.
But Yuri, who was obviously more interested in the nearly finished bottle of vodka, was indifferent to this, "Why not drink when you can? After walking out of this restaurant, we won't be friends anyway. You are just curious, curious
What kind of person am I, that’s why you’re here with me, inviting me to dinner… you probably want to know my story, right?”
Luo Qiu said: "I do have such an idea... Well, my recent interests are in this area."
Yuri sneered disdainfully, looked at the other person, and then at the beautiful woman next to him, and muttered: "Anyway, what a rich man like you loves most is to sit in a warm place and listen to the cold
A story about how to feel the coldness of winter in front of the fireplace, sigh, and satisfy the occasional compassion..."
Luo Qiu, who had no intention of explaining anything, suddenly said: "Mr. Yuri, do you need a rest? There should be room for people to live upstairs here."
Yuri looked like a drunkard at this time. He supported his head with his palms, looked at the waiter not far away, and suddenly waved.
The waiter was stunned, then walked over with a smile and said politely: "Sir, do you have any instructions?"
Yuri suddenly said: "Can you dance? Take off your clothes and dance here."
The male waiter was stunned for a moment, but he still said politely: "Sir, I think you may be drunk... Do you need anything?"
Yuri shook his head and smiled at this time. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Luo Qiu. He snapped his fingers at Boss Luo a few times and suddenly said: "How many bills do you have on you?"
Luo Qiu was really curious about what this tramp-like man was planning to do, so he gave some hints to the maid lady.
The maid who didn't say anything quickly took out a new stack of large-denomination rubles from her handbag and placed it in front of Yuri.
Yuri whistled, picked up the banknote, which was as thick as a brick, and scratched it with his fingers. Then he stood up holding on to the table and stared at the waiter, "Take off your clothes and dance here.
The money is all yours."
Looking at the stack of banknotes stuffed in his hand, the waiter's expression suddenly stiffened.
…
"Hahahahaha!!! Hahahahaha!!! Hahahaha... cough cough... haha... ok, ok, go away!"
Yuri laughed, holding a wine bottle in one hand and twisting a glass with the other, watching this adaption with his head lowered and quickly picking up the clothes on the floor.
Literally in the restaurant, the waiter, who had stripped down to only a pair of socks, a pair of underwear and a tie, hurriedly grabbed his clothes and ran away immediately.
Yuri sat down again at this time: "Do you see? It's a good thing to have money. Just like when you just said you wanted me to stay in this hotel, this waiter clearly looked down on me...
But, did you see what he just did? As long as he has money, whether it's mine or yours, he can take off his clothes and dance."
He then let out a wine burp, "The stack of banknotes just now may not be earned by ordinary people in a year, but you took it without blinking an eyebrow, and I gave it to the waiter.
The lack of reaction is just because you want to see what interesting things will happen next. Things that can make people put down their dignity are just props for you to watch the show."
Boss Luo took a third sip of water calmly and asked, "Mr. Yuri, what do you want to say?"
"Since you like to see interesting things so much, why don't you give me a lot of money?"
"As Mr. Yuri said, money really means nothing to me." Luo Qiu nodded and said: "So it is appropriate to use it as a tool... It's just that I gave it just now because I was curious.
You gave me money, but you also let me see some interesting things. But this is just a small thing..."
Looking at Yuri, Luo Qiu said calmly: "But Mr. Yuri thinks that if I give you a huge fortune, what can you show me?"
Yuri laughed and said, "Yes, what can you see?"
He seemed to be thinking hard and shook his head again, "Hmm... Hmm! Hmm? Oh... Let me think about it... By the way, you should be able to see me enjoying a comfortable life, no longer tired of life, looking at
I go to high-end places, see beautiful women around me, and watch me live a life like an ordinary person's dream..."
Yuri burped again, almost falling asleep: "Is this enough..."
"But I'm not interested in these." Luo Qiu shook his head.
"Oh...really..." Yuri tilted his head back, stretched his legs naturally, and sat like this in an extremely inelegant posture.
"But you can buy a lot of wealth from me."
"purchase?"
"That's right. Some people are willing to take risks for money, engage in high-risk jobs, and even contract diseases because of it, which consumes their health and life... There are also people who are willing to give up their dignity for money, and some who are willing to turn against their relatives for money. Mr. Yuri doesn't
Do you think that while these people have gained a lot of wealth, they are also selling their important things? Or they are overdrawing their lives."
Yuri pointed at Luo Qiu and said with a silly smile: "You mean, I can sell these things to you? That's really good...good..."
puff!
But before he finished speaking, Yuri fell down on the dining table and fell asleep.
To him, all the words he just said seemed to be just nonsense drunkenly, and maybe he would forget them when he sobered up.
