At the high school reunion, the tavern was full of entertainment, glasses clinking, and the laughter was noisy.
Classmates who had been away for 12 years met again, and everyone was immersed in joy. The male classmates who got married gathered together to talk about world affairs and analyze the situation of the country, and they refused to give up even if their voices were heard louder than the others.
After having enough wine and food, the dinner was coming to an end and everyone seemed a little drunk.
Zhao Yide's face was red, he held on to the table and stood up unsteadily from his position.
At this moment, someone immediately said: "You guys, stop Lao Zhao quickly, he is trying to escape drinking!"
Zhao Yide hurriedly waved his hands and staggered: "You, you only care about the wine in and out. Who, who is running away? Go and pee... After you pee, we will continue to drink... !”
The people next to me felt that the man was very drunk, and hurriedly extended their hands to support him: "Yes, Lao Zhao is the god of wine, okay?"
Several girls heard the sound and looked here. They looked askance at Zhao Yide and saw that he was very drunk.
Then he reminded: "Don't provoke Old Zhao. If something happens to Old Zhao after you persuade him to drink, you, a large table of people, should think about how to explain to the police~"
After the female classmates finished speaking, another person on the boys' table looked at those on either side of him, and then took the opportunity to echo: "Yes, Lao Zhao, don't hold on if you can't drink."
"Who said I can't drink?!" Zhao Yide raised his hand and waved it in the air, pointing his finger at everyone, "Wait, I will be back soon!"
After Zhao Yide finished speaking, he held on to the corner of the table and walked unsteadily towards the bathroom.
After Zhao Yide left, Brother BMW on the table said: "Brothers, have you seen the car key on Zhao's waist?"
Brother BMW is the best in the class. His family owns a factory and he is considered a second-generation rich man.
"I saw it, it's the key to the Mercedes-Benz!" Another male classmate sighed: "It seems that Lao Zhao has been doing well in recent years."
Brother BMW lit a new cigarette, put it in his mouth and took a puff before asking, "Did you see the model number on the car key?"
Cars, guns, and football, it’s always right to talk about these three categories with boys.
Sure enough, as soon as the topic came up, other people also joined the discussion: "Didn't Lao Zhao put it on the table? I have seen it. It seems to be called XPT-890. Judging from the appearance of the car key, it looks like a high-end car."
Brother BMW held a cigarette in his hand and waved leisurely: "You are all laymen, this brand does not produce this type of car at all~
The car key is too light, hanging dangling on his belt, and it looks like a fake plastic case~"
Brother BMW has seven or eight cars in his family. Although others don't understand, they must be right after hearing what he said.
In an instant, the image of Lao Zhao as a fake rich man was immediately established.
"I've seen it a long time ago. Zhao Yide comes from a rural area, and his mother is an uneducated rough man. He didn't go to college himself. Such a person with no background and no money wants to buy a nice car and a house? Why? It’s possible~ You can spend more than ten dollars to buy a fake shell and just show off in front of us~”
"That's right. I asked him why he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. It turns out he is still poor."
Some people's focus is very strange: "A dozen yuan, so cheap? Then I will buy one next time I meet my future father-in-law, just to save my face."
"The one that costs more than ten yuan is fake at first glance. I estimate that Lao Zhao's one costs dozens of yuan. It looks the same as the real one!"
Brother Bao Bao burst out laughing: "Old Zhao looks pretty good, he looks like a young boy with a pretty face. Maybe he will find a rich woman to bring to you at the class reunion next year, hahahahaha!"
Zhao Yide stood behind the screen and happened to hear the conversation of a table of people.
He touched the car key at his waist, pulled it off his belt, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
He didn't have the shame to return to his seat tonight, so he turned around and walked towards the bathroom again, thinking of pretending to be faint and hiding until the end.
Returning to the bathroom door, standing outside the door, I heard the voices of two young ladies coming from the women's bathroom.
Qian Zhaoer: "I asked you to arrange my celebration party, but you found me such a shabby hotel??"
Then a weak little woman's voice came out: "Sorry Zhao'er, I have done my homework. Although the decoration of this store looks a bit plain, the taste is very good. I..."
"What did you call me?" Qian Zhaoer put his hands on his hips, "It's your working time now, who allows you to get close to me?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Qian..." Fang Wenyin lowered her head even lower.
Qian Zhaoer looked at her like this and sighed: "I am the eldest lady of the Qian Group. There are so many people vying for the position of my assistant, but I leave this opportunity to someone like you. Do you know that you are a bad person?"
"I understand..." Fang Wenyin hurriedly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Qian, I'll change the venue right now."
Hearing that someone was coming out of the toilet, Zhao Yide quickly turned his back towards the men's toilet and pretended to look at his cell phone.
Qian Zhaoer came out on high heels and walked slowly back to the private room.
Looking at Qian Zhaoer's back, Zhao Yide silently remembered: It turns out that this is the eldest lady of the Qian Group.
Fang Wenyin did not go back to the private room where Qian Zhaoer was. Instead, she stood by the bathroom and made a phone call. She contacted the club where Qian Zhaoer often went, but the people in the club told her that the reservations were fully booked.
After negotiating on the phone for a long time, we successfully made an appointment.
Just when Fang Wenyin sighed and was about to go back to the private room to report to Qian Zhaoer, she was blocked by two or three gangsters.
"Little girl, are you alone?"
Those gangsters were tall and full of gangsters, and they looked like they were not serious people at first glance.
Fang Wenyin looked away and stretched out her hands to get out of their range: "Get out of the way, I'm not here alone."
When he reached out, one of the wanderers pinched his wrist: "No, let's play with my brothers~"
Those few people used their height advantage to force him into the corner of the tavern, out of sight of the public.
Forced to retreat to such a place, Fang Wenyin instantly felt nervous and scared. She frowned and stared at the movements of the people in front of her. She was about to shout, but one of the men covered her mouth.
Fang Wenyin whimpered and opened her eyes wide, her eyes red with tears.
She was pressed into a corner unable to make a sound, and her shoulders were held down unable to move. The fear in her heart rose.
Who can save me...who can save me! !
Fang Wenyin looked towards the box where Qian Zhaoer was sitting. The door of the box was tightly closed, blocking out all movement outside.
Fang Wenyin's chin was pinched and raised by the gangster. She watched helplessly what the gangster was about to do to her, and tears instantly overflowed from her eyes.
At this moment, a strange man's stopping voice came from beside him.
Zhao Yide stood in front of Fang Wenyin and shouted in a man's unique and rich voice: "Stop!!"
