Poof, poof~
Lin Wanyu and Chen Meijia did not have Zhuang Ming's skill. They spurted words out of their mouths in an instant, covered their mouths and snickered.
Being able to piss off an honest man like Lu Zhanbo is really a great skill.
I saw the bartender very calmly wiped the foam from his face, his smile did not diminish, and he said very calmly: "Sir, I didn't mean that. Besides, it's just being let go, it's not a big deal."
Zhuang Ming: "."
Lin Wanyu: "."
Chen Meijia: "."
This is definitely rubbing salt on the wound, and he deliberately opened the wound first and sprinkled salt on it.
This is absolutely intentional.
"Yeah, anyway, it's not the first time that I've been let off the hook." Lu Zhanbo lowered his voice, as if anger was erupting from his body at any time. As expected, his lowered voice instantly turned into a huge torrent, and he opened his mouth to the bartender like a lion. Roaring: "Believe it or not, I sprayed you to death with a mouthful of salt soda. Are you so gloating about your misfortune? Believe it or not, I made you unable to speak for three days."
Chen Meijia's famous aphorisms were plagiarized invisibly by Lu Zhanbo, and the honest people raised their fists in anger. Sometimes, violence is the most direct and effective way to solve problems.
The bartender was very calm and said with another look on his face: "Sir, you have to be optimistic and maintain a good attitude. And you can continue to sit here. Anyway, we will be open until the early morning. By the way, do you want the good news?" listen?"
This temper is like no other, it is simply unbelievable.
The bartender was not beaten to death, which is also a strange thing.
Perhaps it was his thick-skinned advantage that allowed him to resist the beating until now.
"Say it." Lu Zhanbo sat down bitterly. After hearing the good news, he still hoped that he could really bring him good news.
"That drunk Indian bought you a drink before he left." The bartender did a trick, reaching behind his back and stretching it out again. Once again, there was a glass of familiar appearance in his hand, and it still tasted the same. Drinking nine glasses in a row: "Apéritif."
Lu Zhanbo looked confused: "."
"She also sent you a message, we are two people who are separated from each other in the world. How can we meet each other before?" The bartender read this poem intoxicatedly, as if the Indian was also saying the same thing at that time.
Zhuang Ming: "."
Lin Wanyu: "."
Chen Meijia: "."
This is so bloody!
The key is this, this is not the end.
The bartender said with a smile on his face: "Our bar has specially customized an appetizer cake for you. Do you want to try it?"
The muscles on Lu Zhanbo's face twitched a few times, and he always felt that there was some secret message in it. He rolled his eyes angrily and shouted: "Appetizing again? My stomach is already very full."
The bartender looked calm and said three words: "Free!"
Lu Zhanbo was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, touched his chin with his hand, and his tone suddenly changed in a way that made people stunned: "Okay, come on up, I'm a little hungry."
Zhuang Ming, Lin Wanyu, and Chen Meijia looked dumbfounded, they really had no moral integrity.
This expression changed a little too quickly.
Many friends were simply shocked.
The three of them looked at each other in silence, and were extremely speechless towards Lu Zhanbo.
At the same time, I feel very sympathetic to Hu Yifei. It is not easy for a sister to have such a younger brother.
Do you think this is the end?
Then you are too naive.
The bartender had just taken two steps when he was stopped by another bartender. The man was a little angry and his voice was a little loud: "You are a scumbag. Using cake to delay time is not a win."
"Why doesn't it count? I will win in five minutes."
"It just doesn't count!"
"How can it not be counted? Why are you so unscrupulous?"
"that is."
Although Lu Zhanbo was depressed, he was not deaf. He raised his head and yelled: "Hey, what's going on?"
Upon hearing Lu Zhanbo's voice, both bartenders seemed a little guilty.
But the bartender who spoke the truth blurted out: "We are betting on how long you will sit here before going home? After all, this is the only entertainment we have left."
Rub rub rub rub!
Lu Zhanbo felt as if his scalp was exploding. He stood up and shouted angrily, "What? You actually used my pain to gamble?"
"It will be exactly three hours in five minutes. Please be patient and sit down for a while." The bartender still persuaded me with a smile on his face. He smiled and looked very patient.
But no matter what he said, it made people want to hit him.
"This is too much. I have never been humiliated like this before!" Lu Zhanbo, an honest man, was also furious.
"Do you want more cake?" The bartender's voice sounded a little cautious at this time. After all, he still had some discernment and could tell that something was quite wrong with Lu Zhanbo.
Lu Zhanbo was stunned and sat down angrily: "Nonsense, of course, hurry up and pack my cake. I waited three hours for this, so hurry up."
The two guilty bartenders ran away quickly, facing the roar of the customers. If they attracted the attention of the supervisor, they would be deducted from their money.
Zhuang Ming: "."
Lin Wanyu: "."
Chen Meijia: "."
After finishing his tenth glass of aperitif in one gulp, Lu Zhanbo felt that the anger in his heart had been extinguished a lot.
It seems like I feel much more comfortable again.
"Let's go to the side." Zhuang Ming said lightly.
"Oh." Lin Wanyu and Chen Meijia seemed to be in a dream, completely stunned by Lu Zhanbo's non-human worldview.
It turns out that there are really many weird things in this world.
Moreover, they met two of them in one day.
In the bar and leisure place next to it, couples of men and women, or temporary male and female couples who have just formed, are whispering to each other in low voices, or telling each other ambiguous jokes, and some men are doing their best to make their partners laugh. , because they know that as long as they succeed, they can have fun tonight.
Zhuang Ming randomly found a sofa and sat down, with Lin Wanyu and Chen Meijia sitting next to him.
And just behind the three of them, Lu Ziqiao was having a heated conversation with the woman who took the initiative to pull him in, and she made some ambiguous moves from time to time.
For example, feeding each other and telling ambiguous jokes.
"Actually, I am a director." Lu Ziqiao turned on the bragging mode, and even said the wrong thing: "In terms of seniority, I should be regarded as the eighth generation elder."
Damn it, you’re an eighth generation elder, do you think it’s a gang of beggars?
But the key is, this woman didn't hear anything wrong at all?
"No, it's the eighth generation director of the Dragon Kingdom." Lu Ziqiao quickly corrected his mistake. The last time he used his identity as the elder of the Beggar Clan to fool people, it was smooth.
"Really!" The woman looked ecstatic, she was so happy.
This woman is actually an insignificant little actress with no acting skills and no talent, but she is making a living in the industry. She usually uses her body to gain power, please the director or screenwriter, and change into a small role.
(End of chapter)
