Chapter 132: Bar Girl

  In the bleak and chilly night, a cold wind howled, as if those dead souls were crying out in low voices. Han Yu wore a black windbreaker, standing outside the car, raised his head to take a glance at this bar.

  "Boss, this is a happy time, the farmer's old nest." Moji said in a low voice beside him.

  Since learning that Han Yu was going to unify the city's north, the information about farmers, donkeys and small carpenters collected by Po Xiao on the other side has been constantly sent to Yintian. It seems that this place is naturally the focus of attention on WeChat.

  "According to Po Tian's message, the farmer is right here." Mo Ji said in a low voice.

  Han Yu nodded and walked forward first, while Moji followed behind him.

  As soon as they entered the bar, someone immediately came up to them and asked if they wanted to play top, middle or bottom. The ink mark next to him smiled and said "middle", so the person retreated to the side and ignored them.

  After the two entered the bar, Moji quietly explained to Han Yu: "This happy hour has an underground casino. If we want to play, there will be a special person to take us down. Upstairs is entertainment, bowling, table tennis and so on, for people to pass the time. In the middle, it's just a bar."

  "Unexpectedly, he's quite good at making money!"

  Two people sat down in a place, next to someone singing soothing music, the dance floor was swaying leisurely, and almost every table was fully seated.

  Han Yu and Mo Ji walked for a while before sitting down in a corner. The surroundings were tidy and elegant, without the imagined noise and chaos, nor was there any ear-piercing heavy metal music. It seemed that the farmer had taken great care in managing this place, or perhaps the manager he hired was quite good.

  Han Yu's magnificent 80s in Beihai County has been open for business, but it must be said that the business is far from being as good as that of the farmers here, and the collection is not as meticulous as theirs.

  The two of them ordered a beer and sat down to drink, their eyes naturally scanning the surroundings. They stayed here not only to see how the peasants would react to their snatching of the donkey's territory, but also to see how he would deal with his own people smashing his scene.

  If there's a chance, being able to take down this farmer would be even more satisfying. Han Yu narrowed his eyes, like a majestic lion using his domineering gaze to survey the place that was about to become his territory.

  This is a place where white-collar workers consume, and mature beauties can be seen everywhere. Here, they shed their icy and unapproachable disguises, sending out signals of charm or elegance to the surroundings. Of course, where there are many women, there will also be another kind of animal, men.

  So, many people around have already warmly hugged each other together, even if they didn't know each other just a second ago.

  Some women come here to catch a rich husband, and if they're lucky enough, some women just want to indulge themselves. Yes, indulge, not relax.

  This is a reckless era, in a reckless place, they are recklessly indulging their body and mind.

  The music around was still echoing, perhaps it would be a good choice to drink until the end. Han Yu leaned on the sofa, holding his wine glass, with a very leisurely expression, and didn't worry about Gu Ziwen at all.

  As an assassin, his grasp of advance and retreat, as well as timing, had reached a state of perfection. If he cooperated well here, then tonight's plan would still proceed smoothly.

  "I'll go add some ice." Han Yu stood up, Mo Ji wanted to follow but was rejected by him, it was just to add some ice to the beer.

  Han Yu sat on a swivel chair in front of the bar, finding that drinking here felt better than in that corner, so he sat down. Swinging the beer in his hand, his gaze lightly fell on the singer who was singing on stage with thick makeup.

  Every time a singer finishes singing, he applauds, not because of good singing, but out of habit.

  "May I sit down?" A faintly elegant fragrance wafted from his nose, the scent of perfume, but not just any ordinary perfume.

  Han Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he saw a girl with shoulder-length hair and wearing professional attire sitting down beside him, exuding an elegant demeanor.

  Han Yu smiled slightly in surprise and his gaze fell back onto the stage: "You're already seated, what else are you asking?"

  The girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she hadn't expected the treatment she received to be so cold. Her gaze also swept towards the stage, but she really wasn't interested in such a subpar performance.

  "Can you buy me a drink?"

  There are many girls who take the initiative to strike up a conversation with people in bars, but they usually wear low-cut tops and ultra-short skirts that can't even cover their buttocks. They often chat with customers about boring and hypocritical things like names before asking for drinks.

  Although Han Yu didn't often hang out in bars, he also knew that no one would be like the person in front of him, dressing so conservatively and speaking so bluntly.

  He raised his hand and gently waved it at the waiter.

  "Hello, what can I get for you?" The waitress smiled and asked Han Yu, but her eyes quietly scanned the girl.

  "A beer for this lady." Han Yu said with a smile.

  "I don't drink beer!"

  "What would you like to drink?" Han Yu asked the girl.

  "Mount Flame." The girl said directly.

  Han Yu glanced at the waiter: "Give her a Flame Mountain, put it on my bill."

  After finishing speaking, he picked up his beer and walked straight to the corner without even looking at the girl.

  "Hmph, idiot!" The girl looked at his back with disdain and curled her lip, as if everyone in the world who tried to please her was a fool.

  The waiter looked at her with a shocked gaze, then glanced at Han Yu and shook his head with a bitter smile. A cup of Huo Yan Shan that cost 1,888 yuan, and this was the evaluation he got in return. What could he do when someone was willing to take the hit?

  "Hey, boss, that little girl wasn't bad just now, what were you chatting with her about? Was she hitting on you?" Han Yu returned to their table and had just sat down when Mo Ji came over, asking with a sly smile.

  Mo Ji, Shan Pao and Lang Ya are three people. Shan Pao is a powerful person who will execute Han Yu's orders with precision. Such a person is honest and simple-minded. Lang Ya is a very capable person with strong principles, usually as taciturn as Gu Zi Wen.

  Moji was different, just like his name, Moji. He could make others' ears idle, but he couldn't keep his own mouth idle. Sometimes, he even dared to joke with Han Yu, like now.

  He gave him a light glance, and Han Yu said in an unpleasant tone: "What bubble, ask me if I want to drink a cup of wine!"

  "Ah," Moji nodded and suddenly said: "That's also because of your boundless charm, boss. Look at all these people around us, why didn't he ask anyone else to go, but instead asked you? What does that mean? Charm! Boss, when you have time, teach me a thing or two, pity me for living until now and still being a virgin!"

  Han Yu rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Is he a man who has been handled by others?" As he spoke, his gaze swept down and lightly scanned the area between his legs.

  "Hurry up, no, no, absolutely not, you can rest assured on this point, I'm absolutely national standard..."

  The ink mark was unfinished, and suddenly stopped. Han Yu followed his gaze and saw a young man walking over to where he had just sat.

  He was clearly interested in the girl next to him, waved his hand to call over the waiter, and ordered two more Flame Mountains, one for himself and the other handed to the girl.

  The girl was drinking when she saw another cup appear in front of her. She accepted it without hesitation, took it and then moved it behind her back, releasing her hand...

  A loud crash, seemingly even the surrounding music couldn't drown it out. The 1881 Fire Mountain became a yellow soup...

  The young man in a suit and leather shoes, with a greasy face and a powdered complexion, had his smile suddenly frozen. He felt that everyone around him was staring at him with mocking eyes, so he got angry.

  He stretched out his hand and slapped the girl hard: "Damn you, dare to smash the wine that Ben Shao invited you? Are you looking for death?"

  As she spoke, she slapped him again. The girl let out a shrill cry, and the surrounding guests dodged back and forth, but no one dared to stop her.

  The young men around the station quietly retreated after exchanging a glance with the young man, and quietly asked someone to invite their manager.

  Because this young man is Qin Ye, the second son of Fei Niao Industrial Co., Ltd. in Tianshui City, which is only inferior to Chu Shi Group, and also the successor of the group in the future. Such a person, of course, cannot be handled by those who are underlings.

  However, before the manager arrived, a stunning and amusing Buddha's name suddenly rang out: "Amitabha!"

  As soon as the sound fell, people saw that beside Qin Shao Ye appeared a bright and shiny head, a big monk wearing moon-white monk clothes.

  "What's going on?" Han Yu's body moved slightly, and a hint of sharp light flashed in his eyes.

  The ink mark next to him nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah, it's wild enough!"

  There are two more chapters later! Alas, my poor dual-color ball, I bought five notes and none of them were hit! Hmm, find a deputy moderator for the book review area, find several professional administrators for the group, brothers who are interested, reply to the book review area!