The Country Ball Bar is the most famous place in the capital in the early 1990s. It not only allows you to drink, but also has singer performances, Western catering and other projects.
Its decoration is American country style, rebellious and unrestrained, while confusing the rural atmosphere.
The entire bar is divided into two floors, one floor is the bar, singing table, stage, and high table and bar stool, and the second floor is the sofa seat.
Although this place is not a high-end consumption place, the one who can come here is definitely the darling of the times.
At this moment, on the right side of the first floor bar, a man and a woman were raising their glasses to drink. The man was wearing a high-end suit, handsome and elegant every move, and the woman was even more amazing, with a serene nose and teeth, quiet and elegant, as clear as autumn, dressed up
Coupled with her luxurious temperament, it makes people feel that she shouldn't have appeared here at all. It seems that every drop of wine is intimidating her guilt.
Such a beautiful woman naturally made many men fall in love with her, but when they saw the man beside her, they gave up the idea of chatting with her.
Because the guests who often go in and out here can see that these two people are very rich, they can make a judgment from the two high-end brandy on each other's hands. And if they keep paying attention, they will find that both of them ordered both of them.
The most expensive wine in the bar.
"I have already drunk three cups, so drink less, right?" Li Siwen looked at Zheng Jiayu's pretty blushing face and said with a smile.
"What? I can't bear to pay?" Zheng Jiayu said playfully: "I haven't drunk Romani Conte yet."
"As long as you want to drink, you can do whatever you want." Li Siwen pursed her lips: "I'm just afraid that you will get drunk."
"Have you ever heard that whether a woman is drunk depends on who is drinking with her." Zheng Jiayu said, and suddenly lowered his voice: "Do you want me to be drunk?"
Li Siwen swallowed his saliva when asked, especially when the other party approached him, the aroma of wine mixed with the body fragrance, which made him feel a little difficult to control himself.
"Ahem, let's talk about some serious matters!" Li Siwen changed the topic.
"Go!" Zheng Jia was a little dissatisfied when he met the other party, but he replied: "I really have something to ask you.
Now that Journey to the West Group is getting bigger and bigger, the biggest problem we face is the funding problem. According to your previous arrangement, Journey to the West Group basically takes various leverages to acquire land and build factories in other cities. Although the overall debt ratio is still healthy,
The more leverage you add, the greater the chance of storm.
Simply put, just like dominoes, once they burst, Journey to the West may collapse instantly.
So, I think that for the healthy development of the company, we should consider financing and let more capital come in."
"If we come from an economics perspective, that is, those you studied abroad, we should indeed raise funds and go public in a few years, but have you ever considered that once there is capital to enter Journey to the West, can Journey to the West still be our Journey to the West?"
Li Siwen asked remarks.
Zheng Jiayu was stunned for a few seconds without replying, while Li Siwen continued: "The injection of capital will give us a broader market, better prospects, and greater development space, which is impossible for any company.
The temptation of rejection, even the thing you dream of.
But then again, these so-called benefits are exchanged for us to sell our souls. I know you may not understand, and even think I am a little arbitrary, and even think my vision is too narrow.
But I can tell you that without capital injection, we can still build the world's top companies. This is not a narrow vision, but a confidence in strength.
Let go of it, as long as I am here, the day when Journey to the West will never be thunders."
Zheng Jiayu stared at Li Siwen with her eyes flashing. This man was too arrogant, but she was so arrogant that she liked her, the kind of like that was occupied by the other party.
"What are you watching me?" Li Siwen felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.
"Hmph, I'm just thinking, what you said is so nice, what if one day you are gone?" Zheng Jiayu asked mischievously.
"Yeah, I'm your boss, how can I curse me?"
"Gee~" Zheng Jia met a smile, and then suddenly said firmly: "If you are gone one day, I may not be here."
When Li Siwen heard this, he felt nervous and didn't know what to reply. At the same time, Zheng Jiayu suddenly asked again: "Can you answer a question?"
"Yes." Li Siwen nodded.
"If, I said, if, if you don't have Sister Wenjing, will you give me a chance?" Zheng Jiayu looked at Li Siwen affectionately, and her expression seemed to be saying that she was not drunk.
Li Siwen looked at the other person quietly. In this second, time seemed to be still in his world. He was not without an answer, but he just didn't know whether he should say it.
Bang!
Just as the two of them looked at each other, the headlights in the bar suddenly lit up, making the whole bar lights brightly, just like daytime. All the consumers immersed in the sea of wine looked at each other, not sure.
"Give you five minutes. If you don't want to die, you will get out of here."
I saw a young man wearing a headscarf jumping onto the stage, holding a microphone and shouting loudly, and then he saw more than twenty men holding knives and sticks pouring into the outside.
This scene scared the guests. Everyone thought that someone must have been to smash the situation, so they ran out immediately without saying a word.
"If you make trouble, let's go?" Zheng Jia hurriedly said when he encountered this scene.
Li Siwen also nodded. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he got off the bar stool and grabbed Zheng Jiayu's hand.
But as soon as he took a step, the man in the turban standing on the stage pointed his hand at Li Siwen: "That kid and the girl next to you, you two are not allowed to leave."
Li Siwen was stunned for a moment, frowned and looked at the man in the headscarf. The other party also looked at him at this moment and continued to shout: "That's right, you are talking about."
"What's going on?" Zheng Jiayu's palm was already sweating and asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry, if there is danger later, you can hide behind me." Li Siwen hid Zheng Jiayu behind her and whispered to remind her, while paying attention to the group of people rushing in. He found that he didn't know them.
Soon, all the guests in the bar ran away, and the rest were staff members, and some were brave enough to hide in the corner and watch the fun while drinking.
The group of people holding the equipment had already stood in a row and blocked the entrance, and everyone's eyes were on Li Siwen.
At the same time, the bar owner also walked down from the second floor, looked at the headscarf man nervously and said, "Brother, our bar is covered by Step Brother. Can you give me some face? If you have any questions, sit down and talk."
"I don't care about you, Step Brother. Today's battle, Mr. Chen," the headscarf replied ruthlessly.
The boss shivered and asked, "Are you talking about Mr. Chen, one of the four young masters in Beijing?" He couldn't think of anyone who didn't even give him the face of Brother Jie.