It is located in the hidden forest of Bincheng, about one kilometer away, connected to a petty bourgeoisie hotel with the same name, surrounded by mountains and rivers.
The bar is not well-known, and only some regular insiders come to spend money.
However, most of the people in this circle are the rich second generation who were born in Rome, and a small number are newly wealthy young people. Under the blurred light, all of them exude a sense of refinement and wealth.
Therefore, the decoration of the bar is in no way inferior to that of other popular luxury bars and clubs in Bincheng. Even the walls are covered with luxurious glazed glass.
Light and shadow flash alternately on the glass, and a booth surrounded by people gathers 90% of the sightlines in the bar, as if it is not the stage of the bar, attracting everyone's attention.
In the center of the booth, sat a man dressed in a fashionable style, handsome and somewhat handsome.
The colorful lights reflected on his energetic face, giving off a hint of oily powder.
And these cannot affect the way others look up to him.
"No, Mr. Cheng, your news has become known to everyone in our area these days. Is it really reliable?" The young man sitting close to me had a bit of doubt in his eyes.
Cheng Shaozheng was talking happily, but when he was interrupted by someone questioning him, he naturally showed a trace of displeasure and said: "How could it be unreliable? I heard it with my own ears, and the news is absolutely true.
You guys, just listen to what I say and quickly sell your shares related to the Fu family. In a few days, once the news completely spreads, the stock market will definitely start a bloody storm again."
"That's what you say, but now the basic property rights of Fu's company are in the hands of Mr. Fu. Even if the news you said is true, it may not affect Mr. Fu's status in Fu's company, right?"
"yes."
There are more and more questions coming from behind.
Mr. Cheng picked up the wine in front of him, finished it in one sip, and frowned: "It will have an impact. You also know that now everyone tacitly calls him the second master. Why?"
As he spoke, he asked himself: "It's because the eldest young master of the Fu family is back. Who is Fu Qingyu? Do you think he would allow a second young man born like this to take charge of the family business?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone who had a lot of doubts at first seemed to be convinced and gradually began to believe his words.
In the gradually weakening discussion, Mr. Cheng finally regained the pleasure of being surrounded by people.
Suddenly, a clear male voice, like a sharp arrow piercing through the crowd, suddenly hit Mr. Cheng on the forehead.
"How was Second Master Fu born?"
Hearing this, everyone went out looking for fame.
I saw a man slowly walking into the venue, tall and tall, wearing a white suit, with eyes as cold as stars.
A pair of naturally light gray pupils seem to have an aura of indifference, and the whole person also reveals a sense of elite neatness that is different from these indulgent and casual rich second generation.
Mr. Cheng was sitting on a sofa alone. Everyone wanted to hear the news from him, so naturally they stayed away from him.
The visitor actually sat down on his sofa without any intention of giving him any face.
As his question ended, the gaze that slowly moved to Mr. Cheng's face doubled his pressure as if it were real.
Mr. Cheng clearly felt that something was wrong with the person coming.
The bar circle is small and everyone has met each other at one time or another.
The sudden appearance of a person gave people a strong sense of oppression, and they had to be on guard.
"You..." Mr. Cheng frowned and looked him up and down: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." The man looked at him coldly: "What's important is that you are the storyteller, and I am here to listen to the story."
Mr. Cheng frowned, very displeased: "Why don't you tell a story? If you want to hear it, I have to tell it?!"
You know, every time news about the Fu family is revealed, it will attract a lot of interested people.
Those people were all begging him to speak.
Where is there anyone who looks as condescending as this person?
The man's thin lips were slightly curved, and a hint of mockery escaped from the tip of his nose.
Cheng Shaogang was about to explode when the man turned to look at the waiter standing by and said with his lips: "Bring over the most expensive and best wine in your bar."
Hearing this, Mr. Cheng's face became slightly better and he held out three fingers: "Three bottles!"
You know, the consumption in this kind of bar is actually several times higher than the price in bars outside.
We all have money, so we naturally want to drink more expensive wines. The most expensive and best wines and bottles are made by jewelry designers and have been aged for more than a hundred years.
The price is naturally quite high, and not many people can order it all year round.
Mr. Cheng directly asked for three bottles, clearly wanting to dampen the visitor's energy.
If you want to hear the latest news, don't bleed a lot and show some attitude?
The man was not angry and smiled and nodded to the waiter, which meant that it was what Mr. Cheng said.
As a result, everyone became more curious about the identity of the visitor and how he could be so generous, but after staring for a long time, they could not find out his identity.
When the waiter brought the wine, the man opened the bottle cap with one finger, poured a glass of wine for Mr. Cheng, and smiled: "Can we talk now?"
Mr. Cheng picked up the wine glass and took a slow sip under the gaze of everyone.
“As expected of the fourth generation, it tastes good.”
After saying that, he finally calmed down completely and turned to the man and said: "You look like a newcomer here. I told you about the life experience of the second young master of the Fu family a few days ago. Everyone knows about it. It's just that
I won’t say it openly.”
Speaking of this, he rubbed his knees with one hand. In fact, he was still a little uneasy when he mentioned the second young master of the Fu family again.
After all, Fu Xizhou's methods have long been frightening.
But he also drank wine, and it was only in this bar, so he had nothing to worry about. After sorting it out, he slowly said: "Second Young Master Fu is not Fu Ting's biological son.
His wife left the Fu family when Fu Ting was young. Fu Ting also traveled abroad on business in those years and never came back.
The two of them have long ceased to be husband and wife, so how could they have a second son born?"
Before he finished speaking, the eyes of the man sitting on the other side of the sofa were clearly stained with blood, but it was hidden by the flashing lights in the bar.
He said: "Go on."
The voice was slightly deeper, and the people next to him could already feel the cold air pressure emanating from the man.
But Mr. Cheng on the other end didn't notice at all, and continued: "So Mr. Fu is not Fu Ting's biological son at all, but his wife, who was born with another man outside...