The silver-gray shuttle stopped in front of an antique nine-story attic, with carved beams and painted pillars, cornices and brackets, and perfect green tiles and red roofs. It was an exquisite and ingenious workmanship.
Two stone lions squatted at the gate. They looked quite familiar, especially the two that Jiang Zhixian had used to scare Shen Qingqi.
There is also a row of red lanterns hung in front of the door, lit with everlasting lights. A plaque hangs on the top with the three characters "Hongfu Pavilion" written on it.
Before entering the door, he smelled a strange fragrance, followed by various melancholy sounds. Jiang Zhixian's face remained as usual, and he pulled Shen Qingqi without any embarrassment. When the two entered the foyer, Shen Qingqing realized , this "Hongfu Pavilion" is completely different from the place of flesh and blood that I imagined.
Although it looks like a beautiful building outside, the first thing you see when you come in is a bar with dazzling neon lights. Crazy people twist their waists on the dance floor, and beautiful men and women stand on the tables to show off their dancing skills. Some people dance much gracefully. There are some people dancing very sexy.
In a huge arc-shaped bar, there are all kinds of handsome bartenders. They wear uniforms, wolf ears, and bells hanging around their necks. They frown and smile, making the girls around them laugh. Tune it out The wines are brightly colored, ranging from red like flames to blue like the sea. Behind them is an expensive wine cabinet, which contains fine wines carefully collected by the owner of the "Hongfu Pavilion".
This place is different from the bar where Shen Qingqing met Sister Hong for the first time and applied for a job. It is more luxurious and grand, and it is unique in the entire Black Dragon City.
Jiang Zhixian hugged her carefully to avoid being touched by others, and then quietly led Shen from the dance floor to the bartending table.
"Hey, Mr. Jiang, you haven't been here for two months, right?" The bartender saw him at a glance, kept moving his hands, and greeted him with a smile.
Shen Qingqian frowned and gave Jiang Zhixian a meaningful look.
Jiang Zhixian felt a chill on his back and touched it, "Turn down the air conditioner."
The bartender smiled and looked at Shen Qingqian with an ambiguous look: "Who is this?"
"You don't want your eyes anymore?" Jiang Zhixian looked wary and very protective of his food.
"..."
I have never seen a bartender like Jiang Zhixian, and I couldn't help but laugh.
He shook the wine shaker in his hand, poured the liquid inside into a crystal glass, and then pushed the prepared "Rose Lover" in front of the two of them.
"This is a meeting gift for you."
Jiang Zhixian glanced at it and said nothing.
"It's fruit wine, not high in alcohol content," the bartender explained.
Only then did Jiang Zhixian take the cup, bring it to Shen Qingqing, borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha, "Have a try, Mike, if nothing else, his bartending skills are the best in the entire Black Dragon City."
"It's Mr. Jiang who was so complimentary." Mike said modestly.
Shen quietly took the cup and took a sip. It tasted clear and sweet, which was indeed good. She smiled and nodded at Mike, "It tastes very good, thank you."
He quickly returned to the topic, "I'm looking for Sister Hong, is she here today?"
"On the eighth floor." Mike thought for a while and said.
"Eighth floor?" Jiang Zhixian frowned with a strange expression, "Is there any big shot here?"
"Is Mr. Jiang asking me for trade secrets?" Mike laughed loudly, pressed his elbows on the bar, and said jokingly with his eyes: "This is another price."
"Sister Hong will kill you sooner or later." Jiang Zhixian rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.
Mike wasn't angry either. He held a rubber band in his mouth and raised his hand to tie his shoulder-length hair back into a ponytail.
The delicate facial features looked psychedelic and charming under the colorful lights. Shen Qingqing felt a little familiar inexplicably, and then suddenly covered her mouth and said in surprise: "You are..."
"Shh..." Mike stretched out his index finger, raised it to his lips, and winked at her.
Shen Qingqing felt extremely horrified at this moment. The man in front of her, immersed in the bar and bartending for the guests, turned out to be the youngest prince in the empire.
But didn't he die six years ago?
How come it appears here?
"Don't stare at people." Jiang Zhixian took her arm and asked her to face him.
The meaning is very obvious. If you want to see it, just look at me!
Shen quietly held the wine glass, and was so shocked that he took several more sips, "I'm not dazzled."
As if he understood what she was going to say, Jiang Zhixian did not deny it, but just reminded: "Everyone has their own choice, not everyone envy that position."
"Are you familiar with each other?" Shen quietly asked.
Jiang Zhixian looked at her and was about to speak when someone next to him answered for him.
"Indeed, we are very familiar." Mike leaned over, not feeling ashamed at all for eavesdropping on the two of them. He held his chin, looked back and forth between the two of them, and joked: "Okay, when will you do something? Remember Invite me to a wedding banquet."
Shen Qianqian blushed and held the wine glass in front of her face.
Seeing that she seemed shy, Jiang Zhixian smiled and put his right hand around her waist affectionately, as if to declare his sovereignty.
"must."
Just two words that speak volumes.
It was as if he was promising that he would definitely take the kitten home.
Who is going to marry you? Shen quietly stepped on him, his face was so hot. With some jokes, he solved the problem just now.
"Send a message to Sister Hong and tell her that I will be waiting for her on the ninth floor." Jiang Zhixian said to Mike.
Mike spread his hands with an embarrassed expression, "This may not be possible. Sister Hong has blocked me a long time ago."
"What did you do again?"
"Oh, yesterday I broke the leg of a distinguished guest on the fifth floor. I heard that he lost his temper with Sister Hong."
"..." Jiang Zhixian's mouth twitched, "Sooner or later she will shoot you!"
Hearing this, Mike didn't take it seriously. Instead, he was quite happy and said: "Then I can only go to the brochure and look at the water dispenser."
"As long as you are not afraid of being sold by him and help him count the money, it will be fine."
Jiang Zhixian has never lost when it comes to insulting people.
After sending a message to Sister Hong, Jiang Zhixian didn't even say hello, but arrogantly took Shen quietly from the internal elevator to the ninth floor.
The ninth floor of the Hongfu Pavilion does not receive guests. It is more like Hongjie's conference hall. Because of the high terrain and the beauty, when several major forces in Black Dragon City want to get together to discuss things, they will choose Hongjie's territory.
As soon as Jiang Zhixian arrived on the ninth floor, he was led to a place near the window by the beautiful reception girl.
"Master Jiang, please take care of yourself first. When Sister Hong is finished, she will come over." The person who spoke was Sister Hong's most capable subordinate. She was hot, young and beautiful, so it stands to reason that it would be the most profitable to place it downstairs.
But because of her good ability in doing things, Sister Hong was reluctant to give up.
Sure enough, within a few moments, someone came over to refill the tea, and a beautiful woman burned incense and played the piano. It was a very considerate gesture.
Shen Qingqing had just drank a glass of wine and was not interested in tea. She looked around here with surprise in her eyes.