Yan Murong didn't know whether Huacuo was attending the traditional Chinese medicine seminar to come to him for what he did, but he didn't ask, but just took him around Yanjing at his request.
Hua Chou said that he was not a hero before the Great Wall, and he did not eat roast duck. So Yan Murong took him to climb the Great Wall first, and then went to eat roast duck. Of course, all the expenses were paid for by the wrong money. Yan Murong, the millionaire, only a few hundred yuan in his pocket.
Then, Hua Cuo said that the big tiger who had never seen the Yanjing Zoo was not considered to have been to Yanjing. Although I don’t know where this said started, the visitor was a guest. Yan Murong took Hua Cuo to Yanjing Zoo again. Fortunately, this guy took out his cell phone and insisted on taking a picture with Yan Murong on his shoulders.
Finally, when the two of them had an authentic snack on the snack street, Huacuo rubbed his stomach and said, "The Great Wall has climbed, the roast duck has eaten, the tiger has seen it, and go to the bar."
Looking at Hua Cuo's excited expression, Yan Murong once suspected how long it took to be released by this guy to be locked up, and he was almost crazy.
It was still early, and it was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the bar was not warm at this time, and there were only a few people drinking. Listening to a male singer on the stage who had been floating in Yanjing for unknown amount of time singing the song of love that makes people want to die if they listen.
"Is there a private room?" Huacuo asked, looking at the waiter who was coming.
"Some sir." The waiter said, "But I suggest that two people sit in the hall, drink or watch performances. It won't take long to get more people and it's lively. If the two people think there are too many people, they can sit in the card room there and watch performances."
"Where to sit?" Hua Cuo looked at Yan Murong and asked.
"Just sit in the hall." Yan Murong nodded and said.
He also knew that the reason why the waiter proposed to sit in the hall was to let them watch the performance. There are many bars now and the competition is fierce. Because of the fierce competition, all bars have no limit on minimum consumption, but they can't make much money by relying on alcohol alone. Therefore, the most profitable thing is the garlands and ribbons that are given to performers on stage.
A garland costs thousands of yuan. If it is large, there are tens of thousands of yuan.
Therefore, the waiter strongly recommended the customer to sit in the hall. Maybe a nouveau riche appeared and spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a garland costing dozens of yuan to give to the performer.
"Okay." The waiter took the two to a booth and asked with a smile. "What are you drinking?"
"Bar, come and have a dozen first." Huacuo said.
"Okay, please wait." The waiter turned around and left. After a while, he walked back with a dozen beers, opened them for each other before turning around and leaving.
"Come on, Brother Yan, I'll give you a glass." Huacuo picked up the bottle and looked at Yan Murong and said. "The old man at home is very strict. He hasn't had such a good time playing so well for a long time."
Yan Murong didn't refuse, picked up the bottle and touched it gently, and then said after taking a sip. "No need to thank me. Although I have not been in Yanjing for many years, I am also a landlord-----you are a guest, I am a landlord, it's up to me to take you to play. Besides, you paid the money----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Haha, no problem." Hua Cuo touched the braid behind his head and said with a smile. "I like to date people like Brother Yan, which is so happy. Unlike Zheng Wuming and Li Yunxi, one is hypocritical and has to turn several turns when you say something, the other is like a mute, very boring -- and as far as I know, those two guys seem to be thinking about you."
"I'm not a woman, what's the point of making me?" Yan Murong smiled disconcertedly.
"Haha, be careful about the two of them anyway." Huacuo took a sip of beer and said with a smile.
"Oh? Then should I be careful about you too?" Yan Murong looked at Hua Chou with a smile on his face.
"Hmm?" Hua Cuo was stunned, but then she smiled bitterly. "You still saw it."
Yan Murong didn't say anything, but still smiled, just looked at Hua Chou and waited for him to continue talking.
"Okay." Huacuo shrugged his shoulders and said. "I really have a plan for you too----but don't worry, I'm not interested in men, and I'm different from them."
"What's the difference?" Yan Murong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Hua Chou. "The old man said that those who want my life will let me take his life first."
"Don't, Brother Yan, don't scare me." Hua Cuo waved his hand repeatedly. "I know Brother Yan's skills - that hypocrite's bodyguard is not your opponent, and I, a scholar, are not your opponent---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Here comes----Yan Murong thought to himself.
"What do you want to talk to me?" Yan Murong asked.
"Talk a Talk----" As he said that, Huacuo stood up, looked around the card room, and after confirming that there was no one nearby, he came to Yan Murong and whispered. "Tell you about the "Qingnang Jing" in your hand."
Yan Murong's pupils suddenly shrank, and at the same time, a thin silver needle with a ray of silver light flashed under the dim light of the bar appeared in his hand.
Yan Murong clamped his two fingers with silver needles, pressed against Huacuo's neck, and said, "I don't know how you know, but, in the past day, you are spending money to treat me to eat, drink and have fun, I won't kill you now----I think you know what acupoints are here, right? So, give me a reason not to kill you."
"I know." Hua Cuo smiled bitterly when she felt the cold on the mute pussy on the back of her neck. "Brother Yan, please say something well, why bother fighting and killing?"
"Then you can tell me quickly." Yan Murong said in a deep voice. "Don't imitate the hypocrite Zheng Wuming and speak with Wan'er."
"Okay, I said." Hua Cuo smiled bitterly. "I know you have the Qingnang Jing, and I also know that you are Miao's disciple----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Can I believe you?" Yan Murong's silver needle closer and asked in a cold tone.
"I don't know, it's really hard to say that trusting this thing." Huacuo shrugged and said helplessly. "But there are some things I can help you."
"What can you help me?"
"Help you find the second half of the Qingnang Jing." Huacuo looked at Yan Murong and laughed.
PS: Damn, the computer crashed halfway through the code, I was so depressed that I wanted to die of depression...