The decoration in the club is very artistic. In the flamboyant heavy metal style, a lot of wood is also used. In this way, it has a country bar style, which makes people feel the lively and flamboyant atmosphere.
A feeling of tranquility.
The decoration here is roughly the same as other bars, except that there is an extra square in the innermost corner, a platform about one meter above the ground, on which a male singer is singing a classic English old song "Casablanca".
The vicissitudes of the voice and the beauty of the voice have attracted many people to listen.
As soon as Yan Murong and the two women came in, they immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Of course, the combination of handsome guys and beautiful women is always eye-catching - and, among the handsome guys and beautiful women who can enter Duckweed, which one is not a person with a distinguished status?
Then, an even more surprising scene appeared - Zheng Wuming actually appeared, and walked towards the three men and women who had just entered with a smile on his face.
"I thought Young Master Yan wouldn't come." Zheng Wuming looked at Yan Murong and said with a chuckle.
"You invited me, but if I don't come, wouldn't it be disrespectful to you?" Yan Murong said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it." Zheng Wuming said nonchalantly. "Now that we're here, let's start the next program."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Wuming walked up to the singer on the stage after singing a song, grabbed the microphone and tried the sound twice. When everyone turned their eyes to him quietly, he said, "First of all, I want to
Thank you for your continued support of Wuming.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of warm applause broke out from the audience.
Human nature is like this. When facing someone with a higher status than yourself, you must try your best to flatter the other person-----Zheng Wuming is the person with the highest status. Therefore, those in the audience must try their best to flatter the other person.
Flatter him, applaud him when he talks - even if he farts on it, you have to slap him hard and tell him that the fart smells good.
"Tonight, Wuming specially prepared a good show for everyone." Zheng Wuming always maintained a faint smile on his face. "Our usual life is too ordinary, so Wuming specially invited a few martial arts masters from home and abroad.
, let’s have some competitions.”
"Master Zheng, since there is a boxing match, can we place bets? It looks so boring." As soon as Zheng Wuming finished speaking, a young man couldn't wait to shout out, and received many responses.
"Haha, since you all want to play, then Wuming will be the banker today." Zheng Wuming said. "Okay, although I pride myself on being good at eloquence, it is better to leave the hosting to someone professional."
As soon as he finished speaking, a very beautiful woman wearing a purple cheongsam walked out from the backstage.
"She is Dong Qiuhua, the leading actress of Yanjing TV's entertainment program. It is said that she is Zheng Wuming's lover." Su Qingwu explained quietly in Yan Murong's ear.
"I know." Yan Murong stared at Dong Qiuhua for a long time and said, "It seems you are right, she is not a virgin."
"-----" Su Qingwu really wanted to slap the idiot in front of her to death ----- I'm just introducing you to interpersonal relationships, who wants you to see if she is a virgin?
Dong Qiuhua is worthy of being the host of an entertainment show. Even if he relies on men to get to the top, he still has some skills. After stirring up the atmosphere of the scene with his witty words, he retreated. Two men wearing training uniforms also appeared on the stage.
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Through the introduction just now, Yan Murong also knew that these two people were masters of foreign boxing, but when they fought, Yan Murong shook his head repeatedly.
This is not a martial arts contest, this is just a performance-----The fists of the two people seem to be strong, but they are soft. You touch me, I touch you, it is not like a martial arts contest, but more like flirting-----
It's just that the combination of two men feels a bit strange.
The two of them played a routine on the stage, and once they had done it, they walked off with fists clasped and bows amidst the applause of the crowd.
"Martial arts is China's national quintessence." Dong Qiuhua walked up and said. "But it is not just our country that has national quintessence, other countries also have national quintessence. Next up, the Thai boxing champion, Basong."
Just as he finished speaking, a man dressed as a waiter suddenly walked up. After speaking twice in Dong Qiuhua's ear, he walked away with a slightly surprised look in Dong Qiuhua's eyes.
"Everyone." Dong Qiuhua adjusted his smile and said, "The person who was originally going to compete with Basong was American free fighting champion Charles, but there is a special guest tonight, who is said to be a martial arts master."
"Master Yan, I wonder if you can come on stage to show us the quintessence of our Chinese nation?" Dong Qiuhua said, looking at Yan Murong who was sitting beside Su Qingwu and Teng Xiangling.
Can't help but find trouble so quickly? Yan Murong thought with a wry smile.
It seems that Zheng Wuming can't wait to beat himself up - but this excuse is too lame. What does it mean that he is said to be a martial arts master? He is not the one he beats.
Su Qingwu didn't expect that Zheng Wuming would respond to Yan Murong's provocation so quickly. Just as she was about to stand up and talk to Zheng Wuming, she was pulled down by Yan Murong.
"Sit down and watch." Yan Murong said easily. "Some things cannot be avoided."
At this time, the Thai boxing champion was already standing on the stage, with his upper body bare and a pair of shorts on his lower body, his hands and feet tied up with bandages, and he was standing there looking at Yan Murong with a provocative look on his face.
"Who is this Young Master Yan?" A man in the audience looked at Zheng Wuming who was sitting far away, and then looked at Yan Murong and asked the people around him in a low voice.
"I don't know." said a man next to him. "But the woman next to him is the chairman of Huayuan Group, Su Qingwu from the Su family."
"Oh? Then this is interesting. It seems that this boy has offended Mr. Zheng."
"That should be it ----- I thought the person that Mr. Zheng personally greeted would have some background, and his feelings offended Mr. Zheng."
Not only these two people, but all the young and old ladies present had a strong interest in Yan Murong's identity. Moreover, they were not jealous. Thinking about Zheng Wuming coming out to greet him in person, he knew that this handsome and handsome man had offended him.
Zheng Wuming.
There's something good to watch now.
Seeing Yan Murong whispering something to Su Qingwu, Basong said a few words in Thai impatiently, and then looked at Yan Murong provocatively.
"Young Master Yan, Mr. Bassong asked you if you don't dare to accept the challenge?" Dong Qiuhua picked up the microphone and translated.
Yan Murong shook his head and smiled, then stood up, looked at Dong Qiuhua, and said, "Tell him that if you want to fight, then fight."