Merchant of the Underworld

The wine bottles gradually emptied, and everyone was more or less tipsy.

Some are constantly complaining about the hardships of life, some are cursing the unfairness of society, some are frankly telling the secrets that have been hidden in their hearts, and some are crying and crying without saying a word, and no one knows. Why was he crying?

Immediately afterwards, headed by Liu Qingyun, people from other tables came to toast one after another.

Our table is almost full of the worst people. No matter who comes, they all stand up around the table and bow their heads to toast...

The official Liu Qingyun is rich and has a lot of money.

The people at the table headed by them seemed to enjoy this feeling very much, patting this shoulder and shaking that hand in a very friendly manner. Every word, every action is like a gift of mercy.

Especially Qian Duoduo, when he saw Zhao Yihan still sitting next to me, he immediately became jealous. After having a few drinks with me in a pretentious manner, he asked me what I was doing now.

I smiled and replied that I just opened a small shop to support my family.

When the other people at the table heard this, they started shouting: "That's the boss. How many employees have you hired? How about I go work for you?"

I said calmly: I have very little business, so there is no need to hire anyone.

"That's also the manager of a store!"

"You can't say that. If Zhang Jiulin opened a canteen, he would be the minister."

Everyone started laughing.

Zhao Yihan opened her mouth to defend me, but when she saw that I was still smiling and looking calm from beginning to end, she didn't say anything.

Qian Duoduo patted my shoulder proudly, pretending to be friendly and showing off: "Jilin, if it doesn't work, just close your shop and follow me! I have now opened a construction company, and I undertake the construction of We are classmates at Guangsheng Group's real estate, so we can help you no matter what, and I can find you a job casually, which will be much better than what you are doing now."

"That's right!" The big black man followed Qian Duoduo closely and took over the conversation: "For the sake of your classmates, Brother Qian will never treat you badly!"

I thought to myself: "Isn't it the Guangsheng Group? If I call Xu Guangsheng, I can turn you into a beggar in minutes."

It's just such a small thing that I don't take it personally. He just smiled lightly and said: "Thank you for your kindness. I'm used to being alone. Besides..."

I wanted to say that I was not very interested in making money, but I swallowed the words again.

Indeed, everyone who knows the business of femininity merchants knows that we usually don’t open for three years and open for three years. If we don’t have tens of millions of deposits on hand, we are considered a failure.

But many times, I can’t take the money I get. For example, in the palace fried rice incident and the Dafeng Village incident, I only took away the negative objects and not the rest.

Sometimes, I have to pay back. For example, I bought the gentian armor that helped Mayor Wang fulfill his long-cherished wish with my own money.

It's just that I don't bother to tell them these things.

When these people saw that I was choked with words, they thought that I was too embarrassed to accept Qian Duoduo's kindness because of my reputation, so they all advised me: "Don't be so stubborn. Brother Qian is doing it for your own good."

"That's right, how much money can a small shop make? Just a little money from the big boss can be enough for you to work hard for a year and a half."

In the face of everyone's ridicule, I still smiled, gently picked up the wine glass and said: "Come on, let's not talk about the future, let's have a drink!"

Indeed, there is really nothing to talk about in the future with these people.

This glass of wine is to commemorate myself and the beautiful memories of the past. This nominal class reunion has long since changed.

Then, as the next round of toasts began, I excused myself to the bathroom.

The bathroom in the hotel was divided into three small partitions. I locked the door and was about to light a cigarette to escape the solitude when I suddenly heard a burst of crying coming from next door.

Although the other party was trying his best to suppress it, it still came out, causing the partitions to tremble slightly.

After a while, I finally heard that it was Zhao Yihan who was hiding next door and crying secretly.

I don’t know what she felt, but she cried so sadly!

I finished smoking and was washing my hands when she opened the door and came out, her face full of tears.

She seemed to know that I heard her crying, so she just smiled softly and didn't say anything.

After a while, the wine table was full of ugliness, and one scene after another of human farce unfolded.

Some kept saying goodbye, but kept holding on to the other person's hand; some hugged others and cried and laughed loudly, and finally realized that they had mistakenly recognized the person; and some dragged the chair, insisting on knocking this guy down.

The drinking party lasted for more than an hour and finally ended amidst the noise.

Those who drank too much and even slept soundly were all arranged by Niu Dahui to stay in the hotel.

The rest of those who were still sober walked out of the hotel, boasting drunkenly.

No matter what others think, I will never attend such a gathering again. I only said goodbye to Niu Dahui, turned around and said goodbye to Zhao Yihan, and turned to leave.

"Zhang Jiulin, you, wait a minute..." Zhao Yihan was being pestered by Qian Duoduo and several other obsessed people, fighting to send her home. As soon as she heard that I was leaving, she immediately became anxious.

"Is something wrong?" I turned my head in surprise.

"I...can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Zhao Yihan drank a lot of wine tonight, and her fair and rosy face was already a bit drunk. As soon as she said these words, her face turned even brighter.

When the other people around him heard this, they were also stunned. After looking at each other blankly, they all suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Haha, Beauty Zhao, isn't this too direct?"

"It seems that Zhang Jiulin is lucky!"

"Oh, it's really strange. What does Dame Zhao like about him..."

Everyone was talking angrily. Qian Duoduo's face suddenly turned purple like a pig's liver. He grinned a pair of thick lips and struggled for a long time without uttering a single word.