My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

568 Yanjing eleven ride

Dong Ye's brain capacity is very high. Although Li Fan is not stupid, he also has a self-knowledge. It is difficult to play with Dong Ye by himself. If he had four eyes, Ling Tian, ​​or Lin Yuexian beside him, he was still a little bit envious.

But no matter what, the conditions for the fight must be won!

No military division is around! Li Fan wanted to cry without tears.

He rinsed a little, and went downstairs into a black Camry.

This Dong Ye is really low-key and uses a Camry to pick up others.

Li Fan sat in the car and let the car pass through the urban area of ​​the Imperial City. Everyone said that Emperor loves traffic jams, but at night it seems to be much better, and the cars are basically unobstructed.

But I didn't know whether it was intentional or not. The car made a few laps on the overpass and finally stopped in front of a bar called "Night".

"Mr. Li, please come in."

The bartender at the door of the bar saw Li Fan bowing and saluting, attracting the attention of some girls.

These girls are speculating in their hearts, who is this little boy, and why is the bartender so respectful?

As soon as the bar entered, it was a spacious hall with flashing magnesium lights and deafening music. Opposite is a huge dance floor, where men and women are dancing like a group of devil, and they are wanting to enjoy their distinctive night!

The dance floor is surrounded by rows of decks, where many fox friends and dog friends gather here, in groups of three or five, drinking sisters, please.

There is also a high platform directly in front of the dance floor, where there are three beautiful night girl papers leading the dance. These three sister papers are all very good. The looks and figures make the men below scream madly.

"Mr. Li, please here."

The bartender led Li Fan, walking all the way across.

Passing by the bathroom, Li Fan saw a man and a woman pressing on the wall, kissing madly.

"Mr. Li, please go this way."

The bartender was very careful, leading Li Fan up the second floor from the stairs next to the front of a box.

Dong Ye was already sitting inside, and Feng Xing stood by the door.

"Brother Li, wait a long time, please, please."

Dong Ye was very enthusiastic and invited Li Fan to sit next to him.

"Is this the place to eat?"

Li Fan looked around. How could this luxurious private room be like a place for young girls to drink and play.

"Brother, how do you say, there are people with faces and faces on the rivers and lakes. In this circle, all come here to talk about things."

"How can I be with you!"

Li Fan said angrily.

At this time, a group of cool, beautiful and **** girls came in from the door and stood in a row, bowing in front of Li Fan and Dong Ye.

"Hi boss!"

"..."

Li Fan re-sit on the sofa, "Man occasionally has to experience a different life."

"Boss, I am from Harbin."

"I'm from Hangzhou."

"I'm from Jinan."

"Chongqing."

"Dongguan ..."

The paper sisters started reporting to their own homes, and Li Fan looked a little dazzled.

"I'll treat you today, brother, just pick whatever you want."

Dong Ye said beside him, "You can order as many as you want, as long as you are happy."

"Today we are mainly talking about things, so don't go too far, just four or five ..."

Li Fan hesitated a bit, and finally chose a Suzhou paper, which looked soft and had a style of Jiangnan water village beauties. After all, to talk about things, making too many girls here seems messy.

Dong Ye chose a girl from northeast China who looked quite capable of drinking, mainly because her chest was not small.

The little girl in Suzhou has been pouring wine for Li Fan and feeding him fruit. Li Fan felt that she was not like a young girl with wine, but more like a good wife and mother.

"Brother Li, you are wronged today."

"As long as Brother Dong's compensation is sufficient, this is not a grievance."

"Okay, my brother doesn't speak secretly, I appreciate it."

Dong Ye nodded. "To invite my brother today is to talk to him about it."

He put the wine glass on the table and looked at Li Fan, "I have already left the Longtang, and the Twelve Saints of the Longtang lifted me up and followed me out. We plan to make a business by ourselves and want to be with my brother dry."

"Work with me?"

Li Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, my brother's business, I think it is very promising."

Dong Ye grinned. "I, the Twelve Saints of the Dragon Hall, are not ordinary people. They have no other skills except fighting. It is their old business to be a dart master and earn some money."

"I understand what you mean."

Li Fan nodded. "You want to join my dartboard and get your people in."

"Yes, we do."

Dong Ye nodded, "This is already the best compensation for my brother. After all, I don't have anything else now, there are people."

"Okay, if you want to do it together, naturally I won't refuse."

Li Fan nodded. "If this is the case, I would like to thank Brother Dong."

The most important thing about the extraordinary dart game is the manpower, and Dong Ye has eleven good men and women here, and there is a grandfather who is a master of the generation! Where to go for such a good thing!

"But is it really that simple?"

Li Fan is not stupid, how can there be good things in the sky.

"Of course, you pay them."

Dong Ye said, "Working for you, this money is not small."

"I really want to work for me. I definitely won't lose their salary."

Li Fan said as a matter of course, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who deducts my salary. But does Brother Dong only take shares?"

"Of course, only into dry stocks. Don't look at me mixing in Longtang, but in fact I am very clean and very poor."

"..."

Hearing Dong Ye's crying poverty, Li Fan just wanted to scold his mother.

You are poor, do you want to compare with me!

"Mom, I have to spend some money with Liu Yannan!"

I can be considered to have demolished Longtang, and I have to ask Liu Yannan for a few months of salary!

After all, his dart game has just started to make a profit, and his income has just come to balance. Each of these eleven people is a top-level expert, and hiring them is a lot of money.

"I want 50% of the shares."

Dong Ye stretched out five fingers.

"Brother, you're teasing me."

Li Fan is not stupid, he would not agree with him, "Twenty, no more."

"Forty! Not one point less!"

"Thirty, don't do one more point!"

Dong Ye looked at Li Fan a few times, "Such a vicious counteroffer, then I'll set a thirty-five, ok?"

"The deal."

These eleven masters are too important for Li Fan. Thirty-five shares of Dong Ye were not lost. After all, these eleven were all for Dong Ye's sake.

"It's a pity ... The Twelve Saints of Longtang is gone ..."

Dong Ye thought about it, "From today on, we'll call Yanjing Eleven a ride."