Chapter Seventy-Five: Wind and Summer
Le Xuan lay in the shadow in the corner.
He didn't die, but he couldn't move.
And now I can't even shout my voice.
He couldn't help but think that if he continued like this, he might fall into the hands of the police.
The dignified twenty-three generals were actually lowered to the level of Hehuang and Huang, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
But what about being arrested by the police? Le Xuan thought proudly that it was already difficult for them to get past the point of collecting evidence.
Anyway, it's a longevity realm, it's a big deal to live in prison for a while, repair your skills, and be a good man after a few decades.
Just thinking like this, Le Xuan suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a different cloud floating above.
And in the clouds, there were a few pure black feathers slowly falling.
The feather seemed to be gentle, but when it touched Le Xuan's body, it was like a stone weighing a thousand catties, and it crushed his body to the ground on the spot.
A few feathers were pressed down again, and Le Xuan struggled a few times, without shouting, and he didn't breathe anymore.
The bloody knife beside him lit up with a faint light, and the pale blood face once again bloomed with a mysterious pattern.
A figure descended from the clouds like a bird.
He kicked Le Xuan away, and then picked up the Blood Intent Knife.
Then, he put a bloody mask on Le Xuan's face.
Le Xuan's body crackled and twisted for a while, and his whole body was sucked in by the blood.
The man glanced at the spell on his bloody face and couldn't help but let out a "pout".
"Sealing?" he shook his head, "you almost broke my things. β
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Li Mubai didn't faint for long.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on top of a pile of sand.
Although Le Xuan's blow was ferocious, Li Mubai blocked it properly and was not killed by the mountain.
When he looked at his watch, it was very good, and the time for fainting was about ten minutes, and he would not delay the appointment with Zhou Manni.
He looked up and saw that there was no more blood on it.
"It seems that Lao Du and Seventeen have solved the problem. β
Li Mubai muttered to himself, feeling more and more happy.
He examined his whole body again, and found that although he had just been beaten, the clothes on his body were not damaged.
After a sweep, the suit and leather shoes are still neat.
"Fabulous!"
Li Mubai couldn't help but praise, his mood was at his best, laughed, and went back to the bar to drink.
Sunset Gunslinger Bar.
The crushed ice in Mojitori hasn't melted yet.
Zhou Manni and Wu Li chatted with the guests while waiting, and Li Mubai appeared at the door again.
"Got into the dust...... Where have you been?"
Zhou Manni was on the rise but was slipped away by Li Mubai, and now when she asked, she couldn't help but have a trace of resentment.
Li Mubai didn't answer in a hurry, just sat down and took a big sip of wine, before he laughed and said:
"I'm busy with business, and a friend just asked me to go to the town over there. He had a lot of dust there, so he didn't get a little bit of it. β
"Really, a little heart. β
Zhou Manni said coquettishly, giving full play to the appearance advantages of the hostess and helping Li Mubai sweep away the dust on his chest.
"I thought you were called out by some woman. β
To some extent, it's really undeniable......
Li Mubai couldn't help but think, but smiled and comforted:
"Whatever I do, I insist on the word concentration. To friends, to careers...... The same is true for women. β
Zhou Manni looked at Li Mubai's handsome sculpture face and extremely serious eyes, and couldn't help but get drunk when she heard this.
"Hmm...... I think that's right. If you're really going to see a woman, how can you be so fast. β
Zhou Manni is still young after all, Li Mubai said a few words, and he was so fascinated that he couldn't find the north.
But Wu Li was mature and steady, and when he saw Li Mubai chatting and not leaving, he finally remembered the previous topic.
He thought that Li Gongzi must have something to ask for, so he asked:
"Li Gongzi, it may be a bit abrupt for me to ask like this. But you seem to have something to say, right?"
Li Mubai smiled and gently pushed the wine glass to the front of the stage:
"I'll tell you the truth, I want to borrow 60,000 yuan. β
The air was quiet for two seconds.
"Two cents. β
After two seconds, Wu Li's smile did not change, but he put down the towel in his hand.
"What kind of wine?"
"Don't want a mojito, have a drink...... No, two cups of Moscow mules. I invited Zhou Meinu to drink. β
"Are you testing the skill of my old bones?" Wu Li laughed, "Li Gongzi, wait a minute, I'll go get the copper cup." β
Li Mubai just laughed, and continued to chat with Zhou Manni.
But drunk people are not drunk, Li Mubai knows that although the atmosphere looks very comfortable, but in the next small talk, Wu Li Bacheng will also ask some questions.
When borrowing money, you can't put it too low.
Even if there are 100,000 people outside, in front of this gold master, they must not be alarmed.
60,000 yuan is a number, if you chase it too closely, it will make Wu Li and Zhou Manni suspicious, and it is not in line with his Li Mubai's chic and casual personality.
At that time, they would privately feel that Li Gongzi might have encountered a shortage of funds, and he was so hesitant to borrow 60,000 yuan, and the funds went out, and he might not be able to recover them.
That kind of Lao Du's night market plan can be regarded as a complete failure.
Wu Li began to chisel and crush the ice by hand, the ice blades rose and fell, and the ice flakes fell into the cup with a sala
In cocktail bars, where machine crushing ice is becoming more and more common, this hand-made crushed ice technique is a bit old-fashioned.
"The machine shattered, and I was not satisfied with the taste. Alas, many young people, less and less like to do it themselves. β
Wu Li seemed to be casual, but his eyes were engrossed in tracking the ice blades and ice cubes in his hands.
Wu Li is simple, but in fact contains his pride as a bartender.
Handmade ice cubes show not only artistic value, but also the height of the bartender's craftsmanship.
When digging ice, you must be bold and careful, otherwise if you are a little careless, you will cut your fingers, and it is estimated that you will have to travel to the hospital.
Bartenders vary in skill and are difficult and workload-intensive, so few bars are willing to use the handmade ice cube method.
But this is also the reason why Li Mubai chose this bar.
Handmade ice cubes can be better adapted to the specific situation of each wine glass, so as to adjust the optimal temperature and palate
Especially in the summer drinks of mojitos and Moscow mules, the role of crushed ice is particularly important.
Just the right amount of dilution is the essence of a bartender's life's work.
Crushed ice, vodka, ginger beer, and squeeze in five milliliters of lime juice.
"Two glasses of Moscow mules. β
Wu Li pushed the two red copper cups in front of Zhou Manni and Li Mubai.
Li Mubai and Zhou Manni took a sip with a smile and began to talk about business.
Li Mubai didn't have Jacquard Night Market, but just talked about shipments and purchases, as well as the amount of profits in the past few months.
The things that were punished and robbed while the fire was all hidden, but they just had to increase their investment, and they were still a fraction of what was missing.
It's almost a fraction, wouldn't it be nice to make up for it?
The law became good, and Wu Li and Zhou Manni were willing to borrow money.
The conversation was very pleasant, and 60,000 yuan was quickly received, the amount was not large, and Wu Li also gave face, a month, two cents, and did not add it to a higher place.
Although the cocktail is good, the alcohol content is higher than that of ordinary liquor. Zhou Manni drank six or seven glasses, her cheeks were red, and she was swaying when she walked.
Her eyes were blurred, her eyes were like silk, and when her pointed heels slipped and her feet slipped, she almost fell over.
Li Mubai hurriedly turned around and held Zhou Manni's shoulder with one hand, but gently supported Zhou Manni's foot with the other.
Before Zhou Manni could react, he lifted the high heels, held Mannie's slender jade feet, and helped her put them in.
Then the hostess lay softly into Li Mubai's arms.
Seeing this, Li Mubai smiled apologetically at Wu Li:
"Mannie is drunk, it's so late, I'll help her back. β
Wu Li nodded, smiling with complete understanding.
Li Mubai held Zhou Manni in his arms, and along the way, her delicate legs were gently rubbing his arms.
The hostess whispered softly, like a cat that had lost its way and found its home. Li Mubai didn't listen carefully, just looked at the rising moon.
He walked into the hotel and walked to the bed.
Then close the door and close the window.
The next thing is always clichΓ©, after all, the sword master makes the sword, and he can't get rid of two words, "skilled".
Tracing the river upstream, the road is long and obstructive. Zhou Manni lay half-asleep and half-awake, letting the spring breeze indulge in this August night, waiting for the end of everything.
When everything was over, Li Mubai leaned on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette.
He looked at Zhou Manni's sleeping face, and was more inclined to say that it was just a summer blown by the wind.
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