"Give it up for now. Zhang Fan sat back in his office chair and said with a slight distraction.

"Young Master. Bei Yuanyuan, who was standing next to Zhang Dahei, couldn't bear to look at Zhang Fan and said.

Zhang Fan waved his hand and said, "You guys go out, I'll be quiet alone." ”

"Young ......" Just when Bei Yuanyuan couldn't help but ask again, Zhang Dahei beside her pulled her arm and insisted that she leave.

Bei Yuanyuan looked at this Zhang Dahei, and then said to Zhang Fan: "Young master, pay attention to your body, I will retire first." ”

After Bei Yuanyuan left, Zhang Fan said to Zhang Dahei again: "You can leave too." ”

Zhang Dahei listened to Zhang Fan's words, squinted at Zhang Fan, just leaned against the wall, quietly lit a cigarette, and didn't say anything.

The cigarette was slowly lit, and the golden flame burst into flames of the white-wrapped demonstration, and finally the tobacco burned to the end, and Zhang Dahei also snuffed out the cigarette.

Zhang Dahei looked at Zhang Fan and said, "It's not the end yet." ”

Zhang Fan also took out a cigarette from his drawer, silently put it in his mouth, and ignored Zhang Dahei.

But his own igniter has not yet been taken out.

A brightly lit lighter had been delivered to his cigarette, insisting on lighting it himself.

"Smoking is not good for your health, so let's smoke less, young master. ”

Zhang Fan looked at the flames in front of him and smiled.

Bring the cigarette butt forward and light it.

"Whew~"

A cloud of green smoke spit out of Zhang Fan's mouth.

Then he slowly turned around, flicked the ashtray on the desk, and said in a deep voice with a little melancholy, "Is there any hope?"

"Young Master, do you remember when we first came to Ning City?" Zhang Dahei said calmly while playing with the lighter.

"I remember, at that time, we were already bruised. ”

Zhang Fan looked at the checkered pattern on the ceiling and was stunned.

Zhang Dahei looked at Zhang Fan and left the office silently.

But the moment he opened the door, he turned his back to Zhang Fan and said flatly: "Young master, we are all injured and have no way out, but you are still our hope." ”

After speaking, Zhang Dahei opened the door, leaving Zhang Fan alone, pondering in the office.

"I am your hope!"

Zhang Fan closed his eyes, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

......

"Which family are you?"

An arrogant word appeared from behind Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan, who was holding the two hot girls at the time, turned his head and looked at the people behind him.

A second-rate man in a fur coat, with a skinny body, talks about his daily life anytime and anywhere.

"Whose place is from?"

After seeing the person clearly, Zhang Fan said to the second-rate man in a fur coat with a disdainful look.

"Haha! Do you know who's the boss in this bar?"

A second-rate arrogant provocateur in a fur coat, Zhang Fan.

"I spent money on labor and management, where did you get from!"

At this time, Zhang Fan did not have the slightest gentlemanly appearance, and scolded this second-rate man in a fur coat with a foul mouth.

That's right, this is the first time Zhang Fan has entered such a place as a bar since he first came to Ning City.

His purpose was also clear at the time, just to let those people from Kyoto who were spying on him know that he was now decadent.

Therefore, Zhang Fan came to the tavern and spent all day drinking.

But secretly, Zhang Dahei kept asking for information in the bar.

Listening to Zhang Fan's arrogant tone, the second-rate man in a fur coat couldn't stay.

jumped up and swung his fist at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan looked at the movements of this second-rate man in a fur coat.

Even his sister could knock him down in three seconds.

Zhang Fan sighed, if you want to play, play bigger, and make yourself more famous.

Then, Zhang Fan picked up the glass wine bottle next to him and slammed it into the head of the second-rate man in a fur coat.

"Bang!"

The glass bottle was knocked to pieces, and the second-rate man in the fur coat fell from mid-air, curled up holding his bleeding head.

However, this second-rate man is also a good man, and he was slapped on his head so hard by Zhang Fan, but he didn't call it out, and he is also a good man.

But this is just that this second-rate son didn't scream, and the hot girls around Zhang Fan couldn't help screaming.

And this scream attracted the attention of the bartender.

Several people quickly came to Zhang Fan's side with weapons and lifted Zhang Fan up.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, why were you beaten so badly, are you okay?"

A decently dressed man appeared beside the second-rate man in a fur coat, helped him up, and asked pretending to be concerned.

"Do you want to do it? Believe it or not, I told my brother!

After being helped up by others, the second-rate man hurriedly yelled at the person next to him, who was called the store manager.

"Don't, Mr. Wang, Brother Wang, I was also busy just now, I didn't see it," the person known as the store manager complimented the second-rate man in a fur coat and said, "In this way, I personally contracted all your consumption tonight, how about it?"

The temper of the second-rate man in the fur coat also came up: "That's all, what about this person who beat me? Just let him go?

This is, the store manager leaned next to Zhang Fan and said in a low voice: "Sir, this person often comes to us to make trouble, and I can't help it, why don't you leave first." ”

Zhang Fan looked at the scene in front of him, smiled and said, "Boss, who is this second-rate son in a fur coat?"

"Oh, sir, don't say that about him, he's a brother of my bar investor, and I'll be miserable if I offend him. The bar manager said pleading to Zhang Fan.

In fact, he already knew that Zhang Fan was a rich man, and he ordered a few famous wines just after entering the bar, and then a few hot girls slowly approached this Zhang Fan, all of which the store manager saw in his eyes, so he was so polite to Zhang Fan now.

"Your bar is a joint-stock system?" Zhang Fan ignored the second-rate matter, but became interested in this bar.

"Sir, the ownership of this bar is not mine, I am just a person who manages the hotel for others, so there are some things I can't do. The store manager may have been bullied by a second-rate person wearing a fur coat for a long time, and after meeting Zhang Fan, he began to tell his suffering.

"Are you all right, how to solve it, have you discussed it?" said the second-rate man in a fur coat impatiently to the store manager.

At this time, Zhang Fan saw the impatient appearance of the second-rate man in a fur coat and smiled.

Grabbed in front of the store manager and said, "It's discussed!"

"What do you say!"

"It's simple!" As he spoke, Zhang Fan threw out a bank card on the table and said, "Bar, I bought it!"

"What? You bought it?"