Rich restaurants are indeed very rich.

Open 24 hours a day, delicious food, famous and characteristic wines from all over the mainland, and luxurious accommodation...... The whole nine yards.

In the evening, the rich restaurant will also invite dancing girls with good figures, faces, few clothes, and dancing, as well as singers who play the masked piano well and sing beautifully, and grand auctions are held regularly.

Fukai, a big businessman with a lot of money, a rich man who is idle, an artist and a scholar who is a little talented and wants to be coquettish, a talented girl who looks good and has a heart for spring, and even a high-ranking official...... In short, people in the upper strata of society with a little spending power will gather in rich restaurants.

So whether you want to pick up girls, drink, eat, stay, see the world, become famous, or meet some nobles...... Rich restaurants are a great place to go.

As the eldest son of Qian Yan, the owner of a rich restaurant, Qian Zhen is definitely the person who knows the most bigwigs in Ximen County.

And now under the leadership of Ah Cai, Zhang Ze and Qian Zhen have met.

Ah Cai himself is the godson of Qian Yan's father, Zhang Ze is Ah Cai's hair small, and he is also a little forceful, as soon as they met a few days ago, Zhang Ze took Qian Bao's personal bodyguard down, and took Zhang Ze to his side like his father.

After all, there was a person next to him who walked with his hands in his trouser pockets, his shoulders between his neck, his head half-tilted towards the sky, his fat double chin facing the sun, and he walked with miniature figure-eight steps and his body swayed to the left...... The posture is so wild and cool, a cigarette in your mouth can challenge the world, and the characters who are good at fighting are bodyguards next to you, and everyone will feel more secure in their hearts.

Tonight, Qian Bao took Zhang Ze and Ah Cai, who had a very strong sense of security, to the rich restaurant.

Then as soon as he stepped into the door of the rich restaurant, Zhang Ze, who was cool and handsome, was not afraid of the sky and the earth, and caused trouble.

When Mr. Bao, who was regarded as a guest by the magistrate of Ximen County and even the county lord of Hanoi, showed his calligraphy and paintings, and when countless rich and powerful people in the rich restaurant held their hearts and did not dare to speak, there was no noise in a solemn silence.

After Mr. Bao finished reading his own words.

Zhang Ze, who had just entered the door, looked at Mr. Bao in a long shirt dragging him, snorted in disgust, and shouted.

"What is this writing?"

"It's really ugly!"

Zhang Ze was originally a rough person, and his voice was like thunder, and the rich restaurant that was as quiet as death exploded, as if everyone in it was blown to death.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

All of Mr. Bao's movements also stopped in an instant, and then he looked at Zhang Ze in a daze like a goose, and there was no reaction from half a salary.

Especially Zhang Ze was also followed by Qian Bao, the eldest son of a rich restaurant, so even the security guards did not dare to move.

People thought they had come across some mysterious celebrity...... For example, it is the son of the lord of Hanoi, the grandson of the emperor Lao'er or something.

Mr. Bao thought for a long time, stayed for a long time, and couldn't think of where this young man had seen him...... Of course, Mr. Bao is not a rat who oppresses people with power, and he is not a layman who is full of anger when his works are criticized.

Mr. Bao only lifted his glasses slightly, and spoke politely, "Does this son have any advice?"

Of course, the eldest son of the rich restaurant, Qian Zhen, knows the famous Mr. Bao, and he knows what Mr. Bao's status is, but the incident happened too suddenly, and the matter itself was too abrupt.

Although Ah Cai is the godson of Qian Yan, the owner of the rich restaurant, but he is just doing it, it is useless, and he also knows very well what he Ah Cai is, at best, he is a poor boy who is alone...... Compared with the big bosses in the major worlds here, he is not a fart, so he doesn't dare to speak.

Zhang is a newborn calf, a Diao people who came out of the poor countryside, and he is used to being domineering in Shili Town, so he only knows that others make him unhappy and beat others, and if he can't beat him, he can't cut with a knife, and then he runs away with a knife in the middle of the night.

For example, cutting other people's furniture, such as cutting other people's children, or old fathers and mothers, or even cutting other people's seven aunts and aunts.

I really can't cut it, so I call his father Zhang Hu and his mother Chen to cut it together.

Therefore, Zhang Ze, who is full of enthusiasm or feels that no one can make him suffer without suffering, has always believed that as long as he dares to cut people, as long as he does not want to die, others will not dare to cut you and dare not ask for your life.

Doesn't this money still open a restaurant at home, don't you have bodyguards by your side...... What's the use? The bodyguard teased Zhang Ze for walking too much a few days ago, and then Zhang Ze kicked him to waste.

Later, the owner of the bodyguard, Qian Zhen, personally invited him to drink and called him a brother.

In addition, if you look at a man and woman in this restaurant who looks like a dog and dresses in colorful clothes, Zhang Ze just shouted loudly, and no one dared to fart.

The only one in a long robe, a pair of glasses, and a gust of wind that can blow people down is the one who speaks, but the words are softer than the sound of a fart, and they are yin and yang.

Therefore, Zhang felt more and more that the people in the city were all like girls, all fools who didn't dare to fight, and he felt more and more that he was invincible in the world.

Zhang Ze lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, put one hand in his trouser pocket, kept his foot diagonally and one foot straight until his body was also oblique, and then his eyes were half-squinted and his head was raised, and when he spoke, he looked like a ruffian, his head trembled, and his head trembled.

"What kind of chicken feather son mother and son! What kind of chicken feather advice! Say that your handwriting is ugly, and you can't understand it?"

Almost everyone will have a ruffian or rough side, but smart people will civilize and abandon the rough side.

Smart people also understand better that in fact, those who dare to be rude in front of civilized people are superior people who do not care about the eyes of others and can despise people all over the world.

The people here are all smart people, so looking at Zhang Ze, who was carrying the money with him, he dared to speak to Mr. Bao, who everyone knew about Zhang Ze...... I feel more and more that this must be an outsider from the mountains, simply put, a person who bombs the sky, so he doesn't dare to provoke Zhang Ze or speak.

Since Mr. Bao became famous, he had never seen anyone dare to talk to him like this, and he was smacking his tongue in his heart, and he was even more annoyed that he couldn't get off the stage.

However, Mr. Bao is Mr. Bao after all, he did not call the bodyguard of the restaurant at a loss, nor did he get mad, nor did he be scared to pee.

"Since I say that my handwriting is ugly...... So can you come up and give it a try?"

Mr. Bao is both tall and smart, he did not learn to speak roughly, nor did he continue to maintain the literary and logical tone of his speech, and he did not lower his voice because the other party was too afraid of dragging him...... He speaks simply, clearly, and thoroughly.

In short, all the meaning and charm in the words is, I think Lao Tzu can't write, then you come up and write, Lao Tzu has been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, no matter what kind of big bird you are, you have a trick to make it out for me.

Zhang Ze didn't reply to him immediately, but took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt in his mouth into the unstained land in this rich restaurant, and put on his unique domineering posture: his hands were in his trouser pockets, his shoulders were between his necks, his head was raised to the left, and his fat double chin was also facing God, and only those eyes were looking down at Mr. Bao.

"I write, stupid, I can't write, I write a chicken feather, I write!"

Zhang scanned everyone in the restaurant with his eyes, his head shook when he spoke, and then he pointed in one direction in the restaurant.

"He can write! He's so much better than you do!"