Whether it was the octopus on his clothes, or the meal of the dead man, such a chaotic disorder without warning suddenly appeared in Song Qingzhi's life. He suddenly became curious about Su Meng, wondering what else was there about such a person that surprised him.

When Song Qingzhi met Su Meng again, it was at a bar in Shinjuku. At that time, he was talking to others, and at a glance he saw a familiar figure, dressed in a white shirt and dark brown armor, practicing the skillful dancing of the snow kettle. A gentle light on the top fell on Su Meng's shoulder, and Song Qingzhi couldn't help but look at it for a while, this is a Qing bar, and the music is also very gentle, but the style is not the same as usual.

"Song Qingzhi, what's wrong with you?"

The man sitting opposite him called him several times, but he didn't respond, and he had to knock on the glass tabletop, and Song Qingzhi came back to look at the other party, but his eyes still glanced at Su Meng from time to time. A female customer relied on the past to order wine and chatted with Su Meng again. As if talking about something interesting, Su Meng nodded, lowered his head and smiled, and looked in his direction inadvertently when he raised his head again.

He leaned back as if in a reflex, hiding in the shadows.

“I REMEMBER YOUR WARM HEART...”

A gentle voice with a slight rustle whispered to the soft, and the figures around it dimmed, and there seemed to be only two of them left in the whole bar, one of them was safely clasping the ice cube in the open, carefully decorating the wine glass, and the other was sitting leisurely in the shadows watching him mix drinks.

This kid is adapting very quickly, Song Qing said silently in his heart. Su Meng was actually still in the trial period, learning how to make three or four kinds of cocktail wine with her master every morning, practicing repeatedly at noon and afternoon, and following her master to buy goods, and at night she practiced and worked in the store, and only slept for about five or six hours a day. He has a good memory and learns quickly, and his master likes him very much, and he will take him with him wherever he goes. Song Qingzhi is an old customer of this store, and the master inevitably has to go to say hello.

"Xiaobai, put down your work first and go with me to say hello to the young man. ”

"Who?" Su Meng was stunned for a moment.

"Well, whoever sits down there is a customer of our shop. I'll take you over to say hello, after all, you'll have to take care of your business more later. The master pointed to the booth where Song Qingzhi was.

"......" Su Meng suddenly panicked, "I'm a learner, can I not go..."

"What's the twisting, let's go!" The master's hand was not small, and he slapped Su Meng on the back, and Su Meng grinned in pain so much that he had to go along. Before anyone could get closer, he saw Song Qingzhi looking at him with a wine glass and smiling. But when he got closer, Song Qingzhi pretended not to know him again, and when he heard his master introduce him, he pretended to open his lips in surprise, and gave him a business card. Su Meng took the business card and looked at it carefully, and the master pulled his clothes, and reminded in a whisper, "What about you......rs?"

"Ahh Oh!" Su Meng hurriedly pulled out the business card that his father had just printed for him from his pocket, and there was only one word on it, "white", and below it was a bar reservation number.

"It's such a good store, why do you want to move out of Hong Kong?" Song Qingzhi chatted with his master. "I've been looking for a long time. ”

"Hong Kong... It's too complicated! There are high-end clubs everywhere, and my little bar can't be so atmospheric. ”

The master was perfunctory. Su Meng stood silently on the side, and didn't speak, and he couldn't go back to the bar with his master if he didn't let go, so he had to guard. Song Qingzhi glanced at him from time to time while chatting, and sometimes the eyes of the two would meet, and Su Meng would immediately move away.

At half past eleven, Su Meng also called it a day. After changing into his work uniform in the locker room, he thumped his back, and it was not easy to work all night on his feet, his legs were numb. After changing his clothes and putting on a baseball cap, he just walked out of the store and saw Song Qingzhi leaning in front of the car without moving.

"Are you waiting for someone?" asked Su Meng.

"Waiting for you. Song Qingzhi said.

"......" Su Meng didn't understand the meaning of Song Qingzhi's words.

"The music in the evening is very good, is that the song you chose?"

"Yes, what's the matter with you?" Su Meng asked seriously, he wanted to end the conversation with Song Qingzhi quickly and hurry back to his place to sleep, he was about to die.

"Do you have any interest in doing things on my side than you would make as a bartender, and you will soon be able to make money back home. ”

Song Qingzhi said, "You are so smart and good-looking, you must be able to." ”

“...？？”

Su Meng didn't feel like any serious job when he heard this description, and immediately shook his head and refused, Song Qingzhi laughed,

"I know that you want to be crooked, I don't want you to be a male public relations, what do you want? Just help me collect debts, which can be regarded as your old job. ”

"Your description is really hard to make people think that you are collecting debts..."Su Meng complained softly.

"Are you interested?" Song Qingzhi asked again.

"I'll ...... again Think about it. ”

"What's there to think about? You can get in touch with a lot of people doing things for me, and most of them are Chinese chambers of commerce, aren't you interested?"

"Okay, I'll do it. As soon as Su Meng heard it, he could contact the Chamber of Commerce and immediately agreed. Song Qingzhi laughed and raised his hand to squeeze Su Meng. Su Meng was a little frightened and hid back. Song Qingzhi held his hand tightly, and Su Meng couldn't get rid of it, so he had to admit it, but he heard the man say in his ear,

"Did you try that meal you made last time?"

"No, I didn't. What's wrong?"

“...... Stinky boy!"

Song Qing took a breath and patted Su Meng the back.

"How do you go back? There is no electricity in the end, and there is no night bus nearby, so it's far away. ”

Song Qing asked him in the car, and slowly drove the car to follow him all the way. Su Meng was annoyed by him and sped up his steps.

"Get in the car, I'll send you. ”

"In the path, your car can't get in. ”

Su Meng found an excuse to get the other party out of the way quickly, he didn't want to get too close to Song Qingzhi, because the matter of Zhi ** made him a little afraid of Song Qingzhi, he knew that the other party was a gang, and he would not treat him well for no reason. Song Qingzhi said without saying anything, "Then don't go in, can I send you to the intersection?"

“...... Is...... Trouble. Su Meng sighed, and he had no choice but to get in the car. Song Qing saw him get in the car, and chatted happily, Su Meng suddenly remembered that he had drunk at night, and it seemed that there were quite a few. Seeing that Song Qing's hand was getting bigger and bigger, he immediately stretched out his hand to stabilize the steering wheel. Song Qing was not sober, and he also made mistakes. The car swayed all the way back to the intersection on the road, Su Meng let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Song Qingzhi would definitely not be able to go back today, no wonder he insisted on sending him back, and it was estimated that he was drinking too much and playing crazy. He dragged the man down and back home.