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"Don't be busy!" Wan Hailiu gestured, "If you want to thank you, thank Master first!"

Mr. Qian was stunned for a moment, and immediately re-glanced at the female singer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The female singer quickly stood up obediently and skillfully, bowed to Yang Tang in a proper manner, and said, "Thank you, master!" A few people found out that she was at least one hundred and sixty years tall.

"No thanks..."Yang Tang waved his hand and said, "I said it because you are very happy, and I will help you." ”

The female singer was stunned.

Mr. Qian rolled his eyes and cautiously asked, "Dare to ask the master, where does this joy come from?"

Yang Tang glanced at Mr. Qian without yin or yang, and said, "Joy comes from your crotch......

Mr. Qian's face suddenly changed greatly, and he waved his hand towards Wan Hailiu in a panic and said: "Mr. Wan, there is no such thing, there is no such thing!!"

You must know that in this world, if the woman is under the age of 16 for fornication, whether the woman wants to or not, the man will be judged as a forcible person, and if the woman loses her body between the 16th and 18th period, it is very easy for both men and women to lose their reputation. That's why Yang Tang insinuated a little beard, and Mr. Qian's face changed drastically and he denied it.

The female singer's face turned red, as if she had been greatly wronged, and she looked like she wanted to cry.

Wan Hailiu looked at Yang Tang and knew that he had something to do.

"Okay two, I'm not talking about men and women, after all, this Miss Jiang is still a virgin so far, and she should be a full hundred years away from turning eighteen, right?"

"Y-How do you know?" said the singeress.

Wan Hailiu interjected unhappily: "Call the master!"

"Master, how do you know?" asked the female singer again.

Mr. Qian listened to the anxious beside him, as if he was in a hurry, and said in his heart [You stupid girl, with the strength of Wan Hailiu, is it not easy to check your life......?

I didn't think about Yang Tang and said: "Not only do I know that this Miss Jiang is still a hundred years away from turning eighteen, but I also know that Mr. Qian accidentally put shit on his hands when he wiped his butt this morning." ”

Mr. Qian almost didn't jump up when he heard this: "How do you know? This is impossible!?" You must know that who would be embarrassed to show off such a thing as accidentally getting some on your fingers?

Don't......

"Master, could it be that you found someone to install a pinhole camera in my house?" No matter what, Mr. Qian didn't believe that Yang Tang was so godly.

"Presumptuous!" Without waiting for Yang Tang to explain, Wan Hailiu was the first to quit, "It's easy for the master to calculate your past and future, and you need to dress so dirty with pinholes?"

Mr. Qian was unconvinced.

Yang Tang said: "Mr. Qian, after taking medicine, you haven't had trouble in your stomach for a few hours, right?" As soon as these words came out, Mr. Qian changed slightly, "When you went to work in the morning, you stopped at the public toilet on the side of the road, pulled a thin, and almost stepped into the squatting pit, right?"

Mr. Qian's face changed wildly, due to stomach problems, he pulled a total of four times in the morning, the first time at home, the second time in the roadside public toilet, if there is still a possibility of needle holes at home, then the probability of the public toilet he randomly chose was also equipped with pinholes is too small.

"Okay, after all this nonsense, let's go back to the topic just now, the reason why I helped Miss Jiang ask Mr. Wan for a role is indeed because I like to ...... in Mr. Qian's crotch."

When it came to this topic again, Mr. Qian didn't dare to jump to deny it, but asked in a trembling voice: "Master, what joy is there in my crotch?"

Wan Hailiu also pricked up his ears.

Yang Tang glanced at him and said, "Mr. Wan, it's not a pure black shell, it's rare, right?"

Wan Hailiu was stunned and nodded.

"And what if both of them don't have black shell underwear?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the spot was stagnant, and then Mr. Qian and the female singer's faces changed drastically, and they couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

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After chatting with Mr. Qian about borrowing the recording studio, Wan Hailiu originally said that he wanted to invite him to dinner, but was politely rejected by Yang Tang, saying that he wanted to go around Houhai more, and Jiang Zhizhen had been here twice, so he was assigned the task of a tour guide by Mr. Qian.

"Brother Yang, you are dead, why are you using me and money to make fun of me?"

Yang Tang spread his hands and said: "Zhizhen little beauty, how can I be funny, is this the case, aren't you wearing a shell?"

"Uh-huh...... You still say!" Jiang Zhizhen stomped her feet angrily.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it!" Yang Tang raised his hand in surrender, and at the same time tilted his head to admire Jiang Zhizhen's beautiful appearance, "What about the store you are talking about?"

Jiang Zhizhenchun pointed to the front not far away: "Oh, that's it." As he spoke, he lowered his voice and asked, "The last two...... Mr. Wan's bodyguards, really ignore them?"

"If you say don't pay attention to it, don't pay attention to it, lead the way!"

I have to say that the boundary of Houhai, which seems to be literary and artistic, is not as noisy as the nightclubs in Sanlitun on the surface, but in fact it is also mixed, and the identity background of the guests who come and go here is often more complicated than that of Sanlitun.

The bars in Sanlitun are wild, and the rich, official, and star people in that place are ...... There are many second-generation models, and there are also some small models, so some primitive transactions are very easy to breed, and there are many foreigners next to the embassy area. However, these foreigners belong to the lower category in the embassies of various countries, and clubbing is just for fun.

On the contrary, Houhai is more literary and artistic, so older successful people occasionally haunt bars, nightclubs, and clubs...... As for whether such people come for fun, pull business, or do business, few people know.

"When you get to Brother Yang, it's here!" said Jiang Zhizhen, pushing open the door of the store and jumping in first.

Yang Tang followed, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard sporadic bartenders coaxing there, and a guy with yellow hair around his neck and a guitar on the stage was fleeing off the stage in embarrassment, as if he would be buried alive if he was a little slower.

"It's this weasel again, you deserve it!" Jiang Zhizhen obviously had a little trouble with the weasel, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

"Who is that weasel?" Yang Tang asked casually, "Have I offended you?"

"A guy who can talk about flowers, from out of town, North Drift (A)!"

Jiang Zhizhen probably introduced a few words, but there was no deep chat, and Yang Tang didn't mind, beckoned her to sit down on a table in the corner, and immediately a waiter came over to greet her.

"You two, you ...... What do you need to order?" The waiter saw that Yang Tang was a little raw, and was about to touch the way, but when he saw Jiang Zhizhen in a blink of an eye, he was a little familiar, so he changed his words.

Yang Tang pointed at Jiang Zhizhen: "Give her a glass of juice, I want whiskey, add ice!"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, went back to the counter and took something similar to a POS machine, and said, "This gentleman wants to drink, please check his fingerprints!"

"Fingerprints?" Yang Tang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there is indeed a rule in the Chinese law of this world that only people over eighteen years old can drink alcohol, and immediately stretched out his thumb and pressed it on the machine: "Dudu!"

Verified passed.

"Wait a minute, you guys, you'll be coming soon!"

At this time, a female singer was singing on the stage: "One wrong step is wrong for life, go to the sea to dance for life, dancers are also people, who does the pain in my heart say, for the persecution of life, tears are swallowed in the stomach, is this fate, destined to live in that wind and dust for a lifetime......"

I have to admit that the song is a good song, and the song is not bad, but it is a little out of step with the times, and it does not fit the atmosphere of the current bar. Sure enough, the bartenders didn't wait for the female singer to finish singing, and then they started to coax the seedlings again.

"What are you singing?"

"Dancing girls are also human ......"

"What do dancers do when they don't accompany guests?

"That's it, fuck off!"

"Get down, get down, get down......"

Seeing this, Jiang Zhizhen couldn't help muttering: "Do these people have a level of appreciation?"

Yang Tang teased: "Otherwise, our female No. 2 will go up and have a song?"

Jiang Zhizhen was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand again and again: "I, no, no, I always need to know the money, don't kill me!"

Yang Tang raised his eyebrows and said, "He beat you?

Jiang Zhizhen knew that Yang Tang was caring about her, and she was careful and warm, but she didn't dare to take the opportunity to dig a pit for Mr. Qian: "No, no, I mean he will definitely scold me." ”

Yang Tang was noncommittal, and asked more: "You really don't want to go up?"

Jiang Zhizhen shook her head: "Don't go..."

"Then I'll go up and play, I haven't played the piano for a long time, and my hands are itchy!"

"Huh?!"

Jiang Zhizhen watched in surprise as Yang Tang walked towards the upright piano over there.

At this time, the surrounding bars saw that no one came to the stage to fill the position and sing, so they were coaxing there again.

Yang Tang sat in front of the piano, didn't say hello to anyone, and directly sang a piece of "Wild Bees Flying", and the noise around him gradually disappeared.

Jiang Zhizhen in the corner couldn't help but open her mouth slightly when she saw this scene, her face full of disbelief. You know, at the age of twelve, she went to Samhan Province to DM Entertainment Company as a trainee, and at the age of fifteen, because DM Company was acquired by the Best Audio-Visual Group, where Mr. Qian is now located, and was favored by Mr. Qian, and then got more systematic training, all kinds of musical instruments dare not say that they are playing to the top, but at least they are also professional, and correspondingly, their appreciation ability is also professional. According to what she heard, Yang Tang played the piano just now enough to enter the Vienna Concert Hall.

The other bartenders naturally did not have Jiang Zhizhen's professional identification ability, but they also heard that Yang Tang played extraordinary, so they were naturally happy to wait for his next move.

"Smack!"

Yang Tang snapped his fingers, called the waiter, whispered a few words to him, and then the waiter returned to the counter with a strange look and took a goblet and handed it to Yang Tang.

"Thank you!"

Yang Tang took the goblet and put it on the top of the piano, followed by a few notes casually, and said in a small voice: "I often think that there is reason not to speak highly, so I don't like to use the microphone when singing, well, a refreshing Russian song will be brought to everyone!"

"Russian song?!"

"What could it be?"

"Shh~~ Let's listen first!"

The piano accompaniment is raised at the right time.

"The house is built

The door slammed behind him

The autumn wind beats on the windows

Weep for me

Night thunder and morning fog

The sun was completely cold

Long-term pain followed

Get ready, everybody

……”

The bartenders whispered again.

"Well, it's okay to sing......"

"It's just too bland. ”

"We need some exciting ......"

Just when they were about to start a coax, a super high-pitched scream suddenly came out of Yang Tang's throat.

"Oo————oo

That's right, screaming.

It's like a high pitch, and it's like a dolphin calling.

"Oo————oo

"Click, click...... Click!!"

When Yang Tang screamed for the second time, the goblet placed on the top of the piano cracked......

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A: Beipiao, the "north" here does not refer to Beijing, but to the north.

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