100 million, 200 million, just talk about it.

Quan Hua also told Yang Xiaoji about the rules of the conflict, after all, the country also has the rules of the country, and they can't go too far. Therefore, at this time, someone has to come forward and suppress the fire.

In a very ordinary commercial street in the south of Huacheng, there is a very ordinary bar.

Unlike other bars, this is more like a members' club, where people you know come to drink, and most people can't get in.

Don't look at the general decoration of the bar, there is not even any style at all, but the owner of the bar is very famous in the flower city.

Because the boss is a very mysterious woman, no one even knows her name, and everyone else calls her 'Annie'.

is such a woman, and she doesn't know what means she has, and the characters with heads and faces in Huacheng have to give her some face.

Of course, there are also those rich people, if there is any misunderstanding between each other, a few drinks at her place, and the misunderstanding will be resolved.

Also, if someone has a dark flower, she will also put the money where she is, and then the dark flower will take effect.

When Yang Xiaoji heard this, he got up and said, "Go, take me to meet this Annie!"

Quan Hua was a little embarrassed and said: "Boss Yang, I can tell you where that bar is, but I really can't take you there, I haven't been in that bar yet, you go by yourself, you have to see if you can get in!"

Come to think of it, Quan Hua is just a good dwarf mule, but compared to a person with a level, he is just a pug, who will give him this face?

Yang Xiaoji still understood this, so he took the shovel and the old smoker, braved the heavy rain at night, and came to the door of the bar.

Anyway, this bar is really inconspicuous, with a few strings of flickering lights on the door frame, no matter how you look at it, it feels like a small massage parlor.

The shovel pushed the door, but it didn't push.

At this time, a small door opened on the door, and there was a man in sunglasses inside, and asked in a very unfriendly tone, "Who are you looking for?"

Yang Xiaoji suddenly felt that this scene was so similar to the plot in The Matrix?

This dim environment, the sunglasses in the door, how it looks.

"We just want to have a drink!" Yang Xiaoji said very chicly, since the environment is so similar, then the tone should also learn from the Matrix.

The man in sunglasses replied very dryly: "I don't sell alcohol here, let's go and see somewhere else!"

The small door closed with a 'click', and it didn't give any face.

Yang Xiaoji just snorted coldly: "If you want me to eat the closed door, then you have to have the ability to kick the door open for me!"

The shovel and the old soy sauce, but no matter how much, the two of them raised their legs at the same time, and they kicked the metal gate to both sides.

The man in sunglasses behind the door rushed up and made a move, and was punched by the shovel and fainted directly.

Yang Xiaoji didn't even look at him, passed by the courtyard full of flowers, pushed the door and entered the bar.

It looks very inconspicuous from the outside, but inside the bar, it is very lively and stylish.

This style is mainly matched with red and black, giving people a feeling of warmth and calmness, fiery and solemn.

In the living room of more than 200 square meters, there are several sets of red home sofas and a few black tables around it, which looks more like someone's home.

And the decorations on the wall are also very meaningful, in addition to the traditional colored landscapes, there are some very festive 'Fu' words, which look ordinary, but the overall look is extremely perfect.

Even Yang Xiaoji saw the TV, radio and other objects in the hall, if he didn't know, he really thought he had broken into someone's house.

There are private rooms around, but it is more like a room, there is not even a door, but the curtain with glass beads is hanging and shining, shining under the light.

Whether sitting in the living room or sitting in the box, the voices are quiet, and everyone seems to be chatting happily.

At this time, on the small stage in the corner of the hall, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam dressed in classical costume sang a song 'Forgotten Time!' along with the music.

The voice is low and infectious, just like the rain falling outside, pouring out a person's loneliness and certain feelings.

Yang Xiaoji leaned on a pillar and quietly listened to this very emotional song.

And the cheongsam beauty also saw Yang Xiaoji, and the moment they looked at each other, it seemed that there was some kind of affection that touched each other's hearts, and the fluttering singing voice seemed to be just confiding and complaining to Yang Xiaoji.

The woman's mournful eyes and lightly opened her red lips, as if she had been waiting for a lover for centuries, finally set foot on her way home, and the drifting old man, how could she caress the lovesickness, and the return was still a young man.

When the hot and warm feeling was about to explode, more than a dozen people in black rushed into the hall from behind and went straight to Yang Xiaoji.

The man in sunglasses with a blue nose and swollen face pointed at Yang Xiaoji and shouted, "It's him, beat him for me!"

The shovel and the old soy sauce immediately blocked in front of Yang Xiaoji, and whoever rushed up would beat him.

The surrounding guests all hid to the side, but Yang Xiaoji still walked to the cheongsam beauty with a smile and continued to listen to the song that had not been sung.

Even a fight couldn't stop him from enjoying such a beautiful moment.

And in the voice of the cheongsam beauty, there was not the slightest panic, not even the slightest change in her expression, just like Yang Xiaoji, calm as water.

The fight over there was refreshing, and the cheongsam beauty sang a song of 'Your Eyes' in a row.

'Like a drizzle, it fell on the bottom of my heart, and it felt so mysterious......

seems to be talking about Yang Xiaoji's current eyes, with a hint of melancholy in tenderness, and a piece of joy in appreciation.

Even the cheongsam beauties seemed to have melted into his eyes.

There was a man in black who picked up the wine bottle and smashed it at Yang Xiaoji.

But Yang Xiaoji didn't move, his eyes didn't blink, and he still looked at the cheongsam beauty with a smile.

Even her gaze was surprised, but Yang Xiaoji was still unmoved.

Seeing that the wine bottle was about to smash on his head, the shovel over there grabbed a table and slapped it directly on the head of the man in black.

The tables were smashed to pieces, and the black man fell to the ground with his head broken and bleeding.

But Yang Xiaoji was still enjoying the singing of the cheongsam beauties, until the singing slowly disappeared, Yang Xiaoji clapped his hands very intoxicated.

The cheongsam beauty strolled off the stage, and a pair of black silk faintly appeared at the fork of the cheongsam, which really earned everyone's attention and aroused the fantasies of countless men.

But she walked straight to Yang Xiaoji's approach and smiled charmingly: "Now there are fewer and fewer people who can understand the song, and it is difficult to find a bosom friend, you are still the first one who can know what I am singing!"