Once again, a veil of mystery shrouded the Glowing Hall.

Boss Ding also retreated into the box, he felt that things were a little bigger, as if it was not within his control, he took out a pack of cigarettes, handed a root to everyone seat, lit it and smoked it by himself, and after taking two puffs, he looked at the madman.

"Mr. Hu, what's wrong tonight? Who are you messing with? I don't think the other party is good at stubble?"

"Of course not, it's not still a hard bone, but it's just a little low!" the madman smiled when he finished speaking.

Seeing that the CEO of Jiefeng Media, a literati portrait, can still smile so calmly with a polite manner, Boss Ding is not worried about them.

Those who do business are exquisite, and the ability to observe words and colors is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Look at the Kiko who just started, this person must be violent, and there is a guy who has always been frosty and said "The door is open!" from beginning to end.

Although he didn't know who the other party was, he certainly didn't mix it up! But the other party gave him a very bad impression, let's fight, let's fight, can I smash the labor-management vase with Nima? I still wear a mask, pretending that sooner or later I will be struck by lightning, thinking of Boss Ding, I feel a pain in my flesh, the vase of labor and management......

The people outside the box are waiting for what will happen next, anyway, this meal is not in vain, the stomach is full, and you can watch a kung fu movie, it's worth it!

"How much does the vase cost?" asked Kiko with a smile.

"I don't know, a friend sent it!" Mr. Ding replied.

"That's priceless, do you want compensation?" Xizi looked at Boss Ding seriously.

Boss Ding hesitated, he didn't know why the master who had just fought suddenly asked about his vase, but not only did he not understand, Mu Rongxiao and Dong Xiaolan looked at Brother Xi in confusion.

"Close, close now, someone will naturally compensate you for your losses, you just need to do this well!" the madman looked at Kiko and said.

Kiko smiled and nodded, it seems that the brothers who have been doing so for many years really have a good heart.

It's quiet again!

Boss Ding is entangled, he can believe that there is compensation, but he is afraid that something will happen, if he dies in his shop, then the decades-old store will not be guaranteed, and he can't explain to his old man......

"If it doesn't close, there will be compensation, but there are so many guests, if there is a case for the death of the boss, the boss's business should come to an end, right?" Qiu Han spoke again, with irresistible power in his voice.

Ponder, for a few seconds.

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to do this now!" Mr. Ding agreed.

"By the way, the heating pavilion next door has to stay, and the other people who come in with the murder weapon also have to stay, is a quarter of an hour enough for Boss Ding?" Hu Ji added, speaking unceremoniously.

He clearly heard that among the scolding voices was the person he had just beaten, and then things happened one after another, and he could think of it with his ass that this matter had nothing to do with the next door.

"Okay, just do what you ask, as long as you don't destroy my shop!" After speaking, Mr. Ding nodded, took a breath, opened the door again and walked out of Huanran Hall.

Outside the Huan Ran Hall, a group of dragons and phoenixes gathered again, and they rolled up their sleeves one by one in the winter, looking desperately declining.

In front of this group of people, there were four people standing in masks with general height, body shape, and hairstyle, just as Wang Qitu thought, how could the four demons around Mei Xiong act alone?

Wang Qitu looked at these four masked men, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart, thinking that it was a small matter to make a phone call, shake a team, and he could still pretend to be forced, and finally behave, maybe he could still hug the beauty back, come to her upside down, and now it seems that it is all in vain.

The situation is out of control, this kid still hasn't forgotten to pick up girls?

"New and old customers and friends, I'm sorry, our store is no longer open today, please leave quickly, this dinner in the evening is for me Ding, thank you, thank you for your cooperation!" Boss Ding shouted out at the top of his throat to break the strange scene.

"Why is it closed? Is this going to drive us away?"

"Who wants you to have a treat, is the boss amazing?"

"We still want to watch a play, boss, let's invite you to dinner, right?"

For a while, all kinds of voices were around, but they could all be heard with the same purpose: if you want to watch a play, it's not a big deal!

Boss Ding shook his head, didn't he expect that people nowadays are so excited?

"Close the door, turn off the lights, since you don't want to leave, don't go!" The voice came from the door on the first floor, shivering with cold.

The style of Jiang Haiqing is arranged like the courtyard in the north, the first floor is surrounded by scattered seats, the middle is an open space, there are some desks and some decorations such as Ming files, the private rooms on the second floor are around, the middle is empty, and the aisle is surrounded by a guardrail around the empty place, and the scene on the first floor can be clearly seen.

The lights are out!

The crowd began to stir!

The door is closed!

The crowd is starting to panic!

In about a minute, the lights came back on. The re-brightened restaurant fell silent once again.

"For the last time, to leave or not to leave?" the person came and snorted again!

The door reopened, and the people upstairs and downstairs scattered in all directions.

It turns out that I am still afraid of death...... What to pretend, come and think.

None of the people in the Huanran Hall got up, they still sat upright, chatting, drinking wine, but it was cold in autumn, and the madman's expression crossed a smile, and he instantly returned to calm.

When the guest turns off the lights once and turns on the lights, the psychological defense line is overwhelmed, after all, who is not afraid of death?

Those who were afraid of death and those who had nothing to do with themselves left one after another.

The door is closed again!

The hall has not moved!

The heating pavilion is not gone!

Let the man who turned off the lights walk to the second floor step by step, and with each step he takes, the strength of his feet increases by one point, and in the quiet night, he is unusually terrifying "Knock, knock, knock......"