According to Lin Peiwen's experience and judgment, generally if this situation occurs, someone wants to cover the field and then charge protection money.

Because if there is always a problem in the field, and the original person who collects protection money cannot solve it, then the owner of the field will naturally join other gangs.

The general gang knows that the bar street is the land of the Star Dragon Gang, and they will not take the idea of this place lightly, of course, it is not excluded that some ignorant stunned young people come to grab business, but every time they run so fast, they seem to know the power of the Star Dragon Gang.

Lin Peiwen thought for a while and asked Manager Zhang, "In your opinion, will they come today?"

Manager Zhang finally said the matter, let out a long breath, and his voice became relaxed: "It's hard to say!"

"When does it usually show up?"

"Not necessarily!"

"! you know what the hell!"

Manager Zhang showed an ugly smile in the face of Lin Peiwen's scolding, and at this time the bartender ran back and just relieved him.

The bartender was sweaty and panting, and looked like he had just exercised.

He put a bottle of Red Star Erguotou in front of Lin Peiwen, and said breathlessly, "Miss Lin...... ...... the wine you wanted."

Lin Peiwen glanced at the bartender and gave a suggestion: "Look at how tired you are, have time to exercise more!"

Lin Peiwen didn't know how many miles the bartender had to run to buy this bottle of wine, which was only worth a few dollars.

Although the bartender felt very aggrieved, he just smiled bitterly and did not say anything.

Lin Peiwen took out two hundred-yuan bills and patted them in front of the bartender: "The rest are used as tips!"

The bartender thanked him for putting away the money, and didn't ask Lin Peiwen if she needed anything, and immediately hid aside to greet the other guests.

Lin Peiwen unscrewed the lid of the red star second pot head, took a breath into the bottle, and then asked Pang Jindong: "What do you want to drink?"

Pang Jindong smiled: "I'll go put some water first, and then drink it!"

Pang Jindong went to the bathroom to solve the internal urgency and returned to the bar, and found Lin Peiwen chatting with a man very warmly.

This man** is about thirty years old, very inappropriate wearing a suit and a pair of gold-wire glasses, which seems to be very gentle at first glance, but Pang Jindong thinks it is a little obscene no matter how he looks at it.

Pang Jindong sat behind the man and smiled ambiguously at Lin Peiwen, Lin Peiwen noticed Pang Jindong from the corner of her eye, but did not say anything, but continued to chat with the man.

Lin Peiwen looked very interested, but Pang Jindong could see at a glance that it was all disguised.

Pang Jindong asked for a glass of AK47 vodka, listened to the chat between the two while drinking, and slowly figured out the origin of this man.

Although Pang Jindong has been with Lin Peiwen not far away, he has never been noticed.

Not long after Pang Jindong got up to go to the bathroom just now, Lin Peiwen made a call to her subordinates, because she knew that there was always a problem at the Xhosa Bar, so she planned to transfer a group of younger brothers to the town.

As soon as Lin Peiwen put down the phone, the man sat down beside her and asked with a flattering smile, "Beauty, can I invite you to a glass of wine?"

Lin Peiwen raised the red star second pot head in her hand: "I already have it!"

"That's a pity!" the man said, looking at the trademark of the red star second pot, first stunned for a moment, and then said: "When you finish drinking, I'll invite you again, okay?"

Even a fool can see what the other party's purpose is, let alone Lin Peiwen's ** lake.

Lin Peiwen has seen a lot of all kinds of people, but this man has no new ideas in comparison, and his methods are too old-fashioned.

However, Lin Peiwen felt that she had nothing to do anyway, so she looked the other party up and down, and simply chatted casually: "Then wait until I drink well!"

The man tried to make his smile look a little more attractive, but it only turned out to be more obscene.

He stretched out his right hand and introduced himself: "My surname is Li, what do you call a beauty?"

"It's okay to call me a beauty. Lin Peiwen looked at the other party's hand, then picked up the wine and took a sip without holding it at all.

This nail is neither soft nor hard, which makes the man surnamed Li feel very embarrassed.

He withdrew his hand, tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and asked Lin Peiwen again: "May I ask where the beauty is high?"

"Tell me what you are doing first!" Lin Peiwen didn't even look at the other party this time.

"I'm in banking. ”

"Fiddling with money at the window?"

"No......" The man surnamed Li lifted his glasses and replied solemnly: "To be precise, I opened a bank!"

"Oh, so you're a banker?" This identity made Lin Peiwen a little interested, but this interest was not focused on how many assets the banker would have, but because she suddenly remembered that Pang Jindong had a New Century Bank, and now she can be called a banker.

What's more, it remains to be verified whether the man surnamed Li in front of him is a real banker, and many men will boast about how powerful they are when they pursue girls, and titles such as entrepreneur, department head, and head of a government agency are common.

In fact, it is very likely that they are just selling vegetables at the farmers' market, and it just so happens that business is very good today, so they ran out with a few bucks to be chic.

In other words, the reason for Lin Peiwen's change in attitude was that she thought of Pang Jindong, not how much money the man in front of her might have.

Coincidentally, at this time, Pang Jindong sat behind Banker Li and squeezed his eyes at Lin Peiwen mischievously.

Banker Li had no way of understanding Lin Peiwen's thoughts, but when he noticed the change in Lin Peiwen's attitude, his interest couldn't help but rise, and his tone became more urgent: "Yes, others call us that, but for us, no matter what industry we are engaged in, we must reflect the value of our lives." ”

"Oh, which bank are you from?"

"Guess the beauty!" Banker Li said, his eyes greedily scanning Lin Peiwen's chest back and forth, and from time to time he probed downward.

Lin Peiwen sat on the chair and spread her legs slightly, and the slit opened again at an attractive angle, but the lights inside the bar were dim, and Lin Peiwen was facing the bar frontally, so unless she got into her skirt, she didn't want to see anything clearly.

"It definitely won't be a state-owned bank like the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China or the Agricultural Bank of China, it should be a private bank!" Lin Peiwen answered the question casually, looked over the shoulder of Bank Li and looked at Pang Jindong, and found that the latter was listening to this conversation with relish, "Beauty is so smart." Banker Li raised the cup in his hand, as if he wanted to toast to Lin Peiwen, but Lin Peiwen didn't pay attention to this action at all. So he could only take a sip of wine alone in a very boring way, and then continued: "Our bank has not been established for a long time, but the business development in all aspects is very smooth, and the amount of money handled every day is currently reaching three or four hundred million. ”

"So your bank is very large!"

Pang Jindong listened hard to this conversation amid the deafening music in the bar, and from the very beginning concluded that the banker surnamed Li was a swindler, and the scammer was very inferior, and he had a fight with the female scammer who claimed to be the manager of the investment company.

However, Pang Jindong did not try to remind Lin Peiwen, because Lin Peiwen must have seen a lot of similar things, and this little trick is as ridiculous to her as Zhou Zhenglong's South China Tiger.

Hearing this figure of Banker Li, Pang Jindong felt that he did not brag too outrageously, because he said "the amount handled" rather than "turnover" or "profit".

Even for ordinary private banks, it is normal for depositors to deposit and withdraw billions of dollars per day, and it is difficult to say how much profit they can make.

But Banker Li's next words were tantamount to putting the South China Tiger Photo and the New Year Tiger together, making Pang Jindong almost squirt out the wine in his mouth.

Perhaps because he was sure that Lin Peiwen had become interested in herself, Banker Li not only became a little proud: "Our daily task is 300 million, if we can't collect this number, we have to make up the difference ourselves." ”

This sentence is equivalent to announcing that the 300 million is a profit, regardless of whether it is gross profit or net profit, which is an astronomical figure, which means that there will be 1 trillion in a year.

Not to mention the New Century Financial Bank, even if all the five major state-owned commercial banks are combined, it will not be able to reach it, and it must be known that even Citibank's annual profit is only more than $10 billion.

Even in the Turkish lira, the world's least valuable currency, such a profit would be enough for Citibank to work hard for several years.

Pang Jindong looked at Lin Peiwen and found that he was staring at Banker Li with bright eyes, and began to think about whether to remind her.

Lin Peiwen has never been fooled by this obscene banker, and when she heard that the other party could boast like this, she became more and more interested, wanting to see what he could finally blow the cowhide to.

Lin Peiwen pretended to be very interested and asked, "So you are very rich?"

Banker Li was modest this time: "Where, where, it's just a little bit of living expenses!"

"Then can you invite me to a good drink?" Lin Peiwen said and leaned over to Banker Li, looking as if she was pretending to be charming to seduce the other party, but she was not good at this after all, and her expression and movements looked very jerky.

The best thing to do at this point is Tang Yun, who can inadvertently reveal all kinds of style, seducing men to madness.

If it was Tang Yun who was sitting here at this time, then I am afraid that Bank Li's nostrils would be like a faucet spraying nosebleeds.

However, despite Lin Peiwen's poor acting skills, Banker Li is also a little confused at this time. He took a good look at Lin Peiwen from top to bottom, especially paying attention to the round legs and towering breasts, and couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be able to hold such a stunner in his arms.

He gritted his teeth and decided to make a blood: "What kind of wine do you want to drink?"

"Let's have a bottle of Black!" said Lin Peiwen, holding out her finger and ticking at the bartender.

The knife that kills people, the wine that kills people, the price of wine can kill people, and Banker Li was still a little uneasy in his heart, but when he heard that Lin Peiwen just asked for a bottle of Black Formula, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Generally speaking, the wine that people often drink in clubs is only Black Label, Veborois, Gin, etc., and the slightly better ones such as Hennessy are no more than two or three thousand yuan.

The reason why Banker Li is so generous is that he is sure that people will not come here to drink top wine, so the bar will not prepare too expensive wine, even if Lin Peiwen wants it, I am afraid that he will not be able to get it.

What he didn't know was that the 1973 Patus in the Xhosa Bar had a market price of more than 15,000 yuan a bottle, and here it has doubled to more than 30,000 yuan.

It's just that Lin Peiwen didn't plan to slaughter Banker Li, because this was too uncreative, and Lin Peiwen's mind was completely different.

The bartender tried to stay away and keep himself as busy as possible, so as not to notice him.

When Lin Peiwen's finger stretched out, he still found it at the first time, and ran over like a gust of wind, smiling and asking, "What do you need?"

Lin Peiwen replied lightly: "A bottle of black square." ”

The bartender noticed Banker Li from the beginning, looked at it carefully, and immediately sighed in his heart.

Although Banker Li doesn't seem to be very likeable, after all, he is also a lively life, and the bartender can't help but feel compassion when he sees him dying.

But the bartender didn't know how to remind the banker Li that the beautiful woman in front of him was a devil who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, and he didn't dare to risk it.

When the bartender saw Lin Peiwen's interested expression, he knew that she was planning to have a good time tonight.

The bartender put the wine in front of Lin Peiwen with a heavy heart, feeling like he was an accomplice to the murderer.

Lin Peiwen poured herself and Banker Li a glass of wine, and was about to raise a glass to persuade the wine, when she suddenly heard a noise not far away, and a very sharp man's voice kept scolding: "you, don't you know that you stepped on Lao Tzu? I just bought these shoes today, and I spent 3,000 yuan, and I obediently paid the money to Lao Tzu, so I should have never happened!"

"Oh, it seems that the trouble is coming!" When Lin Peiwen realized this, she did not observe the scene of the incident, but immediately looked at Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong saw the whole thing in his eyes, in fact, it was very simple to say, a young man in his twenties with a girl had just come in from outside, looking like a couple.

As they passed through the aisle to find a seat, they accidentally stepped on the foot of a man next to them, who jumped up, screamed and cursed, and surrounded the couple with his companions.

The aisles in the bar are very narrow, the tables are small, and it is not uncommon for a circle of people to sit around and have a little physical collision with passers-by.