As he spoke, Yi Cheng's mobile phone rang. He took it out and looked at it, and it was a number he didn't recognize.

After answering, a very young baritone came from the earpiece: "Hello, is it Yi Cheng?"

"It's me, who?"

The other party laughed a few times: "My surname is Wen, and my name is Wen Jiayu." I'm at the Soho Bar, come and sit down?"

Yi Cheng was stunned, and then sneered.

Needless to say, he also knew that this Wen Jiayu must be the son of the Organization Minister of the Provincial Party Committee, and this time he wanted to compete for the biggest competitor of the order.

And this guy seems to have a lot of skills, and he can get his own private phone number so quickly.

Although he wondered why he was looking for himself to go out to meet, Yi Cheng would not be afraid. He replied simply, "Okay, I'll see you later." ”

After hanging up the phone, He Aike asked beside him, "Chengcheng, what's the matter?"

"Little thing, go out and meet a friend. Yi Cheng said with a smile.

"Oh, come back early. "My son has his own communication, and He Aike will not interfere too much.

He asked the taxi driver to pull over, got out of the car and took another taxi himself, and soon arrived at the door of the Soho bar.

After getting out of the car, he was about to call back the number, but found that a message had already been sent with the box number written in it.

Yi Cheng raised his legs and walked inside. The deafening music poured out like a tidal wave, and Yi Cheng felt a tremor as soon as he walked to the door. He frowned, not liking the feeling.

Some people feel that coming to the bar and being crazy and wanton is a kind of venting. He felt that it was just anesthetizing and numbing himself.

Of course, he can't interfere with other people's clubbing, but he himself will not set foot in such a place as long as he can.

Walking into the bar, a burst of perfume mixed with the smell of sweat came, and Yi Cheng raised his hand to gently cover his nose.

Under the flickering neon lights, even a girl with only three points of color looked like a seven-point look, but Yi Cheng was not interested, and walked through the group of people dressed sexily and writhing wildly without squinting.

As soon as I came to the box, I heard laughter from inside, some men pretending to laugh heartily, and some women laughing coquettishly.

Yi Cheng opened the curtain and entered, and there were 8 people sitting in front of the small table, 3 men and 5 women, sitting staggered.

The women are all beautiful, dressed cool and sexy. One of the men was as thin as a bamboo pole and had a thick Adam's apple, and one of the facial features looked okay, but no matter how you looked at it, he had a kind of obscene temperament. There is another one, twenty-seven or eight years old, who doesn't look tall, but he has a powdery face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a top handsome guy.

Yi Cheng stood still at the door and said expressionlessly: "I'm Yi Cheng!"

The eyes of several people glanced at the same time, and the thin bamboo pole frowned, obviously not hearing clearly, and said, "Friend, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the most handsome man smiled and said, "Brother Yi Cheng, I'm Wen Jiayu." You're coming so fast. Sit down!"

Yi Cheng found a vacant seat and sat down. There were several bottles of wine on the small table, Wen Niangyu made a look, and immediately a long-haired beauty wrapped up, and poured a glass of Remy Martin for Yi Cheng with a smile, "Handsome guy, let's have a drink!"

Yi Cheng picked up the wine glass and tasted it.

Wen Jiayu smiled and introduced, "Huang Ziyuan." He pointed to the thin bamboo pole again: "Liu Mingtang, they are all my brothers." ”

Both of them smiled, not making a sound. It can be seen that the protagonist here is Wen Jiayu.

Yi Cheng nodded. "Brother Wen called me over, I don't know what happened. ”

In fact, he knew what Wen Jiayu was doing when he asked him to come over, but he just pretended to be confused and wanted to see how Wen Jiayu made a move.

"Drink, drink first. Although it is the first time we have met, we are friends when we are fated to get together, come, have a drink!"

Yi Cheng smiled indifferently, picked up the wine glass and touched it with him, but he still only took a sip and put it down.

Huang Ziyuan looked very dissatisfied, and shouted: "Why do you keep so much, raise fish? Come on, come on, drink it." ”

Yi Cheng just didn't hear it.

Liu Mingtang, a thin bamboo pole, frowned, and said, "Brother, you're boring, let you drink wine, you should drink medicine, hurry up!"

Yi Cheng still didn't say a word, but he didn't raise a glass.

Wen Jiayu couldn't sit still and coughed lightly. The long-haired beauty beside Yi Cheng said angrily: "Brother Cheng, give me some face, everyone comes out to play, just want to be happy, drink the wine first to be happy." ”

Yi Cheng just looked at Wen Jiayu and smiled.

Wen Jiayu had always had a confident smile on his face before, but then he put away his smile and said lightly: "You don't want to make friends with me." ”

"We weren't friends in the first place. Brother Wen, if you have something, just say it, my time is precious, and I don't want to waste it here. ”

Yi Cheng was so faceless, and several people had anger on their faces. Wen Jiayu's voice was cold: "Okay, then I'll say it directly." You can't eat this list from the Public Security Bureau, give it up. ”

Yi Cheng had expected this to be the case, and he didn't get angry, just smiled faintly: "Whether I can eat or not, it's not up to you to decide." ”

Thin bamboo pole Liu Mingtang leaned forward, and was about to speak with an angry face, Wen Jiayu waved his hand to stop him, put on a fake smile again, and said hehehe: "Brother Yi, this list, you also know, oil and water are actually not very good." If we fight back and forth, we won't have enough to eat. This time, you sell me face, as long as you quit, I will introduce you to other businesses. ”

Yi Cheng shook his head with a smile and didn't speak.

Liu Mingtang, a thin bamboo pole, couldn't help it, and said with a sneer: "I don't understand, your small company that has only been established for a few months, you want no people, you want technology or no technology, why do you want to fight with Brother Yu? Brother Yu came to talk to you to give you face." If you want me to say, everyone competes, you think your small company can compete?"

With this kind of person, Yi Cheng didn't want to be angry, so he smiled and didn't speak.

After Liu Mingtang finished singing with a black face, Wen Jiayu came to sing with a red face again, and persuaded with a smile: "Brother Yi, I know that if you don't fight, you will definitely feel uncomfortable." But first, you can't win, and you know this in your heart. Second, if we fight back and forth and push the price down, no one will be able to make money. ”

Yi Cheng didn't take this to heart at all. He didn't fight for this list to make money! It's a pity that these people didn't understand it.

Wen Jiayu said: "Otherwise, you take a step back, and I will compensate you for your losses." 100,000 yuan, how about it? Your small company can't make 100,000 yuan a month. ”

Yi Cheng finally couldn't hold back and laughed. "Brother Wen, you're too good at telling jokes. ”

Wen Jiayu's hypocritical smile faded, and her face was ugly: "It seems that Brother Yi, you must fight with me." ”

"I drank the wine, and I heard what I should have heard. If nothing else," Yi Cheng stood up, "then I'll go first." ”