Chapter 988: Amplifying Moves!

Zhang Yixing couldn't cry or laugh, and protested behind the two: "Senior Brother Sha, you can't be so domineering, right?" I'm not done yet? ā€

Shabelle pulled the girl to stop, turned around, stared at Zhang Yixing's eyes, he suddenly hugged the girl's shoulders, forced her to lean on herself, and in the girl's embarrassed little exclamation, he held his head high and said to Zhang Yixing: "I'm the domineering president, what's wrong?" Girl, your fish pond has been contracted by me, and in the future, you and this poor boy will be cut off! ā€

The girl smiled from ear to ear, and was dragged away by Shabei, leaving Zhang Yixing, who was stunned, sighing helplessly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This domineering big brother, he can't accept it, he can't use force to rob people, right?

Walking in front of the bar, Sha Bei planned to forcibly take the girls into their sphere of influence, but Yang An scolded him loudly: "Do you still talk about the rules of the game?" Whoever she chooses is up to her, you can't take her away! ā€

Sha Bei had no choice but to let go, and Sha Yi hurriedly stepped forward to offer courtesy, brought a soft stool to the girl, and asked her to sit in the middle of the forces on both sides.

Sun Honglei also came over, stood behind the girl, leaned down and asked earnestly: "Beauty, do you need a shoulder massage?" Scalp massage is also possible, I can loosen bones, and I am a first-class technician by beating my legs and back......"

The girls were about to suffocate with happiness, staring intently at these attentive stars, and smirked and enjoyed the services.

Yang An coughed lightly and asked, "Classmate, let's briefly introduce yourself first!" ā€

The girl said excitedly: "My name is Yang Yingying, and I am a sophomore at Hongfeng University of Technology and Business. ā€

Yang An asked, "Are you free at night?" We would like to invite you and your classmates to Huang Bo's solo concert, how many people can you invite? Don't say it, tell us quietly. ā€

Yang Yingying happily wrote down a number on the record board that the choreographer brought over, and did not let the guests see it.

Next, it's time for both sides to show their might and try to please as much as possible.

Huang Bo took the lead in making a move, he dragged a special bar stool from the side, sat directly in front of Yang Yingying, looked at her directly, and smiled with honey.

Yang Yingying's face turned red, and she didn't dare to look at each other, but she was soon amused by Huang Bo, not to mention how happy she was.

After laughing, Huang Bo pretended to ask in a deep voice, "Xiaoying, are you my fan?" ā€

Yang Yingying smiled: "Of course it is! ā€

"Then I'm in trouble now, would you like to help me?"

"Yes, yes! How can I help? ā€

"It's very simple, get the tickets from me, go back and send them to your classmates, and let them go to Hongfeng Stadium at 7 p.m. to listen to my solo concert, it's free!"

"Uh-huh!"

Huang Bo stood up with a smile, clapped his hands, turned around and chuckled at Yang An: "Look, it's not difficult at all, classmate Yingying is now my person!" ā€

Yang An didn't move, and motioned for Sha Yi to come out with a smile.

Sha Yi handed over a stack of tickets for Team A and said, "Xiaoying, take the red ticket stub of our A team, this is to support Yang An, support me, and support Zhang Yixing!" ā€

Huang Bo also handed over the tickets for Team B and pushed Sha Yi away: "Sha Yi, don't make trouble, Xiaoying is my fan, what's the matter with you?" Xiao Ying, support Sun Honglei, support Shabei, support me, please choose Team B and get the blue ticket stub! ā€

Yang Yingying was a little unsure: "Can I only choose one of the two teams in AB?" ā€

The two said in unison: "It must be!" ā€

Yang Yingying tilted her head cutely, thought about it, and sneered again: "I'll still choose Team A, Teacher Huang Bo I'm sorry, although I'm a fan of yours, I prefer ...... Brother Yixing~~~"

Huang Bo was dumbfounded, what's going on? What about helping him? In these days, where is the sincerity between people? What about not leaving and not breaking up?

Whew~~

The three members of Team A shouted excitedly and high-fived each other, and Zhang Yixing took the initiative to hug the little girl, making the little girl scream excitedly!

The second lucky person came in, he was a male employee of the nearby Zhongbai supermarket chain, and told the director in advance that it was estimated that 50 colleagues and family members could be found.

Shabei touched his chin: "Oh, you're going to work the night shift?" It's okay, we'll take care of your boss and let him take your vacation! ā€

Sha Yi was not to be outdone: "As long as you agree to choose our red team, I will immediately arrange a bus to pick up and drop off at the door of your supermarket, and we will cover all the expenses for coming and going." ā€

Sha Bei said: "How troublesome is it to charter a car? We promise that as long as you choose our blue team, you can be reimbursed for the round-trip taxi fare, all free travel! ā€

Everyone was stunned, even the taxi fare was reimbursed? Still all free travel? Is there a mistake, it's too exaggerated!

Yang An was indignant: "How can this be? If that's the case, then don't blame me for my big move. Brother, if you choose our RED team tickets, after watching the concert today, Sophie's Bar will invite you to drink for free and have a happy night for free! ā€

As soon as the words fell, the buddy didn't hesitate at all, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay, I'll choose the red team!" ā€

The three members of Team B were stunned, and the three members of Team A burst into laughter, very proud!

Yang An held a stack of ticket tickets and prepared to distribute them, and his shoulders shook with a smile: "How is it?" The temptation of free clubbing is still more tempting than your taxi fare, right? ā€

Huang Bo and the others looked at each other, how can this be played? Yang An is the behind-the-scenes boss of Sophie's Bar, and it's a matter of one sentence to give anyone a free order, how can this be compared?

"Not enough...... Ten is not enough...... Give forty more ......"

The male employee looked at Yang An with a smile and motioned for more tickets: "Thank you Brother Yang, I want to bring fifty colleagues here tonight!" Thank you boss~~~"

Fifty?!

Make no mistake!

This guy braggs, right?

Seeing the choreographer holding up a sign that indeed had 50 numbers written on it, Yang An was dumbfounded!

Hahahaha......

Huang Bo and the three of them covered their stomachs and laughed wildly, it was too dramatic!

Why is this a big pit of fifty people?

Also free drinks, free carnival, Yang An can't pay for the past tonight?

Sophie's bar consumption is the highest in the city's bar industry, 300 bars, 1200 low consumption of scattered tables, 4000 low consumption of card seats, complete varieties of alcohol, no cap on alcohol, there are many local tyrants who throw hundreds of thousands of eyes in one night, and small white-collar workers drink some beer at the bar to chat and listen to songs, and hundreds of dollars can also spend a pleasant night.

The money is easy to say, the key is that this admission ticket is difficult to obtain, especially the free drinks and carnival for 50 people, everyone thought that Yang An would regret it.

Who knew that after sending away the second winner, Yang An smiled and said: "It's only 50 people, it's nothing!" Thank you for your good ideas, please come and drink for free, what a great idea, I'm sure no one will say no. ā€

Money is a good thing, but how can Yang An be a money-deficient master?

He didn't expect it before, but now he can combine Huang Bo's concert with a bar carnival celebration, so that the attraction of inviting the audience is great, and it can definitely kill any temptation proposed by Team B!

"Don't think you're going to buy people's hearts!"

"Hurry, next! Next! We have the ultimate too! ā€

In the unanimous disdain of Huang Bo and the three, the third lucky winner came in, a middle-aged man with his back to the guest, writing down the number 100, which made the choreographer a little surprised.