When things got here, they had become more and more confusing, the bar was smashed, and Li Ye's suspicion was the biggest and most suspicious, but it was still the same sentence: everything is not that simple.

After thinking for a long time to no avail, Zhang Yang decided to ignore Li Ye, who was the most suspicious, for the time being, and instead replaced the subject of the investigation with Song Ke, as for the reason, it was very simple, Song Ke was easier to investigate than Li Ye.

The specific method is very simple, let Gao Xiaosong go to the communication room at the school gate to ask, see if the doorman saw Song Ke entering and leaving the school gate on the night of the incident, and then ask Song Ke's friends, as long as he knows his whereabouts on the night of the crime, he can easily identify the suspect.

In contemplation, the time slipped to more than 9:50, at this time, the singing on the stage had ended, and the customers knew that the bar was about to be sampled, so they let go of their voices and began to drink the wine in the glass, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the room became lively.

Awakened by the noise, Zhang Yang looked up at the old-fashioned table clock on the closet, only to find that the time had slipped to ten o'clock unconsciously:

"Ah~It's 10 o'clock~"

Turning his head to look around, many customers had already finished their glasses of sake and stood up from the tatami mats, apparently intending to leave.

"Ahh

Secretly complained about Wang Bin, Zhang Yang hurriedly greeted the customers who were about to leave with a smile:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot about the time just now, I'm really sorry~I'm sorry~"

"It's okay~As long as it's okay~"

"Brother Yang, you only sang one song tonight, and you must make it up tomorrow night~"

"No problem, as long as you can come tomorrow~~"

These old customers are very reasonable, and they don't blame too much, but they are enthusiastic to ask if the matter has been solved, whether they need help, etc., and they are embarrassed to be public.

"Wang Bin, why don't you know to remind me and hurt me...... Uh, what's wrong? ”

As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Yang, who was in a broken mind, was stunned by the situation in front of him, near the bar, Wang Bin was pushing each other with a tall and thin middle-aged man in a gray tunic, Gao Xiaosong and others were also around, talking about something, Zhang Yang thought he was in conflict with the guest, and hurriedly stepped forward to separate the two.

Although I can't figure out the situation, the customer is God, no matter who is right or wrong, the attitude in front of the customer is a must:

"Wang Bin, how many times have you told you that the customer is God, don't have a dispute with God......"

"Brother Yang~It's not what you think~"

"Brother Yang, you are mistaken~"

Seeing that he criticized Wang Bin indiscriminately as soon as he came up, Jin Li and the others around him hurriedly came up to explain, not only that, but even the tall and thin middle-aged man spoke out and persuaded:

"Little brother, it's not his fault, it's not his fault~"

"Huh?"

Now Zhang Yang can be regarded as confused, why are these two people pushing each other without an argument? Ballroom dancing? Seeing that he was still puzzled, Wang Bin hurriedly explained:

"Brother Yang, you misunderstood, I didn't quarrel with the customer, but because of this~"

After that, Wang Bin spread out his palm, Zhang Yang looked down, and in the middle of his palm, a one-yuan coin with a metallic luster was lying quietly on it.

"A dollar? What's wrong? Is it fake? ”

"How can it~I'll tell you~"

Listening to Wang Bin's narration, Zhang Yang realized that the two of them were pushing each other not because of any contradictions, but because of the dollar in Wang Bin's hand.

It's funny to say, this dollar is neither wine money nor compensation for broken items, but a service fee given by middle-aged people, which is commonly known as "tip".

Generally, Westerners will habitually press a small piece of money under the plate after eating in a restaurant, on the one hand, to show their gentlemanly demeanor, and on the other hand, to thank the waiter for their service, but this custom or habit only exists in the West, and there is no such habit in China.

The middle-aged man may have just come back from abroad, and before leaving, he habitually pressed a tip under the wine glass, where did Wang Bin know about the tip, thinking that it was accidentally left by the customer, and he had to return it to the middle-aged man when he caught up, and the middle-aged man who gave out the money would of course not take it back, although it had been explained that this was a tip, but Wang Bin still did not dare to accept it.

After listening to his narration, Zhang Yang was really a little crying and laughing, nodded helplessly at Wang Bin, and persuaded:

"Take it, this is the service fee given to you by Mr., it is a thank you for your service~"

"Service charge?"

"It's just that people thank you for helping to serve tea and pour water~"

Seeing that Wang Bin was still at a loss, Zhang Yang didn't bother to explain to him, and nodded directly at the middle-aged man:

"I thank you for Wang Bin~ In addition, I've caused you trouble~"

"Where~"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile:

"What kind of trouble is this~ Speaking of which, Boss Zhang knows a lot~"

"Hehe~I've been abroad for two years and know some of the habits of foreigners~"

"Oh?"

It was a polite gesture, but I didn't expect the middle-aged man to hear him say this, his eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly:

"Boss Zhang has also been abroad? in, UK, or, in, America (in the UK or US?) ）”

"America,New York,Where,are,you? (What about you?) ）”

For the middle-aged man's inquiry, Zhang Yang chose America without hesitation. Before the crossing, he did study in New York, USA for two years at the University of Finance and Management, and that "authentic" New York accent instantly gave middle-aged people a feeling of finding a soulmate.

“Me，too~”

The middle-aged man was so excited that he was about to pee, took his hand and began to talk about the hard days when he worked hard in the United States, and by the way, he also complained about the weirdness of the New York accent, and he was public, out of politeness, he could only listen to it, nodding and echoing from time to time.

As for Jin Li and the others, they were not interested in listening to his nonsense, so they had already run to help Wang Bin clean up the tables and chairs.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man finally finished talking, and then looked at Zhang Yang, still smiling, not feeling impatient at all because of his nagging, just this cultivation made the middle-aged man admire.

"I'm sorry, it's me nagging, let me introduce myself, my name is Li Ming, a Chinese-American~I just returned to China half a month ago~"

"My name is Zhang Yang, and I've been back for more than a month~"

Li Ming is also a self-acquaintance, after a simple acquaintance, he dragged Zhang Yang and talked about the things after returning to China, saying that he has a large musical instrument shop in Zhongguancun, and he will be ready to open in a few days, and he will invite some song and dance troupes to celebrate, speaking of inviting song and dance troupes, Li Ming seemed to think of something, stared at the table and began to be in a daze, Zhang Yang did not bother him when he saw this, but got up and put a glass of juice on the table.

After pondering for a minute, Li Ming finally came back to his senses, looked up at Zhang Yang, and his face was full of apologies:

"Sorry, I'm distracted again~"

"It's okay, let's drink some juice first~"

Zhang Yang smiled and waved his hand towards the juice on the table, signaling him to take a sip to moisten his throat first, but he didn't expect Li Ming to shake his head and ask directly:

"Brother Zhang Yang, I want to ask, does the resident singer in the bar run away?"

"Outside work?"

Zhang Yang's heart moved, although he didn't quite understand what he meant, but he could guess a little:

"Running out of the field?"

"Right~"

Zhang Yang is not stupid, combined with what he said before, he has already understood:

"Brother Li means the opening event of the musical instrument store?"

"Well~"

Li Ming nodded with a smile, picked up the juice on the table and took a sip:

"I think the level of resident singers is good, how is it? Interested in coming over? ”