Recalling the past, "Dear Mr. Ghosn, the 'first love' you are looking forward to has arrived!", the bartender skillfully wiped the bar counter in front of Mr. Ghosn with a clean rag again, and put a coaster on his hand, "Do you want this, or do you want anything else?"

Ghosn's eyes lit up, and he tapped his finger on the bar, "Is it finally here?" After the bar ran out of the first love drink, Mr. Ghosn also went to other bars, some bars didn't know had this kind of wine, and some bars used to have it, but they were all sold out.

At the same time, there are two other bars that have this wine, but none of them are genuine. Although there is a hint of bitterness when drinking, it is far less bitter than the bitterness of first love, which can give people a feeling of long aftertaste, just like a skilled woman wearing a red dress outside the glass curtain wall of a high-end restaurant, staring at the beautiful woman who is also wearing a red dress in the restaurant, but is noble and dignified.

Maybe the clothes are the same, but the inside is completely different.

"Don't worry, the Wild Rose Bar is reputable!", the bartender quickly brought the first love with the ice cubes to the table, the dim light and the ice cubes in the wine glass reflected the intoxicating luster, smelling the special fragrance, Ghosn felt that his heart was about to get drunk. He couldn't wait to take a sip, and the whole person relaxed in an instant. At this moment, he once again entered a lonely and independent world.

In this world, there is only one man, a glass of wine, and a lonely moonlight. He was completely immersed in his own world, and the wine in his glass became less and less, until even the last drop was sucked into his mouth by his neck tilted up.

Ha took a breath with the smell of alcohol, and his sad gaze slowly lifted from the wine glass, rising, until his gaze fell on the bartender's face, "Is this bottle newly opened?", the bartender nodded, first love is very marketable and famous among young and middle-aged drinkers at this stage, but for young people, they can't feel the desolation of losing a loved one in their first love, and being at a loss is like wandering in the desert, so if you don't take the initiative to ask, the bartender is not happy to recommend this wine.

Ghosn was the first guest to have a "taste" this evening, so this bottle was opened for him.

Looking at the bartender's affirmative reply, Ghosn smiled, "Give me all this bottle, and when I'm almost done, fill it for me." ”

Ghosn didn't ask for the price, and the bartender wouldn't take the initiative to tell the price of a bottle, because for guests who can consume at the Wild Rose Bar, a bottle of wine won't make them feel distressed, and it's impossible not to get the money!

The price of a whole bottle of wine is set at 22 yuan, about 750 milliliters, and you can divide four glasses and a little more, and the price of each glass is 6 yuan, and buying a bottle at once is 22. This is a very common and normal sales philosophy, and it is also accepted by everyone.

Mr. Ghosn, who was silent in his memories of the past, soon became a little smoky, and he softly hummed one of the most popular songs after his formal relationship with the girl, a love song. He still remembered the lyrics, but he didn't want to sing them, the sentences yearning for beauty, happiness, and the lyrics full of sweetness were like a knife, and he couldn't sing them. But even if it's humming, it's a kind of torture and injury to the self, the once beautiful love can't match the reality, and the firm vow at the beginning is like a work of art, which will be broken when touched.

Love?

He chuckled, shook his head, hummed a song, and drank his wine, and he was the only one in the world.

At some point, a young and cheerful female voice suddenly mixed with his sad voice, which made him a little stunned and a little angry.

No one likes to be interrupted by someone else while they are indulging in something. His light and clear voice quickly freed him from his own world, and he struggled to get out, but he couldn't resist the unspeakable power. He jerked his head up and followed the voice to the left, but before the anger on his face and the rebuke in his throat could be revealed, he froze.

A girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing not very expensive clothes, her golden hair was a little scattered and tied behind her head, and a few strands of hair escaped the confinement of the hairpin, and naturally hung down her sideburns. The girl has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a very delicate girl, her simple and simple appearance actually faintly coincides with the girl in Ghosn's memory. He looked at the girl, and the girl looked at him, and she laughed, not knowing if she realized something.

She smiled very sweetly, like a delicate dessert, and there was a hint of sweetness in her heart before she even tasted it.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but hum this song when I heard you hum it, I'm really sorry if I disturbed you!", the girl was very generous, not timid, or arrogant, which made Ghosn feel like a spring breeze.

He was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, and he didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, so he stood up in a bit of a panic and sat back down, "Yes...... No, I mean, it didn't bother me. Can you ask a question?", the girl nodded, and Ghosn asked with some trepidation, "Why do you have this song? This is a song from more than ten years ago." ”

The girl's eyes were finished with a crescent moon when she laughed, "Because the melody is good, and I yearn for the lyrics in the song, the kind of love that is almost so happy that it makes people jealous, isn't everyone looking forward to it?"

In a trance, Ghosn felt as if he had traveled back in time to twenty years ago. The girl, who was wearing her brother's undershirt and her brother's pants, looked at him in the sun, and she said, "I love this song, I like the kind of love that is almost perfect to the point of jealousy in the lyrics, so I love this song because I am also looking forward to this kind of love."

It has to be said that Mr. Ghosn is really good-looking, he is like a bait with a strong and seductive scent, and the women are fish. The fish were willing to be taken away by the hook in order to taste the bait of the man.

Ghosn's eyes were a little moist, and the hazy mist made it impossible for him to tell whether he was in reality or hallucination. Perhaps it is because of the philosopher's saying that when men begin to shed tears, God will have mercy.

The girl involuntarily approached him and sat down next to him, "What's wrong with you?", she asked, holding his hand.

Ghosn came back to his senses and wiped away the tears that had filled his eyes, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm so sorry to have seen my embarrassing side, I thought about some things from the past, so I ......"

"Do I have the pleasure of listening to it?"

Ghosn's heart pounded violently twice, and he nodded vigorously, "Of course you can!"

When the bar closed, the bartender shook his head with a smile while sweeping the floor, not expecting that Mr. Ghosn, who had never been pretentious to women, would fall in love with a girl who was only sixteen years old at first sight, which was hard to believe was true. He sighed faintly, for the first time in the bartender he had been here for the first time from the heartfelt smile on Mr. Ghosn's face.

The quiet distribution of first love did not encounter silence, and the stable sales volume made all the merchants who chose to take risks stabilize their hearts. If the first love made them not worry that this batch of wine would fall on their hands, then the snow elves made them almost laugh out of their teeth regardless of decency.

Young people are very fond of the unique cold taste of the Snow Elves, and the Dynamic Zone Bar, which is mainly aimed at young people, sold two boxes of Snow Elves on the first night!

This is still without a wide range of word-of-mouth promotion and bar wall advertising to produce such a burst of sales, a golden glorious avenue has appeared in front of the eyes of many bar owners.

On the other side, Durin calmly sat in the conference room on the second floor at 117 Queen's Road.

This is the house he rented, with a total of three floors, and the rent for a month is three hundred and twenty yuan. At first, Graff thought that renting only one floor would be enough, but Durin did not listen to his advice, after all, Graff's head was full of muscles, and it was difficult to explain to him why he rented three floors in one go.

At this time, at the large table in front of Doolin, Graff and Dover were standing at the window, smoking, but their attention was on Dürin's side. Five girls are counting money. The small tin boxes were opened, rolls of cash popped out, and the girls excitedly and with a hint of fear stacked the money on the table according to the size of the denomination, and counted them clearly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the last coin was pinched by the girl's little white hand and thrown into a cup with a crisp crashing sound.

Graff walked over to Doolin's side, nervously clutching the back of his chair behind him.

Durin crossed his legs, his face unrecognizably nervous. In fact, he already has an approximate figure in his heart about how much he sold today and how much money he can get back.

He looked at the girl on his right and asked, "How much is it?"