The name of the "Poets' Club" is romantic, and the interior is also very romantic, with those labels that are characteristic of equestrian enthusiasts. Behind the bar, an entire wall is decorated with countless nested saddles, each branded with a shield-shaped medal, and the good wines of various degrees are neatly stacked in the gaps of the saddles, and the higher the price, the closer to the ceiling. When the guests order wine, the waiter will give them a horse pole and ask them to set the wine they like accurately, and there are only three chances, if they don't win three times, then they can only choose any bottle of wine in the set.

The guests all loved this game, with a bit of luck and a little gambling in it, and some of the guests would set up a wine that was several times more expensive than their favorite wine, and had to pay for it in the midst of the laughter and laughter in the room.

When Suzan stepped into the club, she felt that everyone in the room was laughing at the same time, and her eardrums were first uncomfortable, and then she was bumped by two men who were stumbling and hugging each other.

“Sorry！ Belle! Didn't see you! One of the red-faced men raised his glass to her in apology.

Su Zan has a big head, are the people here so high? She turned her head to look out the window, the red sun was on the head, and it was not yet night.

"Yo, girl, do you want to have something? First time here? The bartender smiled at her.

"Oh, thanks, I'll find a friend first." Su Zan said slightly embarrassed.

The bartender seemed to be very understanding and made a "please" gesture.

She left the noisy bar area and walked deeper into the club, the voices fading away, and the atmosphere became quieter the further inside.

Suzan's curiosity was opened, and the club was quite interesting, as if it had been divided into two worlds by two very different atmospheres.

There are a large number of equestrian equipment in this area, some are very new, some are very old, but they are all neatly arranged, and different equipment is classified and coded according to different scenes, showing the traces of the owner's care. People sat around in twos and threes, some holding one or two utensils in their hands to communicate, and some quietly enjoying the tea and food on the table together, obviously not caring about the noise outside.

She picked a table and sat down, took off her coat, and after a while, the waiter came over with a small tray and placed a glass of lemonade and a small plate of peanuts in front of her.

"Thank you." Su Zan politely took the water bill that was handed to her hand at the same time, and began to pretend to be serious and opened it, to her surprise, the prices of wine and food on the list were very reasonable.

"French fries and chicken wing root, a glass of iced latte, thank you!" She ordered something good and returned the order to the waiter.

"Wait," she called out to the waiter who was about to leave, "are these harnesses for sale?" ”

"It's for sale, but we usually take large orders, and we don't say much to individuals."

"Bulk orders, like horse farms?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Like the Eastern Suburbs Racecourse?"

Somehow, after hearing Su Zan's question, the waiter's face changed, and he looked at her a little strangely.

Su Zan was inexplicably surprised, and after a moment, he chuckled in his heart, intuition that he might have asked some stupid question.

Fortunately, the waiter didn't continue to dwell on this issue, just smiled politely at her, and then left with the list.

Su Zan was still secretly thinking about the misfortune just now, only to hear a man's voice beside him: "This club is one of the properties under the Eastern Suburbs Racecourse, ma'am, your question just now seems to be very unprofessional, and it looks like a person who has come to touch porcelain." ”

Su Zan turned his head to look at the person who spoke, and saw a well-dressed man in his mid-thirty-fifth who was looking at him with interest. An orange square scarf peeked out of the pocket on the front of his suit vest, and the watch on his wrist almost blinded her.

"Touching porcelain? How do you say that? She looked away and asked.

The orange scarf man smiled slightly: "The people who come here have no worries about food and clothing, and they dare not say that they are free of wealth, but at least they are all decent classes in this city." So, there are always some good-looking little girls who show up here on sunny mornings on weekends. ”