Silence pervades the space.

In the middle of the night, a young man pushed open the door and walked into the only lighted shop on the street.

It's a bar, to be exact, a café in the morning, and someone takes over in the evening and turns into a bar.

And this bar is also a hidden bar.

The young man didn't know about it, so he walked in without hesitation, found a place at the counter and sat down.

"Hello, what would you like to drink?" Behind the counter stood a man, white and tender, who looked to be in his early twenties.

"Just have a drink." The young man said, pinching his eyebrows.

After graduating from college, he worked steadily in a company for two years, but two days ago, a new person came and was the son of a friend of the boss, who framed him everywhere, causing him to be fired by the boss today.

With no stable source of income, the young man thought that his father would definitely scold him if he found out, and held his forehead in distress.

"Hello, your wine." The waiter pushed the wine in front of him and smiled shyly.

"Thank you." The young man spoke weakly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

The liquid slid down his throat as if it were burning, and a strong smell of alcohol rushed to his head.

But the young man was not drunk.

He drank a decent amount of alcohol, and I don't know if it was family genetics or what, but he could drink more than some of his friends.

"You look sad and need me to have a drink with you." The waiter stood behind the counter, smiling, revealing a worldly atmosphere that should not be possessed at this age.

"Whatever." The young man said lightly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

In this way, the waiter and the young man drank two or three glasses.

The young man was still not drunk, but the waiter seemed to be drunk.

The waiter looked at the young man, his eyes gradually blurred.

The young man was actually very handsome, although his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he looked tired, but he couldn't hide his handsome face.

"I—" The waiter suddenly grabbed the young man's hand, startling the young man.

"What's wrong?" The young man twitched his hand back and looked at it strangely.

"Sir, can you ......?" said the waiter.

"I can't." Suddenly, a hand was placed on the waiter's shoulder.

"Old, boss—" The waiter turned his head to look over, and a tall man with white hair and an old face stood beside him.

"Look at you, and you're drinking with guests without permission, go, wash your face." The corners of the boss's mouth went up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Oh, oh..." the waiter's face suddenly turned red, and with his head down, he turned around and ran out of the counter.

"Are you alright?" The old man turned his face to look at the young man holding his head, and smiled slightly.

"It's fine." The young man replied briefly, as if he had no idea what had just happened.

"You're here for the first time." The old man asked, sitting on a stool behind the counter.

"Yes." The young man nodded, not knowing why, he always had the urge to talk to the old man.

"Look at how handsome you look, don't come here alone at night in the future." The old man said, smiling gently.

"Yes. It's okay, it doesn't matter, and besides, this kind of thing isn't a big deal, is it?. The young man took a sip of his wine and said nonchalantly.

A flash of light flashed in the old man's eyes, but he quickly returned to his original appearance, and he smiled and inquired about the young man's experience.

The young man told him one by one—he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

As he spoke, the young man cried.

He felt that his life was a failure.

The old man listened all the time and did not speak.

"Otherwise, I'll work here in the future. It just so happens that there is also a disadvantage bartender here... Do you know how to bartend? When the young man calmed down, the old man proposed. Then come to mind, ask questions.

"Yes, I used to work part-time during the college holidays." The young man replied.

"That's great. Then you can come to work for an internship from tomorrow, and your salary is 5,000 in the first month, and your salary is between 6,000 and 8,000 in the second month. If you do a particularly good job, you will also be given a raise. The old man didn't know why he was smiling so happily.

"By the way, what's your name?" The old man looked at the young man and asked.

"Shen Qing. Three points of water clear. ”

"Hey Shen Qing, why is your salary so high, boss! Are you partial to him! In the bar, a bartender asked Shen Qingdao, and then turned his head to look at the old man angrily.

"If you can be like Shen Qing and attract so many guests, I am willing to give you a raise." The old man smiled.

"If you can give up your second back hairstyle one day, I guess you can attract a lot of customers, Qiu Ge." Shen Qing quipped while wiping the counter.

"Damn, you kid is getting bolder and bolder, and now you have to set up a set of people." Qiu Ge said, but he didn't look angry.

Everyone knows that Shen Qing is a group pet, although he was not so likable when he first came, he didn't like to talk and didn't want to pay attention to people with a cold face, but after more than a year, his personality has changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

Now Shen Qing loves to laugh and be gentle, tactful, and will secretly protect some new employees.

Moreover, Shen Qingchang is good-looking. With fair skin and delicate facial features, and slightly longer black hair, Qiu Ge Lao said that if Shen Qing brought a wig and wore a skirt, it would be no different from a woman... It's a little tall, but it's not without girls who are more than 1.8 meters.

Although every time he said this, Shen Qing would think that he was scolding his eldest mother and punched him in the head, Qiu Ge still felt that it was true.

Shen Qing thought that his ordinary life would go on like this, and in a few years he would be forced by his father to go on a blind date with a certain girl, get married, and have children. Then he will quickly grow old, get sick, and die under the devastation of his family.

He had always thought so, that it was his fate.

Until one day, his fate was suddenly changed.

On a seemingly ordinary night, soothing music was playing in the bar, and Shen Qingzheng was putting a glass of mixed wine on the waiter's plate.

Suddenly, the glass door was pushed open very roughly, and the wind chimes on the door hit the glass and let out a terrible scream.

Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and looked at the door.

A tall man stood there, anger written all over his face, followed by several shorter men with a dangerous aura on his body.

The comers are not good.

"Boss." Shen Qing glanced at the boss who was three steps away from him without a trace, and reminded in a low voice.

"I know." The boss nodded.