"I have a group of girlfriends.

You heard it right, a bunch!

They are either angels or devils, and each one of them is so beautiful and so charming, so suitable for my spirit and flesh. I really want to keep them all around, but I can only marry one of them. ”

Muttering echoed through the bar, where someone was lying on his stomach in front of the bar and bragging about it.

It's not yet time for the official opening, and the bar is empty with few customers. The bragging young man was a little drunk, and the wine glass was put down with a 'bang', and he was talking to himself without words.

Behind the bar, the black bartender was wiping glasses, glancing at the young man and refilling him with half a glass of whiskey. But the man waved his hand, shook his head, and said, "No, no, I can't drink anymore." ”

There are so many people who come to the bar, and the bartender says 'I can't drink anymore', but he still gets himself drunk. This kind of person is often full of worries, looking for people to talk to everywhere and say something inexplicable. Some of the words are completely babbling, while others are hidden secrets.

As for the ...... in front of him,

"Where did I just say?" The young man asked the bartender.

"Girlfriend ......, beautiful girlfriend." The bartender replied. There are not many customers in the bar, so he has time to chat with the guests and be a listener.

"Yes, yes, my girlfriends." The young man grabbed the glass and put it down, and continued: "Some of them are gentle, some are arrogant, some are cold, and some are wild.

Some have fair skin, as if touching clotted fat; Some are convex and backward, and there is endless temptation hidden in the curve; Some have beautiful faces, and you will be fascinated by her for a lifetime at a glance.

They may be noble, and the moment they are born comes with wealth and glory that others will not get in their lifetime; or humble, never willing to accept the path that fate has arranged for him;

There are even more people who face many difficulties, experience desperate situations and humiliation, but never bow their heads and admit defeat. Each one of them is so different, I really don't know how to choose? ”

Seeing the young man's distress about picking a woman, the black bartender was stunned for a long time.

People who drink too much always like to brag, but it's really rare to brag like this. The bartender replied casually: "Yes, beautiful girls are always in a good mood, and unusual experiences will make them more shining." We also have a lot of girls who are very attractive. ”

"No ......!"

It was originally a sycophant, but it hit the horse's leg.

The young man straightened up, slammed the bar, and shouted, "Don't think of those vulgar women you've seen as goddesses.

Those bitches who only get tattoos, smoke, drink, and swear can just pull a guy to the toilet and get in heat and mate. I've known the best women, each of whom has a lot of charm. ”

The bartender froze at this rough and direct pretending to speak. But there was no way, he could only pout and nod: "Okay, you are my customer, I don't refute." ”

"I know you don't agree with me, and even think I'm talking gibberish." The young man stretched out his finger and pointed at the bartender, "But you don't understand what a real woman is, and your vision limits your imagination." ”

"In this world, there are some people who are excellent beyond your imagination." The young man was almost finished, slapped the money on the bar, and said, "But I also have my troubles." The wedding is going to be held tomorrow, there are so many girlfriends, and each one of them is so good, who should I choose as the bride? ”

After paying the bill, the young man slowly got up and left the bar, bumping into a tall, muscular white man as he went out. The white man's arms alone were as thick as ordinary people's thighs, and he weighed at least more than 100 kilograms.

The white strong man was suddenly dissatisfied, and turned his head hatefully and said 'hey'. But the young man left the bar as if no one was around, without any intention of apologizing. The former could only sit at the bar and complained angrily: "These damn Chinese don't respect us at all now." It's not like it used to be. ”

The black bartender poured a glass of wine for the white strong man, stared at the young man's departing back, and asked rhetorically, "How do you know he's a Chinese?" Asians all look the same. Maybe he's Japanese, or Korean. ”

"You're wrong. There are many kinds of Asians, but the one just now is definitely Chinese. The white man took the glass and poured it into his mouth, and cursed a few more words.

"Really?" The black bartender continued, "How do you tell the difference?" I don't see any difference between them? They all look about the same. ”

"Because wherever I go, other Asians will make way for me. The Japanese, the Koreans will bend down very respectfully, the Vietnamese and the Thai will be afraid to even look at me.

Only this group of Chinese, to be precise, is the one (here is a minor violation, deleted by the review) more and more annoying Chinese, not only will they not give way, but they will unceremoniously bump over. ”

The tall, strong white man became angrier and angrier the more he spoke, and drank several glasses in a row, swearing and swearing.

The black bartender nodded after hearing this, and said faintly, "Your way of distinguishing is really interesting." But just now that one is indeed Chinese, his name is Zhou Qingfeng. But he also has a name that you'll probably be more familiar with—Victor. Hugo. ”

The white man was pouring wine, and when he heard this, he looked up sharply and asked in a daze, "Which Victor. Hugo? ”

"Who else dares to call that name now?" The black bartender scoffed and pointed to the TV hanging above the bar, "Don't you watch the news?" The whole world knows who I'm talking about. ”

"It's the ...... who claims to be the most dangerous man in the world" The tall and strong white man suddenly had a tight face, and the wine glass in his hand shook unsteadily, "Victor. Hugo? ”

The bartender nodded, "Yes, that's him!" ”

……

Outside the bar is the icy snow under the Alps. From afar, a cold wind is blowing on Mont Blanc, the highest in Europa.

Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts flew in the flying snowflakes, and he remembered himself many years ago. At that time, it was 9102, and he was only a few months away from turning eighteen years old, living in Tianyang City, a fourth-tier city where he planted flowers, and was a scumbag in high school who was about to face the college entrance examination.

He always felt that he was ordinary.

Until one day before class, the class leader suddenly shouted at the door of the classroom, "Zhou Qingfeng, the homeroom teacher is looking for you." ”

The whole class heard it.

Zhou Qingfeng sat in the corner of the noisy classroom, having a headache correcting a few big questions on the physics simulation paper. Right now, it is the sprint stage of the college entrance examination, and there are endless exercises to do every day. The teacher would explain all the topics, but he still didn't understand and couldn't cope with them.

After the class leader shouted, the whole class turned their heads to look at him a few times, and then continued to do their own thing, and no one cared about him.

It's really non-existent.

Mathematics, physics and chemistry rely on IQ, and language, English and politics rely on memory, and Zhou Qingfeng lacks both aspects. If one of the advantages of his current studies is that he is 'not biased at all', because all of them are very poor.

Zhou Qingfeng is not tall, thin, and ordinary, wearing an old coat, very inconspicuous.

He knew that the squad leader was deliberately looking for fault and even humiliating him by shouting like this. Because every time a poor student is shouted by the teacher, it is not good, and he basically makes a mistake to be scolded.

"Hurry up, the teacher is waiting for you." The class leader urged in disgust: "Two foreigners came to the teacher's office, and it is said that they are looking for you." Also, the police station also came. Are you not clean with your hands and feet and stealing foreigners' things? ”

For the high-mindedness of the top students, Zhou Qingfeng has no choice.

Schools in small cities don't have many tricks, and the standard of students' quality is based on their grades, and the bonuses of graduating class teachers are also linked to how many students in the class are admitted to universities. The scumbag who has no hope of being admitted to the university at all has always been taken seriously - Zhou Qingfeng is poor in learning, so naturally he is not treated well by the teacher.

When I walked outside the office, I heard the head teacher constantly revealing Zhou Qingfeng's old background inside.

"This student is actually pitiful, he is an orphan, he grew up in a welfare home. In terms of learning, I have to admit that he has worked hard, but his grades are still not good. The main reason is that without a good family environment, it is really difficult for him to rely on himself.

He was originally quite self-motivated and not stupid, but his brain was very stubborn and anxious, and he always couldn't master the learning method, and he liked to drill the horns. In addition, he is a teenager, and the welfare institute has no way to take care of him, so he can only go with him. It's all a personality problem caused by the living environment.

In the past two years, because of his poor study, he probably had a lot of psychological pressure, met some undesirable young people in society, was greatly affected, and was even arrested by the police station for group fights. When he comes to his senses and tries to work hard, he really can't keep up with his studies. ”

For an unlucky child like Zhou Qingfeng, the teacher did his best. But without the love, guidance and support of his parents, the resources he can obtain during his growth are limited.

When he graduates from high school, he will go out into society, and there are more winds and waves waiting for him. As the silent majority of society, the future is not at all rosy for him.

When Zhou Qingfeng walked to the door of the office, the head teacher hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted, "Oh, it's him." ”

There are many teachers in the office, but the most eye-catching are two foreigners. Zhou Qingfeng appeared, and everyone looked at him. The two foreigners also turned their heads, as if they had come to some monster that they had never seen before, and they were interested.

A foreigner is a man and a woman. The man was probably in his forties, and his hair was combed back and shiny. This person wears gold-wire glasses, wears a handmade suit, and sits leisurely on Erlang's legs, which is completely the standard appearance of successful people. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng, he smiled toothily - somehow, Zhou Qingfeng just didn't like this kind of pretending.

The foreign girl stood behind the foreigner, in her twenties, at least 1.8 meters tall, with a very beautiful face. She is dressed in sportswear, with a convex front and back curve, which is extremely eye-catching. The only drawback of this girl is that she has a straight face and is expressionless from beginning to end.

"Hello, you are Zhou Qingfeng?" The foreigner asked with a smile. He has a weird accent, but he speaks Mandarin okay.

"Yes, that's him." A loud noise came from the office door.

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head, only to see that the squad leader who called him personally led the team and pulled many classmates to watch the play. The gang was blocked in the office door and window, and there were more than a dozen of them. He usually has a general relationship with his classmates, but now he is a foreigner and a jingcha, and it seems that something big has happened. Everyone is waiting to see if he is unlucky.

"You're so boring." Zhou Qingfeng sighed at the classmates at the door. The boy's self-esteem made him hate being watched. He turned around and said to the foreigner, "I'm Zhou Qingfeng." What are you looking for me? ”

The foreigner shook hands with Zhou Qingfeng and said gently: "Child, it's a good thing to take it easy." Let me introduce myself, my name is Bacchus. Carolingian, Gaul. You can call me Bacchus. This is my assistant Erica. Hussey. We came all the way from Palla to find you. ”

Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head, his face full of doubts, "Looking for me?" Why? ”

is not more innocent and romantic than other teenagers in adolescence, Zhou Qingfeng, who grew up in a welfare home, is very sensible when he is a child, or he is very good at observing words and feelings. He felt that the other party's expression was contrived, his smile was fake, and what he said was even more inexplicable. On the contrary, the foreign girl with a straight face is more genuine, and she should be a cheerful person.

After glancing at it, Zhou Qingfeng's eyes fell on Minjing in the office again, and asked, "What's going on?" Why would the Gauls come to me? ”

Because of the pressure of life and poor study, Zhou Qingfeng had to start doing odd jobs after high school. He worked in Internet cafes, bars, bathing centers.

Those smoky places are simply scumbag gathering places, and he has been caught by Uncle Jing Cha for all kinds of shit. Fortunately, he keeps making small mistakes, but he doesn't make big mistakes, and he is not yet an adult, so at most he can educate and educate.

Having been at the bottom of society, he is actually very good at educating people. Compared with the simplicity of other students, Zhou Qingfeng's mind is much more complicated.

The companion Minjing was unexpectedly kind, and said, "This Carolingian gentleman from Gaul has come to us and asked for help in investigating your household register, saying that he has found your parents. ”

As soon as he said this, the audience was surprised.

"My parents?" Zhou Qingfeng was the most surprised. He has been an orphan for so many years, and he has wondered countless times where are his parents? Who is it? What are you doing? But he never thought that he would hear from his parents in this situation today. He looked at the foreigner named Bacchus again and asked, "You just said you were Gaul?" ”

"Yes." Bacchus nodded, "I'm your parents' lawyer, and I've come to you from Gaul specifically. ”

There was an uproar inside and outside the office, and the teachers and students were confused. These two foreigners have not explained their intentions since they came over, so that the head teacher thought that Zhou Qingfeng was in trouble. But now things have completely reversed, and this is actually looking for relatives.

Zhou Qingfeng was even more surprised, and continued to ask, "Could it be that my parents are Gauls?" ”

"French-Chinese, to be exact."

"Why didn't they come themselves?"

"Child, I'm sorry to officially inform you that your parents passed away in a car accident just last month."

There was another commotion in the office, and it was hard to know the news of his parents, but it was actually the news of his death.

Lawyer Bacchus lifted his glasses and said with a little sadness: "Many details of this matter are family privacy and it is inconvenient to tell them publicly. The main business of my visit this time is to confirm your identity and handle the inheritance and other matters for you. ”

Heritage?

In just a few sentences, the mood of everyone in the office can be described as ups and downs. When they heard the word 'heritage', everyone pricked up their ears and focused on it. Zhou Qingfeng conformed to everyone's thoughts and asked in public, "How much inheritance?" ”

"Hehehe......" Bacchus smiled even brighter, grinning, "The exact number will need to be told to you after all the formalities have been completed." All I can say is that your parents left you a huge fortune enough to live a very happy life. ”

Wow...... the whole office was stunned!