Night, frost and snow, small bar.

Warm roasted barley wine from the Western Regions was sold one after another, and some young people who pretended to be cool asked the waiters to add a few more pieces of ice to the lattes and cocktails.

Kill Matt's hair, torn jeans, wide copycat Hermes belt, dyed colorful hair, inexplicably pierced ears tied with big studs, dogchain-like metal on the wrist, cross-gold necklace hanging around the neck, residual youthful decadence on his face, saying cool words, dreams or something, this place is particularly far away.

The out-of-fashion singer sang the first snow of the year with a roaring voice, and several women dressed in bewitching clothes never cared about the summer heat and winter cold, still wearing a three-point one-style leopard print dress and twisting their waists and hips, and a polished smooth steel pipe was their life.

Maybe there is a last resort, maybe it has fallen, maybe there is sadness, in short, the music rises, the dance falls, here, only the end of the world falls, only joy-pleasure indulgence.

Women hunt here, men hunt here.

People who remain sane are always a very small part.

In a quiet corner, the lights are yellow, the burly and bare-headed old man Zhang Da sits in the card seat, people do not move, there is naturally a momentum of staring, two or three fox spirits are looking forward to Ai Ai, from time to time to Zhang Da flattering eyes, want to say goodbye, in fact, play the piano to the cow.

A fresh-looking girl was holding two cocktails, but Zhang Da waved her hand casually and asked her to replace them with the spiciest burning knife.

Chen Fan sat diagonally opposite Zhang Da, watching Zhang Da pour the clear wine from the bottle into the goblet, and before he could fill it, he stretched out his hand to stop it, "Old eight, you look as strong as a calf, and you are still attractive, the two vixens on the left seem to be interesting to you, don't you take the opportunity to accept them?"

When the honest and honest Zhang Da heard Chen Fan ridicule like this, he immediately touched his smooth head with his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Fan, don't make fun of me, who am I, I know very well, those two fox spirits are nails in the opposite bar, if you come to make trouble, you will get into bed, something will happen." ”

"Your wife is pregnant?" Chen Fan said.

"Hehe," Zhang Da's honest face showed a happy look, "Yes, I don't know why, anyway, there is, but don't worry, Brother Fan, I have already settled her, and it won't affect my work." ”

Chen Fan picked up the wine glass and took a sip with Zhang Da, "Have you got the certificate?"

"I got it, I didn't poke the red seal, how can I shoot indiscriminately. ”

Zhang Da rubbed his hands.

Chen Fan squirted out a mouthful of wine, Nima, Zhang Da, you rammer.

"Eighth child, you are now a person with a family background, you have to think more about doing things, otherwise, I will ask my father tomorrow to see if I can arrange a more leisurely job for you. ”

"Don't, Brother Fan, I'm a person with mud on the soles of my shoes, suitable for doing some dirty things, and I won't get used to it if I change to another job. Zhang Da pleaded.

"Okay, eighth, don't think about expanding the plate, digest the plate in your hand first, arrange more of your own people, I have other arrangements, if you have something you can't figure out, you can find Rose, she is a good hand in this." ”

"I know. Zhang Da nodded, took out another booklet and put it on the coffee table, "Brother Fan, this is the recent accounts and earnings, you can take a look." ”

"Put it away, eighth, I don't look at it, and I don't lack your money for the time being. Chen Fan picked up the wine glass, touched it with Zhang Da, and lowered his voice, "Did you send what I asked you to send?"

Zhang Da glanced around and said, "Don't worry, the son of the coffin shop, who works in my yard, should have been delivered now." ”

A smile flashed at the corner of Chen Fan's mouth, and he admonished: "Eighth child, you are still a little less brainy than the seventh child, if this is done by the seventh child, he will definitely not use his own people, you remember, there are risky things, don't go up yourself, you know." ”

Zhang Da smiled honestly, "Brother Fan, isn't this someone doing against you, being a brother, how can you hold your breath in your heart, I didn't think about it so much at the time, but Brother Fan, this Sun family, the origin is not simple, a coffin, I'm afraid it won't scare the other party." ”

Chen Fan liked Zhang Da's uprightness and indomitability, he patted Zhang Da's shoulder and said with a smile: "Old eight, do you think I'm scaring the other party?"

"Isn't it?" Zhang Da couldn't help but be stunned, he moved his chair closer to Chen Fan, "Brother Fan, this Sun family is not simple, they are not Han people, but the oldest aboriginal inhabitants in the Lingnan region, the Yue people. ”

"The Yue Clan?"

Chen Fan frowned, there is no such clan in the Huaxia clan.

"Well, don't you know, it's not surprising, my grandmother, is the cross clan, the next generation of this clan, will give the words of the father at the age of sixteen or sixteen, in order to inherit the unique skills, this Sun family, one line of martial arts, one line of medicine, in the local area, has a high status and prestige. ”

Chongwu Chongyi?

Chen Fan frowned, Sun Shangwen, whom he met in the morning, not only knows medical skills, but also martial arts, so what kind of person is he. The word given to the father, then the girl Sun Shangmei who met yesterday and today, then her father, called Sun Shangwu, is not strange, but why is Sun Shangwen's son called Sun Dazhi?

"Old eight, Sun Shangwen's son, why is he called Sun Dazhi and not Sun Shangzhi?"

Zhang Da smiled and said: "There are two situations, one is that Sun Shangwen has many sons, and Sun Dazhi is not the one who inherits his mantle, so he did not give a name, and the other is that Sun Dazhi has no ability and is not qualified to inherit his father's lineage." ”

"Old eight, don't underestimate this Sun Dazhi, I beat him yesterday, although he is not my opponent, but in terms of skills, he is not worse than you, which shows that the people of the Sun family are not easy to deal with, you should be careful recently." ”

Zhang Da nodded, "Well, I will let the brothers be careful of this Sun Dazhi." ”

"Sun Dazhi, you don't have to be careful, he is already a dying person, and he won't survive tonight. ”

Chen Fan drank the wine in the cup in one gulp and slowly stood up.

"Old eight, let's go, go and watch a good show with me. ”

Zhang Da looked stunned, and after a few seconds, he turned the corner, "Brother Fan, are you really sending a coffin?"

"Otherwise, do you think I'm joking?" Chen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Of course, if that Sun Shangwen has real skills, or is willing to give up dealing with the Chen family, his son naturally doesn't have to go into the coffin." ”

"Brother Fan, you are amazing. ”

Zhang Da gave a thumbs up and walked out of the back door of the bar with Chen Fan.

"Don't drive, eight, let's run, just right, I'll teach you a few breathing formulas, lest you be beaten one day, so shameless." ”

"The mantra of breathing, hey, what's the use of that, people live in one breath, they can't breathe water, you still teach me how to beat people." Zhang Da said dissatisfiedly.

"It's useless to breathe?" Chen Fan slapped Zhang Da's bald head, "Okay, then let's run first, run ten kilometers first!"

"Run, run!"

Zhang Da followed closely behind Chen Fan, and the two ran in the cold wind.

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