Feng Chen couldn't complain, the old guy didn't look for a place to live for the rest of his life, so he went to a nightclub to look for flowers and ask for willows.

Can he afford to toss his bones, and what girl dares to sacrifice herself?

Now he still asks for 50,000 yuan, could it be that the old cow eats tender grass, which girl has been ruined?

scolded a few words of "old bachelor", Feng Chen opened the door of the guest room, and the sun shone on his body quite warmly.

Looking at the huge Boyang Lake and the waterfowl perched on the wetland, his heart was filled with waves.

After going through hardships and obstacles, the Divine Stone Fragment Divine Guide was successfully obtained, and there would never be a super-large whirlpool in Boyang Lake again.

The trip to Boyang Lake at 30 degrees north latitude is over, and Fengchen is going to wash his clothes today, hiding his merit and fame.

After having some breakfast at the farmhouse, he took a bus to downtown Ganchang City to meet Dr. Malatang.

Presumably the old guy was in a hurry, but since it was a sin of his own making, who can blame him for suffering now?

Ganchang City, which belongs to the southern part of China, is a tourist historical and cultural city.

Boyang Lake is in the territory of Ganchang City, so it is only three hours away to go to the Emperor International Entertainment Club.

After getting off the bus, Feng Chen took another taxi, and went straight to his destination without delay along the way.

When standing at the door of the club, Feng Chen had to admit that this entertainment club was definitely high-end.

Especially the two rows of sexy beauties in short skirts on the welcome road are simply a beautiful landscape.

Any man passing by couldn't help but take a few looks, and an evil fire in his lower abdomen rushed up.

Greeted by these sexy beauties, Feng Chen stepped on the red carpet and came to the front desk of the entertainment club.

He was also unambiguous, looked at the beauty at the front desk, and asked directly:

"You guys, is there an old man who calls himself Malatang? ”

"Malatang, old man?" The face of the beautiful woman at the front desk changed slightly, and she immediately looked Feng Chen up and down for a while.

But seeing Feng Chen dressed ordinary, the enthusiasm on her face suddenly vanished, and a phone call was made.

Looking at the behavior of the beautiful woman at the front desk, Feng Chen knew that there was definitely a play, and he didn't know what Dr. Malatang had done.

But no matter what, he will keep Dr. Malatang safe, who told that old guy to know about the Dead Soul Box?

For a long time, no one came, and there were not many people in the spacious hall.

Feng Chen also understood, sitting on the sofa and waiting, it was daytime, not the business hours of the entertainment club.

About half an hour later, a man in a neat suit finally came over and sat opposite Feng Chen.

"Who are you from that old man?" he was not polite, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he called the word "old man".

After asking this question, he looked Feng Chen up and down again, and his eyes unconsciously showed a touch of contempt.

"Friends. Feng Chen smiled, and saw the words "Lobby Manager" from the other party's number plate.

"Do you know what happened to that old man?" asked the manager, leaning back on the couch with a straight face.

I asked him, but he didn't say, just asked me to prepare 50,000 yuan. Feng Chen replied truthfully.

The manager's eyes were cold: "Did you bring the 50,000 yuan?"

"Nope!"

"What?" said the manager, smiling, as he got up to leave, "and that doesn't seem like much to talk about." ”

"Wait!" Feng Chen stopped the manager, "If you don't explain it to me, how can I get you money?"

"That's fine!"

The manager sat down again, acting impatiently, tapping his fingers on the coffee table and sneering:

"I'll tell you what, old man...... Harassed a lot of women here. ”

"Forehead......" Feng Chen forcibly endured and didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood, that old guy really didn't respect the old.

Can you even do sexual~harassment? Anyway, he is also a highly educated person, and there is no one else.

The manager crossed Erlang's legs, tore open a betel nut and chewed it, and sneered:

"Whether this matter is public or private, you can do it yourself, I still have something to do, and then look for me when you think about it." ”

"Wait!"

Feng Chen stopped the manager again, looked at the manager's back, and chuckled:

"If it's public, you're going to enter the bureau and close it for a while, and if it's private, you'll have to give 50,000 yuan to your club, right?"

"Yes!" the manager snorted, snorting into the air.

Feng Chen didn't care about the manager's attitude, and paced in front of the manager, still with a smile on his face:

"Compensation of 50,000 yuan? Who set this price? and trouble you...... Call out those of you who can speak. ”

Hearing this, the manager turned to look at Feng Chen suddenly: "You think too much, I'm the one who can talk here." ”

As if smelling a smell of gunpowder, the beautiful woman at the front desk hurriedly ran over to clear the siege, and came to the manager with a smile:

"Brother Wang, let's take a step back and send the old man directly to the bureau, isn't this enough?"

"He came in from here, I don't think he can take out 50,000, let's be forgiving and forgiving today." ”

Hearing the beautiful woman at the front desk say this, Feng Chen shook his head, and he really didn't know how to go back for a while.

He had to admit that he was walking in a luxurious club with this velvet coat, and he was indeed the same as a turtle.

Not to mention how this society is, just this kind of luxury club, if you have money and face, that is the uncle.

The manager shook his head helplessly, and at this time, there was a trace of pity in the gaze that looked at Feng Chen:

"Okay, call the official people, put that old man in the bureau and suffer a little, and train him well!"

"Okay, don't fix this set, if it's private, it's private. Feng Chen's attitude was extremely firm.

He won't let Dr. Malatang enter the bureau, if something happens inside, who can afford it?

This old man is not simple, not only has something to do with the glory of the empire, but also has something to do with the organization behind Long Lao.

Originally, he was a highly respected figure, and everyone loved him, didn't he?

It's strange that this old man doesn't enjoy the good Qingfu, but he wants to come out to play the world and toss around.

The so-called people are not old, but now they are good, harassing women...... Trouble!

Seeing that Feng Chen chose to go private, the manager surnamed Wang's eyes lit up, and said with a smile:

"Since you choose to be private, then prepare 50,000 yuan, if you can't get it, quickly find a friend to borrow some. ”

"Well, thanks for the reminder. "Feng Chen is really grateful to the manager for his eighth-generation ancestor, do you see this point when you look at your face?

After a pause, he added, "Where's the old fellow? You didn't treat him, did you?"

When the beautiful woman at the front desk heard this, she suddenly became a little unhappy, and said with her hands on her waist:

"People are in the private room, a handful of old bones, do we dare to do anything to him? ”

"Watch your mouth. Feng Chen stared at the beauty at the front desk, his expression became a little colder, and he said indifferently:

"If that old guy gets angry, your Emperor International Entertainment Club will be razed to the ground in an instant. ”

"Of course, whatever you want to interpret what I say, now please take me to see that guy first. ”

"Ouch, scared the baby to death. The beautiful woman at the front desk patted her chest and pretended to be frightened.

"Thank you so much for reminding me. The manager surnamed Wang twitched his cheeks, but he couldn't hold back his laughter.

Under the leadership of this man and woman, Feng Chen entered a small private room and saw a familiar figure.

The old guy was lying on the sofa snoring, and in the big screen in front of him, there was a sultry MV.

Feng Chen couldn't bear to look at it directly, the MV was a group of sexy beauties, wearing three-point styles, twisting around on the steel pipe.

He had to admit that Dr. Malatang was really a god, could this be the old bachelor's last self-redemption?