The folk bar, the most famous place in Beijing in the early 90s, is not only a place where you can drink, but also have singer performances, Western dining and other items.

Its decoration belongs to the American country style, rebellious, unrestrained, and at the same time mixed with the rustic atmosphere.

The bar is divided into two floors, the first floor is the bar, the singing table, the stage, and the high table bar stools, and the second floor is the sofa seat.

Although it is not a place for high-end consumption, it is definitely the darling of the times to come here.

At this moment, on the right side of the bar on the first floor, a man and a woman are raising their glasses to drink, the man is wearing a high-end suit, handsome in appearance, and his gestures are personable, and the woman is even more amazing, Qiong's nose and teeth, quiet and elegant, clear as autumn, dressed up and luxurious temperament, making people feel that she should not appear here at all, it seems that every drop of wine has a sense of guilt for her.

Such a beautiful woman makes many men fall in love, but when they see the man next to the beautiful woman, they dismiss the idea of accosting them.

For the frequent visitors could see that the two men were rich, and they could judge from the two glasses of high-end brandy in each other's hands, and if they had been paying attention, they would have found that they had ordered the most expensive liquor in the bar.

"I've already drunk three glasses, can I drink less?" Li Siwen looked at Zheng Jiayuqiao's blushing face and said with a smile.

"What? Can't afford the money? Zheng Jiayu said playfully: "I haven't drunk Romanée Conti yet." ”

"You can drink as much as you want." Li Siwen pursed his lips and said, "I'm just afraid that you will get drunk." ”

"Have you ever heard that whether a woman gets drunk or not depends on who is drinking with her." Zheng Jiayu said, suddenly lowering his voice: "Do you want me to be drunk?" ”

Li Siwen swallowed his saliva when asked, especially when the other party was close to him, the aroma of wine mixed with body fragrance, which really made him a little difficult to control.

"Ahem, let's get down to business!" Li Siwen diverted the topic.

"Shh Zheng Jia was a little dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, but he still replied: "I do have something serious to ask you."

Nowadays, the Westward Journey Group is getting bigger and bigger, the biggest problem we are facing is the problem of capital, according to your previous arrangement, the Westward Journey Group to other cities to take land and build factories is basically a variety of leverage, although the overall debt ratio is still healthy, but the more leverage is added, the greater the chance of thunderstorms.

To put it simply, just like dominoes, once a thunderstorm, the Westward Journey Group may collapse instantly.

So, I think that for the sake of the healthy development of the company, we should consider raising money to let more capital in. ”

"If from an economic point of view, that is, those you study abroad, we should indeed raise funds and go public in a few years, but have you ever considered that once there is capital to enter the Westward Journey, then the Westward Journey can still be our Westward Journey?"

Li Siwen asked rhetorically.

Zheng Jiayu was stunned for a few seconds and did not reply, while Li Siwen continued: "The injection of capital will allow us to have a wider market, better prospects, and greater development space, which is a temptation that cannot be refused by any enterprise, and even something that is coveted."

But then again, these so-called benefits are what we get by selling our souls. I know you may not understand, or even think that I am a bit arbitrary, and even think that my vision is too narrow.

But I can tell you that without capital injection, we can still build the world's top enterprises, which is not a narrow vision, but a confidence in strength.

Let it go, as long as I am here, there will never be a day of thunderstorm in Journey to the West. ”

Zheng Jiayu stared at Li Siwen with flashing eyes, this man is too arrogant, but his arrogance makes her like it, the kind of like that is occupied by the other party.

"What are you looking at me for?" Li Siwen was a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Hmph, I was just thinking, what if you don't have a good place to say that one day you're gone?" Zheng Jiayu asked mischievously.

"Hey, I'm your boss, how can you curse me."

"Giggle~" Zheng Jiayu smiled like a flower, and then his eyes suddenly said firmly: "If you are gone one day, I may not be there either." ”

Li Siwen's heart tightened when he heard this, and he didn't know what to reply, and at the same time, Zheng Jiayu suddenly asked, "Can you answer me a question?" ”

"Hmm." Li Siwen nodded.

"If, I said if, you don't have Sister Wen Jing, will you give me a chance?" Zheng Jiayu looked at Li Siwen affectionately, her expression seemed to say that she was not drunk.

Li Siwen looked at each other quietly, at this second, time seemed to stand still in his world, he didn't have no answers, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Boom!

Just as the two looked at each other, the headlights in the bar suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire bar as if it were daytime. All the consumers who are immersed in the sea of wine all look at each other, and they don't know why.

"Give you five minutes, and if you don't want to die, get out."

I saw a young man with a turban jump onto the stage, holding a microphone and shouting loudly, and then I saw more than two dozen men armed with knives and sticks pouring in outside.

This scene frightened the guests, and everyone thought that someone must have come to smash the field, so they immediately ran out without saying a word.

"There's a trouble, let's go?" Zheng Jia saw this scene and hurriedly said.

Li Siwen also nodded, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he got down from the bar stool and grabbed Zheng Jiayu's hand directly.

But as soon as he took a step, the turban man standing on the stage stretched out his hand and pointed at Li Siwen: "That kid and the girl next to him, you two are not allowed to go." ”

Li Siwen was stunned for a moment, frowned and looked at the turban man, the other party also looked at him at the moment, and continued to shout: "That's right, it's you." ”

"What's going on?" Zheng Jiayu's palms were already sweating, and he asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, if there's any danger, you can hide behind me." Li Siwen hid Zheng Jiayu behind him and reminded in a low voice, while paying attention to the group of people rushing in, he found that he didn't know them.

Soon, all the customers in the bar were cleaned, and the rest were staff, and some of them were brave enough to hide in the corner and watch the excitement with the strength of the wine.

And the group of people with instruments in their hands had already stood in a row, blocking the entrance, and everyone's eyes were on Li Siwen.

At the same time, the bar owner also walked down from the second floor, looked at the turban man a little nervously and said, "Brother, our bar is covered by my stepbrother, can you give some face, if there is anything, sit down and talk." ”

"I don't care what kind of bullshit stepbrother you are, today's time, we Chen Shaobao." The turban man replied fiercely.

The boss shuddered and hurriedly asked, "Do you mean, Chen Shao, one of the four young people in the capital?" He really couldn't think of anyone who didn't even give his stepbrother face.

"That's right, it's me!"