Chapter 64: The Woman in the Bar
The department manager waved his hand.
"We are not the only one under the royal power, and those who need to drink are not necessarily in nightclubs.
Like in any hotel, it is not uncommon for guests to pour alcohol.
There are also saunas, hotels, bars. To be honest, it's a mess in a place like ours, and all the girls here are wine fairies. A dozen men can't drink them. ”
In this case, this is not a good thing to do. There are more than a dozen entertainment venues under the Royal Power Group, some of which are in the main city of Penang. Some are on the outskirts of Ben Thanh, while several nearby neighboring cities also have royal entertainment venues.
Niu Baiye and I, if we look for it one by one. Even if you find the dawn, you can't find it all.
And Sister Mei, at this time she was leaning on the freezer in the utility room. When I got out of the car. The blisters of grape grains on her body had only just spread to one arm.
And now, even her neck is covered with sparkling red blisters.
The speed with which this evil disease is spreading is unimaginable.
Just like Sister Chen in my father's hospital room yesterday, it only took one night and just a few hours to die.
My heart suddenly became restless. If Sister Mei can't escape this catastrophe, what should she do?
"Is there a faster way? We really need to find Sudan dyes now!"
I am very urgent. This woman, when she has nothing to do on weekdays. They were always around me, buzzing like flies.
Now that she is needed, it is like evaporating in the world. I just added a little more resentment towards him in my heart.
The manager waved his hand, "Let's go! There are also guests to serve. I don't have time to pester. ”
Niu Baiye is impatient.
"Even if we turn the whole of Penang over tonight, we have to find Sudan dyes. ”
As he spoke, he stepped forward and picked up Xiaomei, turned around and walked out.
I followed.
The lobby manager and the group of bodyguards who were not lightly injured also followed us, for fear that we would linger a little longer.
Just walked to the gate of the nightclub. Suddenly, an extended version of a solid black Maserati stopped in front of us.
Hit Maserati down a short-haired beauty in a white suit.
This beauty is not very old, about twenty-five or sixteen years old. Full of aura, with short yellow hair, holding a medium black crocodile leather pouch in his hand, and a dozen centimeters of pure white high heels under his feet.
When the lobby manager saw the short-haired woman, he hurriedly stepped forward.
"Dong Zhu, why did you come here in person?"
The beauty glanced at the lobby manager, whose nose was still bleeding, and her face was full of surprise.
"Pony, what's wrong with you?
The lobby manager pointed at us with great reluctance.
"There were a few troublemakers. said that he was looking for some red, and said that he was the staff of our royal power. I've already taken care of it, though. ”
This lobby manager is really good at bragging, seeing him and the embarrassed group of bodyguards behind him, he even has the face to say that he handled it properly.
"What's red?"
The beautiful woman in the white suit frowned slightly.
"It's not going to have a good impact, the chairman is coming over soon, and he's going to talk about business here. Hurry up and pack up the VIP general set on the fourth floor. ”
The lobby manager nodded resignedly.
I heard that this manager called that woman Zhu Dong, in short, it should be a leader with a lot of positions.
I mustered up the courage to meet it.
"Hello, leader. We're looking for Sudan Red, do you know this person?"
When the lobby manager saw me go back the way I came, his face turned pale.
"Hurry up! If you don't leave, I'll call the police." ”
The beautiful woman in the white suit was suddenly stunned.
"You say Sudan dyes, right?"
I nodded.
"Yes, we're in a hurry to find her. ”
The beautiful woman in the white suit was a little wary of me. Look at me from top to bottom.
"What is your relationship with Danhong?"
I replied.
"I am an employee of their dumpling restaurant, and now I have a very serious patient who needs to be treated. ”
"Patient?"
The beauty in the white suit turned her head to look at Niu Baiye and Xiaomei.
"That's the woman you're carrying? When will Danhong be cured? Okay! Sudan Red isn't in a nightclub, she's in a bar under the royal power! It's not far from here, I'll send a driver to take you there." ”
The beauty in the white suit said, gesturing to the elongated Maserati behind her.
knocked on the window and instructed the driver inside.
"Old money, send these people to the bar. ”
The lobby manager was amazed at what he saw. Hurriedly smiled and approached me.
"Little brother, I'm really sorry just now. I didn't expect you to be so familiar with our Zhu Dong. In the future, when you have time to come to our nightclub, I will definitely arrange for you to make amends. ”
In fact, I was also surprised at the bottom of my heart. Da Lang is just a small employee who accompanies the wine, and this woman called Zhu Dong will not only know her, but also be so enthusiastic about us.
Niu Baiye didn't even say thank you, and went straight to the car with Xiaomei on his back.
"Zehan, hurry up! Your Sister Mei can't hold it anymore. ”
I nodded slightly to the beautiful woman in white to express my gratitude. And then a rush into Maserati.
This is the first time I've made such a luxury car in my 24 years of life. Pure black Maserati MC20, priced at more than 2 million.
This is probably the most upscale sedan in the whole of Penang.
I sat in a luxury car. I feel uneasy. I thought to myself, the beautiful woman in the white suit I saw just now was about the same age as me.
One of other people's cars is enough to work in the Huangquan Dumpling Restaurant for more than ten years without eating or drinking.
If one day I am admitted to the civil service, I will get a dead salary of four or five thousand a month.
Wouldn't it be that you have to work until you retire at the age of 65, and you can't afford to buy such a vehicle for transportation.
Who said that people are not divided into three, six, nine, and so on? Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there are nine streams.
First-class actors, second-rate pushers, third-rate kings, fourth-rate turtles, five shaved heads, six back wives, seven prostitutes, eight thieves, and nine blows.
People are born with a distinction between high and low, high and low. When I was young, I always thought that as long as I studied hard, I would be admitted to an undergraduate university. You can change your luck against the sky and live a good life.
And now, I have graduated from college after four years of hard work. It's not like I'm going back to the small place of Ben Thanh yet. For the stable work of four or five thousand a month, I worked hard.
In this society, what class you are born in cannot be changed for almost a lifetime.
My ancestors were poor middle peasants. I was destined from birth to be nothing more than an obscure little person. But no one with a head or a face will look at me squarely.
My mind was still thinking that the driver had kicked the accelerator and had driven to the door of the King's Power Bar.
Niu Baiye and I hurriedly got out of the car, and Niu Baiye carried Xiaomei on his back.
The doorman at the door of the bar saw that we were coming down from a Maserati and greeted us very warmly.
I plunged headlong into the bar.
Compared to the nightclub just now, the layout of this bar is not half a star.
Inside, there were dark lights, restless men and women on the dance floor.
As soon as I turned into the door of the bar, I saw a big wave.
In the middle of the bar is a small performance stand.
There are pianists, drummers, violinists ...... on the stage.
Big Wave stood in the center of the stage, and she was the lead singer here.
It was pitch black all around the bar, save for the small lilac screen glittering.
And on the performance stage, a beam of the most dazzling light hit the body of the big wave.
She held the microphone in her hand and was the center of attention. I saw her lips slightly open, singing slowly.
“Illbedreamingmydreamswithyou。
AndtheresnootherplacethatIdlaydownmyface。
Illbedreamingmydreamswithyou。 ......”
It was the first time I had heard him sing. Big waves, low pressure and deep tobacco and alcohol voices. The Cranberry band's "DreamingMyDream" is a touching interpretation.
The guests at the bottom kept sending beer to the dance.
This vulgar group of pleasure-seekers, they don't understand music at all. It's just that the singers on stage are just fun. Keep pouring wine, and then add a joke or two.
Da Lang took the beer from the guest, shook his phone slightly, and drank it all with his neck tilted.
Niu Baiye's eyes were shocked. "Damn! ”