Nights with bright lights and wine are always particularly easy to make people forget themselves.

It can be seen that Jia Dong is also a person who likes to have fun. As soon as he finished drinking a few glasses of wine, he couldn't wait to start shaking dice with Qian Long. In addition, the tricks of a few girls accompanying him, the two of them drank a cow drink like drinking water. Although it was a big deal, the atmosphere was very good.

While they were having fun, I grabbed the wine glass and asked Zheng Qingshu with a smile: "What do you think of wandering around with Brother Lei for a day today?"

"The harvest is quite big. I used to think that opening a hotel and doing business is very simple. It's just a place to hire a few people to wait for customers to come." Zheng Qingshu thought about it, and then spoke with a serious expression: "Today I followed Brother Lei to talk to several levels of cooperation partners, and I realized that this industry is very knowledgeable, but dealing with people is really tiring, and it's more tiring than fighting."

"The easiest thing in this world is to be a third-class person." I twisted my fingers and smiled: "There are three types of people. First-class people have thoughts and actions, second-class people have no thoughts and actions, third-class people have no thoughts and no actions, they are like an abacus bead, and they will stop moving without being pulled. You are now climbing from second-class people to first-class people, and you will definitely feel tired."

Zheng Qingshu pursed his lips and said nothing.

"When are people the most tired?" I blinked and continued to smile: "Is it when going uphill? Uphill means rising. This is a good thing, let's do it."

"Upgrading means rising." Zheng Qingshu murmured at my words, then he was enlightened and cheerful, grabbed the wine glass and touched me with a "ding" light.

While we were chatting, Jia Dong grabbed the wine glass, stared at me with a glare, hooked my elbow around my neck, and shouted with a cracked mouth: "Mr. Wang, I will give you a cup, you won't be black, I will accept you among people around the age of Yangcheng, who are about the same age as me."

"What are you obeying me? You're like a mental illness and want to do it one by one." I shook my shoulders slightly, shook his arm, and moved his butt a few centimeters to the side, keeping a distance from him as much as possible. It's not me that I'm pretending to behave. The main reason is that I don't like to hook up with anyone other than my brother, including Ye Xiaojiu, and even Cheng, I don't like to let them put on my shoulders, and it feels like I'm pressing on my head.

"You should start from scratch, crush Tianyu, defeat Chang Fei, and send Deng Guoqiang in. The Ye family is also afraid of you. Let's talk about how many young men in their twenties in Yangcheng can do your best." Jia Dong didn't mind my impoliteness, and he still slapped his thighs and said, "I am lucky to be reincarnated. If I were the same as yours, my uncle would never look at me with a straight look. But you are different. You can talk to my uncle equally. I respect you."

"What is equality? Is it hungry? Only my heart knows best. I'll have sex." I smiled, raised my glass to signal, and blinked at Qian Long at the same time.

For people like Jia Dong, my purpose is to not offend or hold on. It is best to be familiar with each other, but keep a distance as much as possible, because such playboys are busy all day long, either showing off or walking on the path of showing off, because they have no pursuit, don’t have much money but spend enough money, and they basically have to go wherever they go. If they don’t pretend, they don’t have any serious things.

"Come on, Brother Dong, continue to shake dice Ang, can you not afford to lose?" Qian Long immediately understood and pulled Jia Dong's arm, shouting provocatively: "You are convinced, then let's come here and let the sisters sing a song for us, and shake their heads."

"Please take a yarn." Jia Dong curled his lips with a breath of alcohol: "I am a soft person everywhere, but the bar and love scene are absolutely hard."

"Then keep doing it..."

"Damn it."

As the two chatted, they continued to pick up the dice cup "stop".

Looking at the two of them, I felt funny and extremely real in my heart.

In real society, there are too many people who judge heroes in restaurants like Jia Dong, and drinking to determine the winner and lose. But not everyone can live like him without worries about food and clothing. Most people still have to hold their waists and grit their teeth to continue to get up early and go to bed late the next day. I think most of the time, we don’t like drinking much, maybe just enjoying the ease of removing the shackles in the moment of drunkenness.

"Brother Lang, do you think such a person is worthy of close friendship?" Zheng Qingshu wrapped his cigarette, took his chin and pointed at Jia Dong, who was having fun with Qian Long, and asked lightly.

I glanced at me, grabbed my nose and murmured: "It's time to get along, but not to get along. The difference in living conditions determines how a person is dealing with life. Now he can play with us with love and affection because he is afraid of me. But when the relationship gets closer and the fear fades, such people will often be revealed first. At that time, you say you are turning against each other, and you are not frustrated and depressed, and you are not troubled by yourself."

"Oh..." Zheng Qingshu dragged the long voice and bit his head thoughtfully.

"I am not deaf or dumb, I am not worthy of being the leader." I grabbed the wine glass and took a big mouthful again, stretched and said, "You learn more from Brother Lei in life. He is more skillful than me and more diligent than me."

The ancients said that it is rare to be confused. In fact, it does not mean that people are as dizzy as if they are confused every day, but rather that they should not be too smart in everything. If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the person is careful, there will be no disciple. Sometimes, everything is obviously dry, but they just don’t say it out, so that they and the other party can make do with each other.

After all, it is impossible for people to think in a synchronized manner. It is unrealistic to let everyone understand what you think and feel.

Jia Dong understood this truth very well, so he called Lao Xiong in the afternoon, which seemed to be very careless. I also understood the reason. If his uncle was not Lao Xiong, I might not have glanced at him directly. Therefore, unless our relationship is really a temper and personality, it is a sweet relationship between villains.

After a few glasses of wine, Jia Dong and Qian Long had a more enjoyable time. The two of them hugged each other with their arms around the coffee table and shaking their heads. The DJ music and flashing lights in the private room were turned on at the most.

The subwoofer with the "bang bang" was like a wall tearing, making me feel uncomfortable. I made a random excuse and walked out of the room. As soon as I went out, I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, looking at the honest and middle-aged man stretching his neck and looking into the private room.

He was shocked by my sudden opening of the door, and hurriedly took two steps to the side, and at the same time he squeezed out a honest smile.

"Is there something wrong, uncle?" I asked with a frown.
Chapter completed!