Old Qi glanced at his boss, Wang Zhaomou gave him a nod, and Old Qi punched Mr. Zhang in the side. After a while, he pressed Mr. Zhang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, to kneel in front of Wang Zhaomou.
"Wang Zhaomou, you are crazy!" Mr. Zhang stared at the spotless leather shoes in front of him, and complained vaguely, "I am..."
" What you are, I don't know?" Wang Zhaomou raised his foot, stepped on the man's side face. He lowered his body, exerting strength slowly, until the other person's face was close to the floor and unable to speak, then he looked up at the waitress and smiled slightly, "Come here, please."
"Boss." The waitress was so frightened that she couldn't help herself. It was the first time she saw such a bloody scene after working here for two months.
"Give him wine, as much as you can, and I'll pay to them. Wang Zhaomou's voice was soft and elegant, with a slight comforting meaning, "With me here, he dare not trouble you."
"Really, really?" The waiter's voice trembled, and her fingers kept twisting the hem of her clothes.
"I don't tell lies." Wang Zhaomou pulled his legs indifferently, pulled out a card, and beckoned to the other two waiters, "Swipe the card."
The first waitress found a funnel from nowhere, and with the help of old Qi, started to pour wine bottle by bottle, into the mouth of the wailing President Zhang.
Every time the first waitress picked a bottle , other waitress swiped the card. Wang Zhaomou casually leaned on the sofa, rested his legs and closed his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, the music in the box stopped. Wang Zhaomou slowly opened his eyes, and saw Mr. Zhang who was poured wine, vomiting out wine.
"Send him to the nearest garbage dump and bury him deeper." Wang Zhaomou stood up, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled gently at several waiters, and elegantly pulled out a few pink banknotes from his wallet.
"Please help carry him down."
In the lobby of the bar, several young people were having fun, when they suddenly saw some waiters carrying a man who kept spitting wine down.
Thinking of the person who brought the drinks just now, the young men paused and continued playing poker, as if they hadn't seen the previous scene.
After a while, Wang Zhaomou came down from the second floor, sat at the bar, and checked the time.
It will take at least half an hour for Old Qi to return from throwing out the trash. Although he had cleaned up that piece of trash, Wang Zhaomou did not feel relaxed at all.
The Wang family would still go bankrupt, and he would still have nothing and die lonely in the basement. It's just that there is one less person who relies on the Wang family for profit and enjoy his mesery.
"Master Wang, do you need something to drink?" the bartender asked enthusiastically.
"Have a few glasses what you are good at it." Wang Zhaomou was a little tired, and raised his hand to rub the center of his eyebrows.
Half an hour passe by in a blink. As soon as Old Qi came back, he saw the boss sitting at the bar chatting with the bartender.
"Boss.."
Wang Zhaomou turned his face sideways, his eyes slightly red."Have you found Leng Ye?"
"Boss, I have checked Suzhou City and nearby cities, and there is no one-year-old named Leng Ye." Old Qi watched Wang Zhaomou remain motionless, as if lost in thought, and could only bite the bullet Keep talking.
"One more thing..." Old Qi was helpless, "Master Zhaoyun is already at school, waiting for you for a day."
Wang Zhaomou was a little dazed, "Did he admit it wrong?"
"No, he ate dinner in the principal's office, and said..."
"What else?" Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes.
"Also said..." Lao Qi lowered his voice, "If you don't go, he will tell everyone that three years ago when you got drunk, you hugged someone else's dog, taught a group of old men and women to dance the ballroom dance, and directed traffic at the intersection, and you even got arrested by the police." (Lol)
"Nonsense, I didn't." Wang Zhaomou's eyes wandered.
Old Qi looked at boss for a while, then suddenly reacted. He called the bartender and asked.
"How much did the boss drink?"
"Seven glasses." The bartender answered while wipeing the glasses.
Old Qi frowned, "What was the boss talking about with you just now?"
Hearing it, the bartender looked helpless, "Master Wang was arguing with me about how many legs sixty-four frogs have.. I said two hundred and fifty-six, but Master Wang insisted on two hundred and fifty five, because there is one frog with three legs."
Old Qi suddenly felt bad, and turned his head to look again, and found that the person next to him had disappeared at some point, and he couldn't help but fel a thump in his heart.
"Quick! Quickly look for the boss!"
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Old Wang Doesn't want to be Tragic (Rebirth)
RomanceOnly after Wang Zhao Mou's death did he find out that he was just a supporting male character in a Mary Su book. Wang's group, which he had worked hard for more than twenty years, went bankrupt overnight. Only because of the one sentence that the ma...
