Chapter7
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"Xiao Zi."
"Here! Oh damn." Qin Xiao was leaning against the car in black casual clothes. He had a handsome appearance and still had a bit of rascality between his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Feng, did you just get out of prison?"
Tao Feng caught the car key he threw over with one hand, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved: "Is it extremely cool?"
There was only a short layer of green stubble left on his head. There was also a pair of spread wings tattooed on the back of his neck. At this time, he looked at people with his chin raised, looking extremely defiant.
People coming and going thought that they were gang leaders from somewhere and were about to have a fight.
Qin Xiao gave a thumbs up: "Super cool."
"Where are we going to eat later?"
Tao Feng sat in the driver's seat: "Cantonese cuisine or Michelin?"
"That's so boring."
Tao Feng: ".......If you don't want to eat, then go home."
"Don't." Qin Xiao buckled his seat belt furtively: "I heard that there is a new club opened in the second ring road. How about going there to play? It just matches your look. Awesome!"
Tao Feng turned the steering wheel to the left and frowned imperceptibly: "I will join the crew the day after tomorrow. I have to find my state."
"Then start looking for it from the club." Qin Xiao turned his head to look at him and continued to chatter: "You are always in a sage mode. Even if you act in your true colors, you have to relax a bit."
"You are the one who acts in true colors. Don't randomly put hats on this good citizen."
"I'll send a 'model citizen' pennant to your home later." Qin Xiao grinned: "Turn right at the next intersection."
The two bought some food on the road to fill their stomachs. As soon as the high-profile Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle stopped at the door, a waiter came up and waited. He took the car key with both hands and went to park the car.
Qin Xiao skillfully took out a few hundred yuan bills from his wallet and instructed: "Find a designated driver to come over at eleven o'clock."
The heavy drum and electronic music had a strong rhythm. Men and women were swaying on the dance floor. It was full of flashy scenes. It had been a long time since he had been to such a place. The flickering laser lights made Tao Feng narrow his eyes. He unbuttoned two buttons on his collar and followed Qin Xiao along the booths.
Tao Feng was tall with long legs and a buzz cut. He was too eye-catching and different. Since he entered the door, he had attracted many people's gazes. As soon as he found a seat and sat down, several young girls had already come over with wine glasses to strike up a conversation.
"Go dance for a while?" The music was so loud that even if Qin Xiao was close to Tao Feng's ear, he still had to shout.
Tao Feng shook the strong tequila in his hand, raised his head boldly, and then slapped the empty glass on the table with a "pop": "Let's go."
A small-town hooligan who spends all day in a repair shop. No one in his family takes care of him. No one in school dares to take care of him. The primitive wildness and rascality on him are what Tao Feng, who has been in society for several years, doesn't have.
Qin Xiao is right. Always being tense. Maybe it won't have the effect. For this cannon fodder character who is arrogant and crazy about the female lead, if the acting is too heavy and excessive, it is very easy to act in a wretched and greasy way.
The DJ shook while holding the earphone with one hand. A dynamic dance song cut in and the atmosphere clamored and reached a new peak.
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Jiang Chi took back his gaze from the dance floor below and put his hand on the back of the sofa, looking unruly and lazy: "Danzi, you must make a lot of money in this place in one night, right?"
He was sitting in the private seat on the second floor of the club. The glass was made of special materials. The movement inside couldn't be seen from the outside, but the situation outside could be seen clearly from the inside.
"Not much."
Shan Yang, who was called by name, stretched out three fingers: "Only this number. It's still less than the fraction of Brother Lin's single business."
Jiang Chi, Shan Yang and Wang Lin are childhood friends who grew up together. The three families have been close since their fathers' generation. Calculated, they have decades of friendship. Business cooperation has bound them tightly together.
After eight years abroad, Wang Lin finally planned to return and settle down. His good brothers must be the first to welcome him back. Naturally, they made an appointment at this new club invested by Shan Yang.
"Damn, you guys are all so f*****g good at making money. My dad forces me to go to the company every day, but my eyes hurt when I see those numbers." Jiang Chi lit a cigarette for himself and grabbed his hair irritably.
He looked at Wang Lin who was still looking down at the tablet in front of him and threw a cigarette box over: "I said, Brother Lin, can we not look at your Martian report forms when we come out to play?"
Wang Lin didn't take the cigarette. He just pressed the screen of the tablet with a "click": "I'm not looking at the report."
"Just sitting here chatting always feels listless." Jiang Chi tapped off the ash and turned his head to look at the dance floor again: "Go dance?"
Wang Lin picked up the whiskey on the table. The ice cubes collided and made a slight sound, making his voice low and lazy: "You guys go."
Not knowing what he saw, Jiang Chi's voice suddenly became a few decibels higher. He called Wang Lin and Shan Yang over to look: "Among all these dark figures, this guy is the most eye-catching. His hair is also cut extremely short."
He continued to talk eloquently while holding a cigarette: "But this kind of man is the most attractive in the club. In one session, he can hook up with a lot of....... "
Before he could finish speaking, the door of the private seat was pulled open with a "swish", leaving Jiang Chi and Shan Yang who were stunned looking at each other.
"Did I hear it wrong? Didn't he just say he wasn't going?"
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