The system takes me to pretend

Many people at the bar were a little confused and looked at a loss.

"what?"

"Water? Can't you hear me?" Qu Housen frowned and increased the volume.

"Who give me a place, this ten thousand dollar belongs to who!!!"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, still confused.

Chu Housen's forehead was covered with black lines.

Damn, the people in the empire on which the sun never sets are all deaf?

"It's not that I can't hear you, it's that I don't understand what you're saying!" Seeing that Qu Housen was about to continue to increase the volume, Su Hao reminded him speechlessly.

"Don't understand?" Qu Housen's eyes twitched.

"Damn, my English has passed CET-[-] overseas, and they don't even understand it, is it rubbish?"

Su Hao: "."

You are so serious and shameless, you are so kind!
In order to pretend to be more aggressive, Qu Housen spent money to hire a beautiful translator.

"Tell these people, whoever makes room for me, this ten thousand dollars will be theirs."

The beautiful translator immediately understood, walked to the bar, pointed at Qu Housen and said to a group of drinking customers, "Who-gave-this-gentleman-the-position, who-is this-one-million-dollars!"

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little surprised.

A position of [-] US dollars seems a bit arrogant!
However, out of face, no one stood up to make way for Qu Housen.

Although [-] US dollars is a lot, everyone comes to the bar, one is for entertainment, and the other is to flirt with girls.

If you are tempted by $[-], that's a bit too low.

"Huaxia people, are you humiliating us?" A strong man wearing a Rolex watch seemed to understand Chinese. He put his arms around a woman and said disdainfully.

Unmoved, Qu Housen took out another stack of banknotes and threw them on the bar counter to let the beautiful translator speak.

"Whoever gives up the position, the money will be his."

When everyone heard this, their eyes became hot.

$[-] for a seat change is well worth it.

You must know that most of the people who come here for entertainment are not rich, and their monthly salary is only five or six thousand dollars.

The [-] U.S. dollars was worth their wages for several months.

Just as someone was about to speak, Qu Housen took out three stacks of banknotes and threw them on the bar counter.

At this time, there are already fifty thousand dollars in full.

With a grim expression on his face, Qu Housen drew out two banknotes, took out a cigarette, lit the cigarette with the banknotes, and took a puff.

When the smell of smoke lingered, he said lightly: "For fifty thousand dollars, who is willing to give up their seat?"

"Please!" Before everyone could speak, the bartender at the counter raised his hand violently.

He only spends seven to eight thousand dollars in bartending here for a month. If he can get the fifty thousand dollars in front of him, he can buy a small car and drive it.

"Yes, there is a way to make money." Qu Housen nodded slightly, took out another stack of banknotes, and put them on the bar: "I will reward you with this ten thousand dollars."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers to signal the bartender to come out.

"Thank-you!" The bartender's eyes were straightened, and he said thank you vigorously, and then quickly transferred the money into his pocket.

With a full belt, he looked like he had won 500 million yuan.

When everyone saw this, they all secretly scolded themselves for being stupid and had to be reserved.

This is all right, the matter that could be solved by standing up, ended up losing $[-] abruptly.

Some girls even regretted that their intestines were turning green, and their faces were very ugly.

Unexpectedly, after Qu Housen walked to the inner seat of the bar, he took out another stack of banknotes and threw it on the bar counter.

"Whoever buys me a pack of cigarettes will own the ten thousand dollars."

"Made, it's great to be rich, isn't it? Hehe, if I didn't want to buy a bottle of water and happened to be on the way, I wouldn't go there!" One person snorted coldly, picked up a stack of banknotes, and hurried over to buy cigarettes.

Su Hao: "."

This operation, um. It's really fragrant!

"I forgot to ask that guy to buy a lighter." Qu Housen seemed to have remembered something, and took out another stack of banknotes.

"Whoever buys me a lighter, the ten thousand dollars will be his."

A fat man quickly picked up the stack of banknotes, got up and said, "I just remembered that my old father who passed away for many years asked me to bring a lighter back home. If this is the case, please do me a favor by the way."

As he spoke, he stood up and said as he walked, "If my old father, who had passed away for many years, was not in a hurry to ask me to send the lighter down, how could a person like me who treats money like dung would bend down for five buckets of rice?"

After speaking, he walked faster and faster, and he had already arrived at the service desk.

Su Hao could clearly hear his excited voice, just like the person who picked up 100 yuan on the road, excited and delighted.

Sure enough, those who have money travel thousands of miles to meet each other, but those who have no money do not know each other.

Money...the root of all evil!
After a while, the cigarettes and lighters arrived, and Qu Housen skillfully lit the cigarettes, while still taking out banknotes from the storage bag.

When some girls saw the glowing banknotes, they all showed fiery eyes, and their breaths were short of breath, just like a prostitute who couldn't hold back his little brother, ready to move.

If they can get so much money, it will be enough for them to enjoy themselves at the end of the year.

"Sovereign, did you not embarrass you?" Qu Housen asked Su Hao, shaking his eyebrows, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Before meeting Su Hao, he was engaged in maritime trade and often dealt with money, and he also deeply understood that in the secular world, as long as he has money, there is nothing he cannot handle.

The corner of Su Hao's mouth twitched: "Calm down, we are here to wait for someone, if you do this, the whole bar will gather around."

"It's okay, there is no shortage of rich people here, look over there." Qu Housen took a puff of his cigarette and pointed to another bar.

Su Hao took a quick look, and saw a potbellied man shaking a bunch of BMW keys.

"Which baby can give me a massage, I will give her a BMW~"

A delicate-looking woman hurriedly leaned beside him, pressing her slender hands back and forth on his body, her whole body kept leaning against him, wishing she could put her whole body into the other's arms.

Even, for this key, two women fought.

Su Hao felt convinced.

Sure enough, the world of the rich cannot be understood with ordinary people's thinking.

Of course, when it comes to money, in the White Mist Bar, he dares to be the second, and no one dares to be the first.

It's just that people who are really rich are very low-key, not to mention that at their level, money is already considered a real possession.

Anyway, George won't arrive until ten minutes later, so Su Hao simply ignored Qu Housen and drank on his own.

When it was ten o'clock in the evening, George arrived as expected.

He was wearing a mask, his hair was messy and unkempt, and he looked like an ordinary civilian.

Because of tax evasion, George was restricted by the royal queen Mary Sabeth and deprived of his property, giving him only two hundred dollars a day.

His life in the past few months has been to sleep during the day and come to the White Mist Bar at night to get drunk.

The owner of the White Mist Bar is a friend of George, and will reserve an exclusive place for him every night and reimburse him for all expenses.

Seeing George enter the White Mist Bar and habitually sit in an empty corner ordering drinks, Su Hao patted Qu Housen on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "The target person has appeared, let's go."

"Ah? So fast?" Qu Housen was stunned for a moment, but reluctantly pulled away from the embrace of the beauty, and followed Su Hao to a corner where there was no one else.

When he came to George, he had already filled the glass with wine and swallowed it in one gulp, with a very strong capacity for alcohol.

Su Hao and Qu Housen came over, but he ignored them and just drank on his own.

"Alcohol can relieve your worries, but it can't change your current situation." Su Hao sat opposite George and spoke slowly.

As members of the royal family, they are required to be familiar with the five major languages ​​of the world, including Chinese.

Therefore, he was not worried that George could not understand Chinese.

"Huaxia people?" George shook his hand holding the cup slightly, and looked at Su Hao with a little surprise.

Most of the locals come to visit this White Mist Bar, and there are very few foreigners. In the past month, this is the first time he has seen people from Huaxia.

This is not a point of surprise, the reason for the surprise is because of Su Hao's face.

Totally local!

But the accent of the other party is an out-and-out Chinese pronunciation, without any feeling of a native of the empire on which the sun never sets.

It seems that it is the soul of a foreigner who wears the appearance of a local.

Especially a pair of deep pupils, like brilliant starbursts, captivating the body and mind, filled with a mysterious attraction, making people unable to help but want to fall into the vortex of aura.

Su Hao just smiled and didn't respond. Instead, he picked up the bar spoon next to him, scooped up ice cubes, put them into the shaker, and then gently poured it over with boiling water.

In an instant, the steam curls up with the aroma of wine, which is refreshing.

"Do you want to return to the top and hold the power of the royal family?"

The faint voice caused George's figure to freeze suddenly, and his complexion changed drastically.

"Who are you?!"

"I'm the one who came to rescue you." Su Hao smiled, put the wine leaves into the shaker, and shook it slightly.

Immediately, several pieces of wine leaves looked like a woman in a delicate cheongsam. The buds and leaves were tightly wrapped, slender and plump, and the vision was refreshing. Dai Meishui eyes.

Every time Su Hao shakes the jug, the aroma of the wine is different.

After the first shake, the elegant aroma rises from the cup and hits the nostrils.

After the second shake, the mellow and sweet aromas came out together.

After the third shake, the fragrance is strong and unfailing.

The fourth shake fell, clear and transparent.

The fifth shake falls, elegant and soft, gradually permeating.

The sixth shake falls, the taste is light, long and elegant, and the fragrance is quiet and quiet.

The jug is as light as a thin piece of paper between Su Hao's fingers, the wine is flowing down leisurely, and the wrist moves the fingers, as if tracing an exquisite meticulous painting, bit by bit, stroke by stroke, blurred from the bottom of my heart out.

The wine leaves slowly sank to the bottom of the cup, and then gradually emerged, swaying and floating, sank and floated three times, and the wine leaves curled slightly, like small folds pinched.

Three seconds later, Su Hao pushed the prepared wine to George.

"The wine in your hand is not good, why don't you come and taste the wine I made."

"This wine is called Liberation!"