Counterattack 1988

Just when Yan Qin's lips were about to touch Wang Lin, the sound of the music stopped abruptly. In the lobby of the nightclub, a follow spot light was turned on at the same time, hitting the stage.

The atmosphere that had just been created was suddenly interrupted.

As if frightened, Yan Qin withdrew her hand and sat upright at the same time.

No one here knows Yan Qin, but is it possible that someone recognizes Wang Lin?

A tall, thin man in a white shirt, black trousers, and a bright red tie stood under the spotlight with a smile on his face, waved his hand vigorously, pointed to a booth on the right, and said loudly: "Boss Chen, please!" Everyone drink, everyone in the audience has a Budweiser pure raw! Everyone applauds for Boss Chen!"

The audience erupted into warm applause, some shouted, some whistled, and some shouted, "Thank you, Boss Chen."

Yan Qin curled her lips: "Just give a beer, which is worth making a fuss about, and the whole audience will repay the blessing! Is it necessary? If you are really rich, just give each person a bottle of Remy Martin!"

Wang Lin laughed and said: "That's right, there are hundreds of people here! Each of them has a Budweiser, which is considered an act of a local tyrant."

Yan Qin said: "What is this? In the nightclubs in Xiangjiang, there are often local tyrants who pay the bill! At least it will cost 50 to 100 million."

Wang Lindao: "You are a local tyrant from Xiangjiang, a wealthy woman, why don't you pay for the audience?"

Yan Qin said: "Why? I don't! If I have money, I won't keep it for myself?"

Wang Lin laughed and said, "Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself."

Yan Qin said: "The local tyrant wants to show off! If you want to show off, show off a big one!"

At this time, the music stopped, and the applause also stopped. When Yan Qin and Wang Lin chatted a little loudly, it spread a little far away, and was heard by the big brother who delivered the beer.

The beer delivery man is not tall, only about 1.6 meters five, but he is very fat, his stomach is as big as a barrel, his eyes must not be able to see his toes, he has a bald head, he is about 40 years old, fat With big ears and red face, there are several men sitting beside each man, and there is a little girl next to each man.

Hearing Yan Qin's words, the bald head was obviously unhappy. He got up suddenly and was about to get angry, but seeing that Yan Qin was a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but smile: "Beauty, you have money? Can you spend money like my brother and me?"

Yan Qin said lightly: "Is this also called spending money like water? At most, it's just a few bottles of beer!"

Being snatched away by a beautiful woman and being looked down upon by a beautiful woman, the bald head felt unwilling and said, "Beauty, if you come to have a drink with me, I'll give you a gold bar!"

Yan Qin said: "A standard gold bar is only 3.746 ounces, which is 116.64 grams. Calculated at 80 yuan per gram, it is only 9331.2 yuan. Things that cost less than 1 yuan are not bad for sending off Miss Wu!"

"..." The bald head was shocked by Yan Qin's professionalism and disdain.

One good thing about local tyrants is that they still look at other people's clothes to some extent.

The bald head was stunned for a moment, and after a careful look at Yan Qin's attire, he knew that this woman might be really unusual, and she should have some money, so he said, "Hehe, I underestimated you, miss! How about this, come and accompany me for a glass of wine, I Give you 10 yuan in cash!"

A woman screamed: "Boss Chen, I'll drink with you, I can do anything! Give me 10 yuan! You can ask me to do anything!"

There were also men who booed: "Boss Chen, I am good at drinking! You can drink whatever you want! I will accompany you until you vomit blood! I don't need 10 yuan, nor 3000 yuan, just give me [-] yuan!"

Another person said: "Brother, don't drive up the price, I will accompany you for 1000 yuan!"

"..."

Yan Qin was slightly annoyed and said: "This person really has no quality! He is teasing me!"

Wang Lin frowned slightly.

He seldom comes to nightclubs to spend, let alone pretend to show off his wealth in such a scene.

But the only woman beside him is Yan Qin.

It is said that a woman is the face of a man, and also the reverse scale of a man.

Others knew that Yan Qin was sitting next to Wang Lin, but they dared to openly ask her to accompany him for a drink. This was ignoring Wang Lin's existence.

Although Wang Lin hadn't pretended to be aggressive in a nightclub, he had seen how other people played.

It's not that Wang Lin can't afford such a local tyrant who pays the bill, but it's just that it's not fun to finish it in one sentence.

For the same money, you can have more fun!

Wang Lin waved to Uncle Zhong next to him.

Uncle Zhong stepped forward, bent down, and listened to Dong Wang's instructions.

Wang Lin and Uncle Zhong whispered a few words.

Uncle Zhong nodded and took the order to leave.

After a while, eight tall beauties in miniskirts and suspenders, showing their small waists and navels, walked over with their hips twisted, stood in a row in front of Wang Lin, bent over, and said neatly, "Hello, boss." !"

Wang Lin nodded, pointed to the table in front of him, and said, "Go up and dance."

A dancer smiled and said, "Boss, we dance here, and we charge 300 yuan per person for each dance, and the duration is 3 minutes."

Wang Lindao: "300 is too cheap, I will give you 800 yuan for each dance!"

"Wow!" The dancers were so happy that they jumped up on the spot, with surprise smiles on their faces, "Thank you boss!"

Eight beauties came to the table in unison.

Nightclub tables are huge, as high as coffee tables, but much bigger.

The eight beauties stood on it, and they couldn't dance, so they just showed off their good figures, so that people can see how strong they are!
Why did Wang Lin call eight beauties to come and dance?
Because at the table with the bald head, there are two beauties dancing.

Wang Lin yelled eight times and naturally crushed the opponent.

In this store, it is common to call beautiful women to dance, and people with a little money will call one or two to help the fun.

But Wang Lin was the first and only one who asked eight people to dance at the same time, and also took the initiative to raise the dance price to 800 yuan each.

Wang Lin's action shocked the entire nightclub!

Looking at this side with the bald head, he couldn't help but froze, his face darkened.

Yan Qin knew that Wang Lin was standing up for himself.

In this kind of situation, if you want to get back the situation, of course you should treat the person in the same way as the person, you can't beat the other person to vent your anger, right?

Yan Qin said: "Wang Lin, they look pretty good! They can dance well too!"

Wang Lindao: "As long as you like it, let them dance until we leave!"

"Thank you, Boss!" The dancing girls heard it and danced harder.

"Dancing like this is too monotonous, let's add some champagne to the fun!" Wang Lin said to the waiter beside him.

"How many bottles of champagne would you like, boss? One of 1980 champagne."

"Eight beauties, ten for each."

"That's 80?"

"You're good at math."

"Thank you boss." The waiter grinned happily and shouted, "This boss wants 80 bottles of champagne!"

Yan Qin said: "Can each of them drink ten bottles of champagne?"

Wang Lindao: "Champagne is not for drinking."

Yan Qin said: "What is it used for?"

Wang Lin smiled slightly: "You will find out later."

The staff came with a cart.

Wang Lin ordered: "Shake up the champagne and spray it on the beauty!"

These wines are also considered sales commissions for the dancing girls.

Each bottle of champagne costs 2000 yuan, and ten bottles per person is [-] yuan. The beauties can get a commission without drinking it.

They stretched out their hands: "Come on, spray!"

Spraying champagne is also common in nightclubs, mainly to enliven the atmosphere.

In this luxurious place, it's all about playing a little unusual game!
This is exciting!

To leave a deep sensory impression!
Several waiters shook the champagne together, and then sprayed it on the beauties on the table.

The beauties are good at it, dancing and screaming.

When some dancers are having fun, they pick up champagne and pour it on themselves or pour it on their chest.

For a time, champagne and beauties danced together, and the bubbles and wine were the same color.

All the people in the audience were attracted by the extravagant behavior here, and came to watch one after another.

There was no one dancing on the dance floor.

The show on stage also forgot to restart.

Fortunately, the sound engineer played the best dance music very cooperatively.

The owner of the bar was alarmed and ran over from the office to see what was going on.

I have to say, playing like this is really exciting!
The froth of champagne splashed, splashing the customers at the next table.

The customers at that table stood up and protested: "Play as you want, don't spray on us!"

The owner of the bar happened to be present, and called 30 security guards to come over, lined up, and stood around Wang Lin's booth, forming a human wall to block the splashing foam.

Wang Lin can spend so much money, why can't the boss take good care of him?
Not to mention dirtying the floor and internal security personnel, but demolishing the nightclub, as long as Wang Lin can afford it, why not do it?
80 bottles of champagne, 2000 yuan each, that's 16 yuan!
800 for a dance, eight people dance together, one dance is 6400, just 3 minutes.

What if you jump for an hour?

That's 12!
Good guy, just this one, the cost is 30!

Isn't this better than giving everyone a beer to the local tyrant?
If you want to pretend to be a local tyrant, you have to play like a local tyrant!
Local tyrants have no humanity!
Local tyrants spend money like dirt!

30, it's gone with a wave of hands!
If this is the end, then it's not Wang Lin's fault!
After a while, Uncle Zhong came back with a big handbag in his hand.

Everyone stared at the bag, which, needless to say, must have contained cash.

Wang Lin told Uncle Zhong: "All the staff, dancers, each give a tip of 500 yuan."

Uncle Zhong agreed and unzipped the large bag.

It was full of neat hundred-dollar bills.

Uncle Zhong took out a few stacks and tipped the staff at the scene, five hundred per person!

This time, everyone went crazy!

No matter what Wang Lin asked them to do, they all agreed very quickly and worked very hard.

This night is destined to be an unforgettable night for them to sell gold!
The people at the table with bald heads looked dumbfounded!
The two dancers dancing on the bald side looked at the eight sisters enviously. They also wanted to run over and let Wang Lin bully them with champagne!

"Brother, this man is really rich!" said the bald boy wiping his face.

"Hey!" The bald head shook his head helplessly, "Damn it! That's not called being rich! Without billions of dollars, who would dare to play like this? Fuck me! Isn't it just a drink? As for wasting money like this?"

"Brother, she's a beautiful girl with a lot of money to buy a smile! That beauty was teased by you just now, and she's not happy, how happy is she smiling now? Brother, you're still a petty person, I'm so arrogant!"

The bald head touched his head: "I don't know who that young man is? Is there such a person in Huacheng?"

The little brother said: "I don't know, I have never seen it before!"

The bald head said: "Go, ask around! Within 3 minutes, I want to know all the information about this person!"