The arrogance of the city

Chapter 110

Except for a very few lucky ones who are favored by God, few people's success will come from chance.

Behind those successful people, it can be said that almost all of them have experienced a dark struggle and a desperate struggle.But the strangeness of human nature is that people tend to turn a blind eye to the past, they only stare at where you are now, and then choose to be in awe or contempt, which is why the majority of people in this world are always doing nothing.

Fortunately, although Yan Donglai had a rough fate, he was not let down by life. He gradually grew from a poor boy in a desolate mountain village to a powerful owl in the East China Sea.

As the old saying goes, what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.

The two drank a bottle of Louis XIII, a bottle of brandy, a bottle of Martell Cordon Bleu, and an empty beer was dumped on the table.Although Li Futu and Yan Donglai are quite different in age, they are both people who have seen big storms, and their alcohol tolerance is not bad, but there is a saying that goes well, everyone gets drunk when they are not drunk.

Yan Donglai has been telling his own story intermittently, and Li Futu played the role of a qualified listener and listened silently. When the banquet drew to a close, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, as the biggest culprit of the empty wine bottles on the table Yan Donglai's face was flushed, showing drunkenness.

"Manager Li, help Brother Yan to rest."

Although Li Futu's face was obviously drunk, he was obviously stronger than Yan Donglai.He helped Yan Donglai, who was already a little unconscious, to stand up, and handed Yan Donglai to Li Tang who came in to stand by.

"Young Master Li is serious. You are the boss's distinguished guest. Calling me like that is really embarrassing. If Li Shao really thinks highly of me, just call me Xiao Li."

Li Tang said with a smile, and at the same time carefully took Yan Donglai from Futu's hand.

"Brother Li, I have talked too much tonight, I hope you don't mind."

Yan Donglai said with a blushing face, alcohol can only exert its power when it is superimposed with people's emotions. Although the wine tonight has not reached the bottom line of his drinking capacity, his mind is indeed a little confused at the moment. He didn't try his best to refuse Li Tang's support.

These stories have been held in his heart for so many years, and he has never told anyone about them. Telling Li Futu is not entirely a whim or the instigation of alcohol.As a man who has experienced ups and downs, no matter how depressed he is, he is unlikely to confide in others casually, but Yan Donglai is a man of flesh and blood, not a machine of steel. These stories have been held in his heart for so long. He was also uncomfortable, besides, he invited Li Futu to come to the Dynasty today with the purpose of further strengthening the relationship.

And what better way to bond than by sharing privacy?
So Yan Donglai was intentional or unintentional when he uttered the truth after drinking today, but anyway, telling the old story, the depression accumulated in his heart for many years can be regarded as venting, as if a piece of clogging was removed. With the huge boulder on his chest, the whole person inexplicably became a lot easier.

Yan Donglai did not regret telling Li Futu the past.

"Brother Yan, you are a man of flesh and blood, affection and righteousness. I am really glad to know you."

Li Futu looked at Yan Donglai with less guard and distance in his eyes, and more sincerity from the bottom of his heart.

Although Yan Donglai lost a kidney, he looked more like a man than most men in the world.

Yan Donglai laughed loudly, and patted Li Futu's shoulder heavily, "Don't go back tonight, since you've come to Brother Yan's place, Brother Yan will let you go home with all your heart."

Without waiting for Li Futu to speak, he turned his head and told Li Tang who was supporting him: "Xiao Li, I will leave it to you to arrange, if you can't satisfy Brother Li, I'm the only one to ask!"

Naturally, it is impossible for Li Tang to disobey orders, and he has done such things before, but it is different from the previous entertainment, he can clearly feel that the boss's attitude towards this young man seems to be very unusual.

"Don't worry, boss, everything is on me."

Li Tang bowed his head respectfully in response, and then apologized to Li Futu, "Young Master Li, please wait for a while, I will take the boss to rest first, and I will come over to make arrangements for you right away."

"Brother Yan, there is no need to trouble yourself..."

Li Futu smiled wryly, he really didn't have any intention of seeking flowers and asking willows.

"Brother Li, you don't need to say much. This is Brother Yan's wish. You can't leave. If you leave, you will look down on me as a brother."

Yan Donglai seemed to know what Li Futu was going to say, and raised his hand to interrupt him.

"You must know that my place is not only good for wine. Many people come to Dynasty for the beauties here. Brother Li, since you have come to Baoshan, there is no reason for you to return empty-handed. That's the deal. You stay here for a while. Sit down, Li Tang will come over soon, Brother Li, you are still young, just at the age of indulgence, don't let this good time live up to you."

After saying that, he gave Li Futu an ambiguous look that any man could understand, then he laughed, waved his hands, and was supported by Li Tang to leave the box.

Li Futu smiled wryly, and watched the two leave.He knew that Yan Dong came here with good intentions, but unlike the successful people who came here to relax, he was not in a hurry, and he was not very interested in prostitutes.

But people are in the arena, they can't help themselves, there is a saying that hospitality is hard to refuse, since Yan Donglai has already said this, if he refuses again, it will be too unreasonable.

Li Futu never thought that he would have to be a prostitute one day due to helplessness.

Does this count as prostitution?

Li Futu smiled wryly and shook his head, he had no choice but to sit down again, picked up a beer bottle on the table, poured the last remaining bit of wine into a glass, and drank it by himself.

Whatever it is, if it comes, it will be safe.

What kind of dragon pool and tiger den in this world has he never been through, and he is not a Tang monk who has the effect of immortality, so is he afraid that some spider spirits and bone spirits will come out of this silk hole and eat him?

And since Yan Donglai had such confidence in the beauties here, Li Futu thought for a second, and decided that it would be better if he simply experienced it. He also wanted to see how far the domestic Goulan market had developed.

Besides, he is not a pure-hearted defender of Taoism, and it is not that he has no romantic experience abroad. Although he has to stay to take care of Yan Donglai's face, when the time comes, whether he will use real swords or guns is not his own decision?
Thinking about it this way, Li Futu's mentality gradually began to become free and easy, just like a prostitute who came to buy sex, sitting in the private room drinking a small drink, waiting for the arrangement.

(End of this chapter)