National male god A exploded

Chapter 6 Feng Ran folded his arms around his chest and squinted at the man
"Get out of the car and go to work." Feng Ran's lips always subconsciously slanted to the right, and she smiled wickedly, matching her feminine face that was difficult to distinguish, she was fascinated.

"Brother Ran, we broke the hands of that old rascal Xu Ningzhong's son, he won't take revenge on us." The three ladies were chatting with Feng Ran while they were touching up their makeup.

"It should be, so these two days you go to work with Dahei, he will protect you."

Turning his head to look at the big man, Feng Ran was talking to the big man in fluent English, the big man was a little displeased at first, but then nodded, which was considered to have agreed to Feng Ran's request.

"Don't make it up, it's the same if you make it up again, get out of the car." Feng Ran tilted his head and urged them to get out of the car.

"Brother Ran, you're so annoying." A woman in the back seat made a prank by putting a mark of lipstick on Feng Ran's face.

"Brother Ran, when can we continue to work in the casino, the casino is much better than the bar, there is more oil and water, and the customers won't change too much." The woman hugged Fengran's neck reluctantly before getting off the car.

"In two days, don't go these days, I will discuss with the boss to find some thugs for you, go in."

The three women got out of the car one after another, and the big man followed suit.

Bored, Feng Ran sat in the car all night.

"Brother Ran, brother Ran is not good." The fat man who was kicked out of the car by Feng Ran ran over panting.

"What?" Feng Ran always had that calm look.

"Li Qing was beaten by a guest."

"Let's go and have a look." Feng Ran opened the car door, put his hands in his pockets, and quickly walked towards the bar with his long legs.

The fat man had short legs and was fat. He only kept up with Feng Ran when he trotted.

King Bar has more than a dozen floors, and the consumption on each floor is different.

The higher the floor, the higher the consumption.

The two went to the VIP box on the fourth floor of the bar. The consumption level on this floor can only be considered average, and the people who come here are generally young white-collar workers.

When Feng Ran opened the door and entered, he saw a handsome girl being pulled by the hair of a middle-aged man.

The girl apologized with tears in her eyes: "I was wrong, Brother Chen."

"Just an apology." The man roughly pulled out the belt, put his hand on the girl's head and forced her to kneel in front of him, "give me a mouth."

"Brother Chen, I only accompany you and don't sell wine." The girl begged bitterly.

"You pretend to be innocent when you come out to sell." The man flicked the belt to slap the girl, Feng Ran quickly stepped forward and grabbed the belt.

The man tugged a few times without moving, and when he raised his head, he met Fengran's cold eyes.

Feeling a little guilty, but the man still stuck his neck and said angrily: "Boy, do you want to meddle in your own business?"

In her previous life, she had lived in this kind of romantic place for 28 years, and Feng Ran had seen many different kinds of men.

The man in front of him was obviously a small white-collar worker with a little spare money. He got angry at the company during the day and wanted to come here to find a lady at night to feel superior.

"Brother Chen, let's forget about it." The other friends in the box were obviously men, they were all young white-collar workers, they didn't have much money, they didn't dare to cause trouble, and they wanted to settle down.

But the man is obviously addicted to pretending to be a fat man, especially the girl named Li Qing seems to be resigned.

"What's the point? Have you never heard that the customer is God? I spent money, so this is your service attitude?"

People are like this, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, the softer you are, the more people step on you, only when you are hard will others look up to you.

The current situation clearly cannot be resolved by an apology.

"Then how does Brother Chen want to solve it?" Feng Ran folded his arms around his chest, squinting at the man.

(End of this chapter)