I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

"Such a heinous crime...!"

"you are wrong."

Zhao Bai interrupted his words and said calmly: "This is a lively practical class. You slutty nobles probably only learned negotiation skills in theoretical classes, right? It's a collection of words, only how to succeed. Fool the enemy, and further details after success, no one has ever told you what happens after failure, let me teach you."

"First, stay sober at the negotiating table, and never persuade people to drink."

One punch.

His body was bent like a prawn, and his complexion turned pale in an instant. Zhao Bai gave him a sharp elbow on the back and began the second round of education.

"Second, in front of someone who has a wife... Have you ever been beaten since you were a child?"

"Ugh!"

Carl lay on the ground as if he was dead.

"You can change your surname... It's really a win-win way for both parties at the least cost... Don't you have any ideas about Teresa?"

Zhao Bai stepped on his back and interrupted Carl's speech again.

"You really don't know the atmosphere, do you?"

he said viciously.

"But since you mentioned benefits, I'll take back the first and second points first, and then teach you a few more truths."

Zhao Bai stretched out his hand to lift his collar, turned his face, full of old fists at Carl's handsome face, without the slightest sympathy at all.

"It's not that drinking can't be negotiated, nor is it that we can't talk about a cold exchange of interests, it's just that the two just can't coexist."

Zhao Bai said enthusiastically:

"When drinking, it is suitable to talk about poetry, distant places, original intentions and ideals and other illusory things, because these things are essentially bragging. The more wine you drink, the more arrogant you will naturally be. You will not take it to heart because of alcohol paralysis. It’s not good when you talk about interests. It’s an exchange of chips and chips. Everything is cold and bloody. If you show these bloody things to a drunk person, he will If he can't stand it, he will feel that the world is so fucking ugly, and he will find people everywhere to fight on the line to vent, understand?"

"..."

If there is no answer, there is a high probability of being knocked out.

But Zhao Bai grabbed him by the neck and pulled Carl up from the ground, and threw him on the bar like throwing rubbish.

"Can't you let me... get drunk for a while?"

These words seemed to be talking to themselves, but also to questioning or even accusing someone.

"what?!!"

Then he poured the whole bottle of agave onto Carl's face a little unbalanced. The golden liquor was transparent, and the dark purple eye sockets opened slightly, indicating that he was still alive, and the dead butterfly larvae landed in his ear. , as if trying to wriggle.

This punishment has come to an end for now.

He turned his attention to those young people who were spontaneously silent, they were the future of destiny, but at this time they were still a group of young people.

Zhao Bai clenched his fists and walked towards them, like an eagle catching a chicken.

The screams came one after another.

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The door that was nailed to the wooden board was knocked open with a bang, and Zhao Bai walked out slowly from inside.

Amber originally wanted to go forward and express his approval of the new boss as a secretary, but was stopped by his confused eyes. It was still raining outside, but Zhao Bai ignored it and walked straight into the rain.

Bronya came out right after him and followed him without saying a word.

It seems to be in a bad mood.

Amber was frightened by this battle, the torrential rain poured down like a pour, the blood of the nobles flowed along the rain, and a faint mist rose up on his body.

Strong but lonely.

Bronya didn't stay in the show time, and the figure of Reloaded Bunny 19C immediately appeared above her head. The latter raised her shield like an umbrella, blocking the torrential rain from the sky. With the help of Reloaded Bunny Down, Bronya began to slowly float towards Zhao Bai.

Her movements are gentle.

As if afraid of crushing the fleeting beauty.

Under Amber's surprised gaze, Bronya hugged Zhao Bai from behind, and reloaded the little rabbit on top of her head to shield them from the wind and rain.

"Ugh..."

Amber squatted down, choked for a while.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, thinking to herself, when will Lord Otto become like this?

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ps: After writing for such a long time, I feel that the only improvement is the expression of emotions. I can really write what I want to write, instead of losing the original meaning in the process of expression, which makes readers look confused.

I feel so uneasy (shameless)

How to express emotions restrainedly, my method is to let the protagonist be arrogant all the way, complacent, and even a little playful.Finally, drink a glass of wine on a night of heavy rain, let the real emotions show for a moment, and use this moment of restraint to express the protagonist's mental journey in a less nauseous and hypocritical way...

These days, I've been making up books about scripts and characterization, and I feel like I still have a lot to learn.

Chapter 289: Easy request

My head hurts.