The reborn tyrant rises

Chapter 462: Have a drink together | The Rise of Rebirth | The Rise of Rebirth

With the advancement of the times, the number of people who have some spare money in their hands has gradually increased.

This can be seen from the Nancheng Night Market.

At night, under the dim lights, the lights of the Uyghur people’s ovens are lit, accompanied by the tempting aroma of roast lamb, which makes the place crowded with people.

“The law and order here is very good.”

Ye Anning was not a lady at all, swallowed the mutton on the iron stick and said vaguely.

“Yes, teacher.”

It’s probably that those who do kuai have some occupational diseases. These people are accustomed to commenting on topics they care about. Li Long said, “We Uyghurs in Tiancheng have a long-standing problem, and things that hurt people often occur.”

After speaking, Li Longcai looked at the Uyghur men with thick faces and thick hair as if he had discovered a new continent and said in surprise, “Teachers who don’t even have knives, they’ve done a good job at this point. We were there because some people were drinking and making trouble. As a result, the knife was moved without a word, and things got very troublesome later.”

Except for Ye Anning, the rest of the people are straightforward men, and after drinking a few bottles of beer, they have completely lost their original vitality.

Hearing Li Long speak, everyone immediately.

He picked up the conversation with a lot of talk, and the atmosphere became a lot more lively for a while.

In the laughter, Ye Anning did not laugh, nor did Liu Tao laugh.

The sentence without a knife made Ye Anning think of that man again involuntarily.

The more detailed the original data collection, the more curious Ye Anning was about Su Pingnan.

Convince the Uyghurs, participate in the business, and are not allowed to carry knives. This person is really fierce and terrifying, but for some reason, Ye Anning, who has always been jealous of evil, has nothing to do with this life called Xiaohongpao.Hate.

meaning.

“What’s wrong”

The rest of the people laughed a few times and immediately.

Finding something was wrong between the two, Zhao Ping was the first to ask.

“nothing.”

Liu Tao shook his head and laughed out loud, Ye Anning also changed the subject very cleverly and called to Li Long, “Gorilla.”

Li Long heard that this was still a nickname from his college days, and immediately.

With a straight face,,, raised his arms high, and made a movement like a gorilla beating his chest, and everyone laughed.

“The atmosphere is good, let’s sing a song, the one I liked the most when I was in college.”

Ye Anning smiled and was unparalleled.

Li Long is a sign, immediately.

I understand what song Ye Anning was talking about.

“Young people don’t say anything about their ambitions.”

This song that became popular all over Xia Guo was their favorite at that time, and it was also the driving force behind many of them being admitted to Fukuai University.

“it is good.”

Li Long was overwhelmed with wine, and Ye Anning’s words reminded him of his classmate Cha’s college affairs. He was not pretentious. He cleared his throat and sang without anyone else in the busy city.

“A few times of wind and rain, a few times of spring and autumn.

Wind, frost, rain and snow fight flow.

After suffering, the infatuation does not change, and the young man does not express his sorrow.”

Although Li Long is tall and tall, his voice is very influenced by his singing, and the rest of them can’t help but sing together.

“Golden shield, forged with blood.”

“For the mother’s smile, for the harvest of the earth, there is no need to be afraid of the wind in the prosperous years.”

The rough voices of a few men mixed with Ye Anning’s crisp female voice drifted in the bustling and noisy night market. The heroic and perseverance contained in the singing made many people involuntarily look at him for a while.

When the lingering sound of the last lyric fell, Ye Anning realized that the surroundings of his group had suddenly become quiet, those Uyghur men with thick arms, thick body hair and fierce faces stood quietly. He looked respectful in front of his own booth.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

The unhurried applause sounded abruptly in the ears of several people, Ye Anning turned back.

This is the first time a girl sees Su Pingnan.

A young man in a neat suit was standing on the opposite side of the road five meters away from the crowd, followed by four or five men in a neat suit, and a Uyghur man who was obviously in charge was nodding his head and saying something.

Compared with the photos in the information, in Ye Anning’s eyes, the person in front of him is obviously a little more contemptuous and wild, and the strong aura makes people feel a little depressed.

“Can we have a drink together?”

Su Pingnan smiled.

“Who asked you to write about him”

Ding Jian looked through Bai Song’s interview records in the past few days, and saw the words Su Pingnan full of words, his face was extremely ugly.

“Uncle Ding, with him as the protagonist, this book will definitely be popular all over the Xia Kingdom.”

As Bai Song explained, he quickly helped the grumpy old man who lost three fingers in his right hand to fill up with wine, “I will change my face, and my name is born in Spring and Autumn brushwork. Now it’s just a record of collected materials, not a finished text.”

Perhaps it was the cold and refreshing beer that quenched Ding Jian’s temper. After drinking the beer in one gulp, the old man’s complexion finally looked a little better.

“That’s not OK.”

Ding Jian’s tone slowed down, “You’d better get his consent, otherwise I’m afraid something will happen to you on the road that day.”

“It’s so serious”

Bai Song was taken aback and stammered, “I can’t change it completely.”

Just as Ding Jian was about to speak, the singing at the next table caught his attention, the old man turned his head and pouted.

“What’s wrong”

Bai Song asked.

“Public food, very strong…”

Ding Jian is an old river and lake, and he smelled his least favorite smell from Liu Tao and others at a glance.

Bai Song knew that the old man had been crawling around in the rivers and lakes all his life, so he naturally understood Ding Jian’s thoughts, got up to fight the wine, and stayed there just as he was about to speak.

The beer kept on: tilting, until the whole glass was full of white pine, the pouring action did not stop at all, and it kept pouring, and there was still a pale yellow liquid with white foam flowing all over the table.

Ding Jian frowned, and when he looked up, he saw Bai Song’s excited look on his face. In surprise, he followed Bai Song’s gaze and saw a few black Mercedes-Benz sedans parked on the side of the road. The walking man was tall and stubborn, but it was the center of the conversation between the two just now.

Su Pingnan.

In Bai Song’s eyes, no matter how many words there are, it is better to see them with his own eyes. He felt that his words suddenly turned pale.

Because he has never seen such a strong aura in a person.

The night market is silent.

removeThere was a dead silence after the crackling of the dripping grease from the mutton skewers placed on the charcoal fire.

“Can we have a drink together?”

Su Pingnan looked at Liu Tao with a stern face, smiled and said the same words a second time.

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