Some ol suits are dressed as dignified office girls, while others have jeans and small suspenders, which look like freshmen. More are short stockings and skirts, which are very exposed.

These women were carefully selected by the boss's wife, and their appearance was excellent. The forty-year-old aunt also looked pretty.

Among them, there were three blond and blue-eyed foreign girls, with hot and sexy figures, and they couldn't help but fly towards the big guys on the field.

In recent years, the situation in Eastern Europe is unstable, and several small countries are in full swing. The girls fled one after another and came to peaceful China just to get some food. Some people have no skills and start a business with flesh and blood, and the price is even cheaper than local goods, so they are naturally very popular among the Chinese.

Duan Ya'an slammed the table again: "Boss, do you look down on me? So many good things are hidden, why didn't you call me here just now for me to pick them up?" The girl sitting next to him was very embarrassed and laughed in a daze: "Master An, are you not satisfied with others?"

"Okay, A'an, say a few less words." Brother Xiong said lightly.

Ten women lined up and stood up, each of them looked charming, as if the goods on the shelves were for people to choose from, and they rushed to look at Song Baojun with a warm look.

Song Baojun suddenly felt so overwhelmed. Isn’t this the rich people I dream of living? Drink as much as I want, and beauties can go to whatever they want. They don’t have to care about the other person’s feelings at all.

He pretended to be a big shot in time, with a slightly tilted face and an indifferent expression, ready to speak out about the woman in front of him and make a big fuss.

Just as I was about to talk to those Eastern and European American women about the situation in Ukraine, I suddenly saw the people on the table silently and looked at him with a smile. Song Baojun couldn't help but feel moved. This is not right!

Logically speaking, Duanya An should be very unhappy with him, but he is looking forward to it very much at the moment. Could it be that there is a fraud?

Under the analysis of Song Baojun's philosophical personality, the process could not stand the scrutiny at all. One of the "big sister school" and the "big sister school" insisted on not wanting to see the eldest sister have a boyfriend, while the other hoped that the eldest sister would have a good belonging like an ordinary girl.

But what they have in common is that this group of employees respect Yun Qingni very much and act according to her will.

He was the first man to have "intimate contact" with Yun Qingni. He included the unlimited expectations of his brother-in-law's school. He was called to drink wine together by everyone, and the trap was no longer obvious. It is certain that the process tonight will definitely be transmitted to Yun Qingni's ears through the mouths of some people.

Once he chooses a lady to drink with him and is seduced to do all kinds of dirty behaviors at the banquet, he will be eliminated and will be excluded from Yun Qingni's interpersonal circle. Although Song Baojun has no inappropriate thoughts about his elder sister, he does not like others to arrange his own route.

Thinking of this, Song Baojun broke out in a cold sweat.

However, the character brought by the vulgar personality made him want to take advantage of girls for free several times. The literary personality made him yearn for the body of the opposite sex. It was human nature and could not be avoided.

It’s like a hungry person is facing a lot of delicious food. He knows that eating it will lead to serious consequences, but when he smells the fragrance and witnesses the color, he can’t help but secrete stomach acid. This is a reasonable reaction for normal people. Song Baojun could not control this reaction at all.

Everyone saw Song Baojun's hungry eyes lingering on the ten women for a long time, and Duanya An smiled and said, "Who do you like, young man? You can't choose all of them, you can only order one."

While Song Baojun was wandering around, he was pulled into the imaginary space by the philosophical personality.

This time the imaginary space appears to be much more three-dimensional and clearer, and even the three primary colors of red, yellow and blue are more common, but they are not very obvious. It seems that the pseudo-color TVs produced in the 1970s used artificial pixels to replace the different grayscales of each point in the black and white image.

It made Song Baojun feel dark and gloomy when he stepped into the space, as if time and space traveled fifty years ago, everything seemed so old, like an unreal dream.

The shadow of philosophical personality appeared in front of you: "Last time you witnessed your aunt's death with your own eyes, and a large amount of secret energy was generated in pain, so we were able to speed up the construction of the space. See, is it much better?"

"I didn't think it was so good. I used to be a black and white movie, but now I have a distorted color, which makes my eyes feel uncomfortable."

"Do you have eyes in the imaginary space? This is a direct contact with the image formed by the visual nerves reacting to the action of brain cells." The philosophical personality said: "Let's talk less, let's face new problems."

"No problem, those girls are very serious! The three Eastern European girls look pitiful, I think they should be hurt." The wretched personality interrupted and smiled.

"No, I don't agree with you." The literary personality expressed objection: "The third woman on the left has a perfect breast shape, round, full, straight, and moderate proportions, like a work of art, and there is nothing else to pay attention to."

The philosophical personality says: "You are the problem. In the next few decades of subject personality, we will also have a large number of differences in values, and these differences may eventually lead to splitting and tearing down the subject's thoughts. It is time to cover up this division."

"Cover?" Song Baojun noticed that his statement was to cover rather than eliminate it.

"Yes, I have submitted the leadership approval to release the fifth personality to cover up all problems."

A vague shadow appeared in front of Song Baojun out of thin air. "Report to the team leader, I am the most honest, trustworthy, and selfless among the thirty-two personalities. My character is unparalleled in the world..."

The philosophical personality interrupted the guy's words: "He is a hypocritical personality, a personality that never reveals his true nature. Well, time is limited, and now it starts to merge."

...

A ball of white light flashed, and Song Baojun returned to the real world.

A strange feeling surged in my heart, sat upright, with a stern expression, and a stern look on my face, saying, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm a man, and a man who has a responsibility, morality, righteousness, and new style. Drinking flowers and wine is a lively atmosphere, but I think this is a disrespect for women, a betrayal of family ethics, a reversal of feudalism and capitalism, and an extreme manifestation of human inequality."

Everyone did not expect that he had already drooled to the ground, but suddenly he became righteous and selfless, saying such words.

Song Baojun looked at everyone and said, "Let women drink and have fun together, not only vulgar, but also very easy to breed corruption. What is the difference between you and corrupt officials who always scold you? As a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who is separated from low-level interests, and a person who is beneficial to the people, I firmly resist this kind of unhealthy trend! The boss lady, take them all down!"

When the boss saw that he was talking seriously, he had to come forward and explain a few words.

"Wait! Come here!" Song Baojun called the third Eastern European girl with a righteous spirit, reached out to knead the girl's chest, and shouted, "Look, this is the sugar-coated cannonball that corrupted our society by the evil European and American countries led by American imperialism! To fight against this perverted temptation, you must be like me, so that color is empty, and emptiness is color. Although she feels plump and concave and concave, it is very pleasant to touch, in fact, in my opinion, it is just a red pink skeleton! There is no feeling at all!"

The Eastern European girl's face turned flushed and her body was soft, and she was almost unable to stand firm because of him.

The six company bosses in the middle table, including the younger brothers at several nearby tables, were all speechless and as stupid as a wooden chicken. Especially the mountain eagle, whose chin almost fell on the table.

Duanya An shouted: "You little white face..."

Song Baojun pushed away the Eastern European girl with ease, and said with anger, not competing for her misfortune: "Bunya An, I thought you were a man, and I tried my best to say good things to you in front of my elder sister. I didn't expect that your aesthetic view was so inferior, which would disappoint me."

"What's my aesthetic view?" Duanya'an said angrily.

Song Baojun casually scanned the literary personality of Duanya's family with strong appreciation ability and could see the various defects of the woman's appearance hidden under her thick makeup at a glance: "Look at the woman you are looking for, with tall cheekbones, thin lips, collapsed nose bridge, false eyelashes, beautiful contact lenses, and wigs. If you remove the makeup, you may not be interested in looking at her again. If I guess correctly, it should be from Guangnan, who is 31 years old this year, has two children, has done farm work in the early years, and has been in this industry for at least ten years."

Duanya An sneered: "What are you talking nonsense? Xiaomei is from Zhonghai. She is 24 years old this year. She just graduated from college and started entering the industry a few days ago. I think you don't understand anything."

"I guess she is not even named Xiaomei, so let's take a gamble?" Song Baojun took advantage of the situation to challenge.

Duan Ya'an raised his head high, indicating disdain: "What are you betting on?"

Song Baojun pointed to the wine bottle on the counter: "You lost, these ten bottles of beer are yours. If I lose twice, twenty bottles will be."

Some of the people around me sneered and some watched the fun, but none of them stopped them.

Duanya An raised his hand to the headquarters and shouted: "Boss, take Xiaomei's ID card." Generally speaking, the miserable woman who works in a store in such a place will be detained by the madam.

The drinker named Xiaomei was completely depressed and uneasy. She twisted her body left and right and smiled reluctantly: "Master An, can you trust others? You keep your ID card at home, so how can you keep it with you?"

"Shut up!" Duan Ya'an shouted, "There is no place for you to speak here!"

The boss's wife pretended to search for a while, but she refused to take it out. She smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. An, Xiaomei's ID card is really not here. I think it's better to forget it."

"Your store is really not going to open?" Duanya'an seemed to have signs of getting angry.

The boss's wife then took over her ID card slowly, and there was a marriage certificate and a health certificate together. She wanted to explain something, but Duanya's hand snatched it, and then her face changed drastically. She stood up: "Okay, I'll ask you to arrange a college student, you actually fooled me with this kind of thing!"

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