Xu Na picked up the cup containing the dark red drink, put the straw in her mouth, and watched Qin Mu feel happy. Qin Mu looked at herself strangely and asked in confusion: "What's ridiculous about it?"

Xu Na didn't say that, but just asked with a smile: "Brother, what are you doing for so much money?"

Qin Mu said without hesitation, "Follow the socialist route."

Xu Na smiled mysteriously and whispered: "Brother, you are a successful boss in your career and even speak so well."

Qin Mu wondered why he became the boss when he said this. It was probably because Xu Na thought he was arrogant and thought it was right. He didn't deny it, and raised his head and observed the dance floor with bright lights and wine.

At this time, Xu Na moved the chair closer to Qin Mu, and her body bent slightly, as if she was about to pierce Qin Mu's arms. Qin Mu frowned slightly. The perfume sprayed on Xu Na was extremely pungent, not the kind of faint smell he liked. Just as he was about to refuse, Xu Na's voice lowered, so that he could barely hear it clearly: "Brother, do you want to make a lot of money? I'll give you a way."

Qin Mu felt a little nervous. Sometimes the girls on the street were really well informed. It happened that the waiter walked past with a tray. Qin Mu stopped her and asked Xu Na for another glass of wine.

Xu Na looked at the reddish-brown wine poured out by the waiter, and saw Qin Mu take out five hundred yuan from his arms and put it on the tray, and she was shocked. Seeing the wine in the cup trembled. Five hundred yuan, Qin Mu threw it out like this for two months in her family. It was really a comparison of people and death.

Qin Mu paid the bill but did not ask. He just beat the music gently on his knees with one hand, looking like he was immersed in it. Xu Na carefully picked up the cup and tasted it, and said sadly: "This mouthful can last for our ten days of living expenses."

Qin Mu's mouth smiled into a beautiful curve and said slowly: "As long as you think far, you can make more. Tell me, what good things are there to make a fortune."

Xu Na hesitated for a moment and then started to speak to Qin Mu in a low voice. Qin Mu bent down and listened carefully, his face getting darker and he asked in a stern tone: "Are you sure what you said is true?"

Xu Na was startled by Qin Mu's tone, turned her head and glanced at Qin Mu, looking sure, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and suddenly felt the aftertaste.

Qin Mu knew that his face was not good, but he couldn't control it. If Xu Na's news was true, the problem would be too serious, so serious that all the Lanning County teams were shot to death. He pondered for a while, took out a thousand dollars from his arms and stuffed it into Xu Na's hand, and said coldly: "Only you know and I know this, don't tell anyone else."

Xu Na pinched ten brand new old heads and looked around sneakily before carefully stuffing them into the small pocket inside the hot skirt. A purple line was exposed from the skirt. Qin Mu coughed and turned his gaze to the dance floor.

"Don't worry, Brother Qin, I can get a good deal from you, but I can still sell you." After putting the money, Xu Na patted her waist again, and then gave Qin Mu a guarantee.

Qin Mu nodded, his face slowed down, and his mind became weak when he stayed in the dance hall. He lowered his head and began to think about how to intervene. At this moment, Qiu Xiaochan stumbled over and shouted: "Boss Qin, the little one has started fighting with others."

Qin Mu was so confused that he heard Qiu Xiaochan's exclamation and looked over Qiu Xiaochan's fingers. On the left side of the dance floor, Qiu Xiaopeng was grabbing a man's neck. Several people behind him were pulling his waist, trying to pull him away. Meng Yaling was beating the arms of those people hard, trying to get Qiu Xiaopeng out of trouble.

"What's going on?" Qin Mu was not anxious and asked calmly before the fight was fierce.

Qiu Xiaochan's face showed anger under the blurred light, and gritted her teeth and told Qin Mu that the man who was caught by Qiu Xiaopeng's claws were not honest and kept rubbing against her and Meng Yaling, and his mouth was not clean. Qiu Xiaopeng then took action, and it was not entirely blamed him.

Qin Mu snorted coldly and said, "If he doesn't do anything, I'll blame him." He pointed to the side and asked Qiu Xiaochan to sit aside to watch the show. If no one came forward to dissuade this dance hall, he would be a little reluctant to open.

Sure enough, a half-bald man hurriedly ran out from the side, wiping his sweat while running. He did not stop Qiu Xiaopeng and others from being entangled, but instead ran to a VIP table in the front row surrounded by crystal curtains hanging in the air, lowered his head and said something. Qin Mu couldn't see the man's back here, but the bald manager kept nodding, and a smile appeared on his face.

After a while, Qiu Xiaopeng pulled Meng Yaling over, drank a glass of drink on the table in a silence, and then cursed: "Damn it, how many stinky money is so amazing?"

Qin Mu angrily shouted: "Sit down, be civilized, what is it like!"

Qiu Xiaopeng was already full of anger and had nowhere to go, but now he was scolded by Qin Mu, his face turned red and he sat on the chair next to him angrily. Meng Yaling sat next to Qiu Xiaopeng and comforted him in a low voice.

Qin Mu nodded and said nothing. At this moment, a big ball-like head popped out from the sofa and raised the crystal cup at Qin Mu. Qin Mu smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and gestured to him.

The man's big mouth opened, slowly spilled the wine on the ground, then looked disdainful and turned his head away.

"I'm fucking!" Qiu Xiaopeng could no longer control this scene. He jumped up and wanted to grab the chair, but was grabbed by Meng Yaling and said, "Brother Xiaopeng, don't mess with them, they are foreign merchants."

Qin Mu's eyes flashed with a flash and he whispered: "Xiao Peng, don't even listen to my words?"

Qiu Xiaopeng struggled for a while before he let go of his hand unwillingly, and asked in anger in his tone: "Brother Qin, can you bear it even if he insults you like this? Anyway, I can't bear it."

Qin Mu glared at his eyes, and Qiu Xiaochan quickly pulled his brother to persuade him. Xu Na stuck out her tongue and said, "They are from the Japan East China Federation of Federations. The big spice ball that I just turned back is the vice president of their company. I heard that their relationships are quite good in the city."

Qin Mu's eyes slowly closed and began to worry about it. He was the third generation of the Reds, and the spirit of the older generation was well inherited in him. Although now, any sincere and powerful foreign company is welcome to invest in China, it is based on mutual respect and cooperation. Dongchina? Qin Mu was completely angry by this insulting word.

However, there was no unhappy expression on his face, but instead continued to listen to the dance music calmly and slowly turned into darkness, and finally disappeared quietly.

The men and women on the dance floor gradually dispersed and returned to their seats. At this time, the bald manager walked to the dance floor with a microphone, blushing and announced that Miss Yang Yan would sing the latest song "The Flowers on the Other Side is Thick".

Just as people applauded and applauded, a sound like a rooster screaming appeared in disharmoniously: "Wait a minute, our boss said, he ordered the song, as long as Miss Yang Yan sang it, he would pay 100 yuan for each song!"

The cheers suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the man who stood up proudly, wearing awkward yellow suit, even though he was holding a bright red 100-dollar bill, his waist showed no sign of being straight.

Xu Na glanced at Huang angrily, bent over, cursed her lips, and her eyes were filled with anger, and she cursed fiercely: "Bastard, damn!"

Qin Mu smiled, and the yellow bent over, which was the person on the table on the Piqiu Face. It seemed that Xu Na had a bit of hatred for the man. Meng Yaling had just persuaded Qiu Xiaopeng, but then grabbed her friend's hand and shook it gently, saying, "Nana, don't be angry, because that kind of man is not worth it."

Qin Mu immediately understood and looked at Xu Na thoughtfully.

At this time, Yang Yan, who was very kind, changed into a white long skirt and walked out in a slim dress. The manager came to her and whispered the words of the Japanese merchant. In the eyes of many expectation, Yang Yan put the microphone beside her mouth, opened her red lips lightly, and said this sentence in a confused and soft voice: "I don't know what song you want to listen to? I don't know what Japanese."

Huang bent down and raised the banknotes proudly, bent over and asked the vice president for instructions, and then said loudly: "Our boss said that it is OK to use Chinese, just listen to the Sakura Kingdom."

Yang Yan's face suddenly changed and he said coldly: "I'm sorry, I can't sing." He casually stuffed the microphone into the manager's hand, turned around and was about to leave.

"If you don't sing, I will go to the relevant departments to sue you for neglecting customers and commit fraud." Huang bent down and took out two old heads from his pocket, shouting loudly: "Three hundred, one song. Miss Yang Yan, you can sing for one night for only twenty or thirty or thirty yuan. These three hundred are enough for you to work hard for half a month."

Huang's threat and arrogance suddenly aroused the glare of the people around him, and one of the young men shouted: "Four hundred, don't sing him, I'll order a song!"

A gorgeous smile as bright as a flower bloomed on Yang Yan's face and said to that direction: "Sir, I wonder what song you want to order?"

Before the man could speak, Huang bent over and asked the boss for instructions and immediately shouted: "Eight hundred, just listen to the cherry blossom country."

"One thousand! I'll order a song." Another man with a Beiliao accent saw the young man showing a embarrassed expression and opened his mouth to snatch the baton.

"One thousand two!" Huang bent over his face with a smug smile. The boss had money and wanted the pleasure.

"One thousand five!" the man shouted again, but there was a little trembling in his voice.

"Two thousand! Two thousand! Is there anyone who dares to stand up and say something?" Huang bent over his hands, twenty chapters of money were already flying, looking around as if a villain was successful.
Chapter completed!