Five minutes later.

The manager quickly walked up to the second floor and then arrived at Du Ziteng's table.

"Haha, where are you all?" The manager sat down with a familiar look and asked Li Yingji, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, say hello, I'll write two words on the public screen!" Li Yingji said with a weird smile.

"I'm sick, why are you doing this? I'm so rich?" The manager said with a smile: "I'll give you one after three of you in a while."

"It's okay. If you drink too much, you'll hit you." Lee Young-ji knew that the manager was thinking about it for herself, so she said politely: "You ask the waiter to shout the price, and I'll check out later."

"My heartbroken." The manager rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "No need to shout for a price. I'll say hello to DJ later. Just throw some money away after all."

"It's OK." Li Yingji nodded.

"Weiwei, please write it down for you Brother Li, and then go to the wine cabinet to bring the two bottles of wine I saved." The manager shouted to the waiter, then said to Du Ziteng and others: "There is another table, I have to go over and take a look. Come here to Ju'ang later!"

"Thank you!" Qingjie shouted.

"You're welcome." The manager patted Qingjie on the shoulder and turned around and left.

After the manager left, Li Yingji threw him 8,000 yuan when the waiter wanted to do anything. Then the waiter went downstairs to get the money in the account, and then found DJ.

Fifteen minutes later, the public screen flashed again, and it read.

"I would like to pay tribute to my dead nephew, Mr. Liu, with good wine. I wish there will be no car accidents and no hardship in heaven."

"Ha ha!"

Most of the guests downstairs noticed the public screen. They looked at the words on it and were silent for a few seconds, then burst into neat laughter. Because everyone knew that Mr. Liu from Table 008 had just finished typing the banner, and then he immediately confronted one, which was too obvious.

"Ahem...!" DJ was also quite confused, but he couldn't control what he had to write for the customer, so he could only pick up the wine glass and shouted at the second floor: "Brother Li, I'll give you a glass of tribute!"

"Swish!"

Li Yingji stood up, poked the guardrail on the second floor with her elbows, raised her wine glass and shouted: "Thank you for me, I'll be so happy, my nephew!"

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter downstairs again.

"Fuck your mother!" The young man who paid Mr. Liu to make a banner, his body rose up, and he carried the wine bottle on the table and rushed directly to the second floor.

"Xiao Meng!" Mr. Liu stood up and shouted, but he didn't stop him at all.

"Hulala!"

Xiao Meng led a dozen companions to the second floor directly.

"Fuck me, I'll definitely get started!"

"Look, Ying Ji is not the only one on the second floor! Du Ziteng, Qing Jie, Xiao Yan, aren't that all there!"

"This show is much better than watching the lead dance in the fuck!"

"Brother Ji, I'll be so arrogant and let him come here to show off!"

Everyone downstairs noticed the movement on the second floor, and then burst into cheering. These people were not afraid of the big trouble when they watched the funeral, but not afraid of the big funeral!

Xiao Meng took the wine bottle to the second floor, then pointed at Li Yingji and scolded: "Fuck your mother, what do you mean? Are you going to do something about it?"

"Bang!"

Du Ziteng, who had been holding his breath, reached out to pick up the steel bucket containing ice, sat on the sofa, and directly hit Xiao Meng.

"Bang!"

Li Yingji obviously wanted to find fault, so she stepped up, shook her hand and slapped Xiao Meng's face and cursed: "Fuck your mother, what do you mean? That's it!"

"Damn it!" Xiao Meng was transferred from Chang C, so he didn't know Li Yingji and others, and only thought that the other party was a customer who had drunk too much!

In the Northeast, if one party scolds you for fucking your mother and the other party also replied, "Go to fuck you," then the battle will basically not be slowed down. While talking, the two gangs of people worked together directly.

Du Ziteng, Li Yingji, Xiaoyan, Qingjie, obviously it's not a day or two. Mr. Wu, who is long, has been stinging behind the back. Rongfu is currently one step at a time, and everyone below cannot be expelled. Therefore, this fight seems accidental, but in fact it has been brewing between the two sides for a long time!

Xiao Meng brought about more than a dozen people, and Du Ziteng and the other two had obviously had no meals, so their combat effectiveness was slightly weaker than the other party. After working for two minutes, Du Ziteng's coat was torn apart and almost torn apart. Li Yingji, who has always claimed to be a Zhiduoxing, ripped with two or three people from the other party, and lay on the sofa, and was at a disadvantage.

"Hulala!"

The manager with good relationship with Du Ziteng and others rushed up with more than 20 internal security guards.

"Mom, stop hitting me!" After the manager came up, he pinched the walkie-talkie in his hand and stopped Xiao Meng and others aside. When the internal security guard saw that it was Du Ziteng and others, he did not take action.

The two groups of people were blocked by internal security and stood on both sides.

"...What's going on, Ziteng!" the manager asked Du Ziteng.

"Don't you see it? He wants to mess with me!" Du Ziteng touched the back of the scratched head, opened his mouth and shouted directly: "Xiao Yan, you go out first!"

"Swish!"

Xiao Yan, whose clothes were torn to deform, turned around and left.

"Zi Teng!" The manager pulled Du Zi Teng and turned around and wanted to go to the side to say a few words.

"...Fuck you! Shake me, right?! Come, I'll be with you!" Xiao Meng gasped, threw away half of the bottle of wine in his hand, then took out his cell phone and called.

"Why should I accompany you? Squint you!" The manager scolded him irritably.

"...It has nothing to do with you!" Xiao Meng had the upper hand just now, and at this moment he was full of energy, so he simply and roughly said to the manager.

"You are stupid!" The inner security manager next to him didn't say anything. At this moment, he heard Xiao Meng's words and cursed: "Brother, this is not a long C! Yalong may not be good here. If you have the chance to leave, hurry up!"

"What the hell do you mean?" Xiao Meng was about to go for the internal security guard as he heard this.

"...It's boring, what will you do if you want to do it!" The internal security manager threw down and turned around and left, but the internal security behind him remained in place.

"Zi Teng, don't let me lose my job!" The manager pulled Du Zi Teng and said.

"...Is that possible!? It's okay." Du Ziteng sucked two tissues and covered the back of his head and shouted at Mr. Liu: "Your mom, don't you have to stretch your neck downstairs and listen to it! I'll sit here, see if you can walk out of the Tang Dynasty today!"

Mr. Liu stood downstairs with his hands behind his back, then frowned and took out the phone from his pocket.

"Fuck your mother!! Who do you think you are?" Xiao Meng heard Du Ziteng's words and walked forward.

"Click!"

Du Ziteng sat on the sofa and dialed Lin Jun's phone number, then said straight to the point: "Brother, I'm in the Tang Dynasty, and I'm in the Tang Dynasty and have sex with Yalong's people!"
Chapter completed!