Ai Liang quickly calmed down and followed the thug into the elevator.

As the saying goes, the lights and wine are intoxicating, and the cows and horses will lead you to society.

If these thugs really have any specialties, they won’t be just a thug.

As long as they have not done anything big, they will not hinder themselves.

Ai Liang was too lazy to care about the attitude of these cannon fodders.

Each floor of this complex is a different tenant.

Ailiang saw at least several different stores from the floor distribution map at the entrance.

For example, the second and third floors are bathing and massage centers, the fifth and sixth floors of accommodation, the seventh floor entertainment center, and the eighth floor office area...

The place Ailiang is going to now is the bar on the fourth floor.

Perhaps it is easier to obtain information under alcohol paralysis.

Many intelligence dealers, or places where intelligence is circulated, use bars as bases.

Ma Wei is a subordinate intelligence unit of Song Jie's subordinate forces.

Perfectly inherited this fine tradition.

As mentioned earlier, Song Jie belongs to the modernist intelligence faction.

Although he has many industries involved, his nominal main business is still in intelligence.

Even if the income in other aspects is n times the income from intelligence.

He did not give up, his main business with a meager income.

Perhaps this is the last stubbornness of intelligence providers?

Ma Wei makes a living under Song Jie's hands, and industrial development is inevitably developed in Song Jie's direction.

But after all, he is not as big as Song Jie's family and great business.

If you can't recruit any capable subordinates, you can only use these vicious and simple-minded people to count.

Not to mention anything else, this thug still carries a storage bag, looking like he is not very good at it.

It's not a purpose, it's just forgot to let go.

bite.

The elevator door is open.

It was still the same, Ai Liang and the thug walked out of the elevator behind him.

Slowly heading towards the conference room gate at the end of the corridor.

Open the door and it’s a bar.

Midnight and early morning are the peak times for bar business.

There are all kinds of people sitting in the bar.

And most of them are men, and there are almost no women to see.

The old man either drank and bragged with the people around him, or looked at the two dancers on the dance floor in the center of the bar.

They were dressed in exposed clothes, climbing onto the steel pipes, stretching their enchanting figures.

Occasionally, I would meet the guests and would look over.

Ai Liang just took a look and then withdrew his gaze.

Compared with the bars in Neihua City back then, the dance skills of these two dancers are really not very good.

Just knowing that when you pull the steel pipe, you will be able to rub up and down twice at most.

Those who said they were here to work part-time, but they were a little bit praised.

Even if you work part-time, at least you should learn more?

But considering Ma Wei's sphere of influence, it is not unreasonable.

Most of the people who come to drink every day are regular customers or people nearby.

Anyway, these people didn't really come to see the dance.

It would be better to invite two hot-bodied ones.

The thug led Ailiang into the bar without stopping.

Instead, he took Ai Liang all the way across the wine table, the bar, and into the side door.

When he pushed open a door again, the two entered a mini bar.

After Ai Liang entered the door, the thug turned around and left, leaving him alone standing at the door.

Unlike the noisy environment outside, it is much quieter here.

The mini bar is very small, and it is estimated that it is only about fifty square meters.

Apart from the bar, there are not even a few tables.

There are only three or four guests.

The owner here seems to have specially set up an old record player to play gentle and soothing classical music in order to improve his style.

I won’t talk about the wine for now, the atmosphere is pretty good.

Ai Liang ignored the wine table and the peeping eyes came from him.

Put on a mask, go straight to the bar, pull over an ashtray and sit down.

"A cup of pure water."

Ai Liang said.

The bartender picked up the cup, took half a cup of water and pushed it over.

He asked with a smile, "What else do you want to drink? If you can't get it, I can recommend it."

"I don't have time to waste time with you."

Ai Liang picked up the cup and poured the water into the ashtray: "I prefer to get straight to the topic."

"Sorry, our boss is on the way here, why not drink something first?"

The bartender repeated the previous words.

I wiped the cup with a smile, and I would never wipe it clean.

The act of wiping cups has no special meaning. It’s just that when there are no guests, find something for yourself to do so that you won’t be idle.

Also, it satisfies the stereotypes of laymen about bars and makes themselves look "professional".

I have to drink a drink before I speak, right?

Ai Liang narrowed his eyes: "Then let's have a cocktail and make it as I said."

"no problem."

The bartender readily agreed and quickly prepared the bartender and wine measuring instrument.

"Gin, black cherry, chard, 25 ml each in sequence, and half a lemon."

Ai Liang said the cocktail recipe from his previous life.

Although the political system in this world is very different from the previous life, some things have been preserved.

Wine is one of them.

But many cocktail recipes that were born in specific eras have disappeared.

There are a lot of cocktails based on the name he has never heard of.

There were even a lot of cocktails made of rice wine.

When I first heard about these cocktails, Ai Liang felt that it was indescribable.

To be honest, it is like the British who saw the Saber version of King Arthur.

If you can't understand it yet, just imagine replacing the stockings on the two-dimensional character with red embroidered cotton pants in the mountain village area.

Don't mention how awkward it is.

Ai Liang worked in a bar in his previous life.

When I first entered the industry, I would hold several cocktail recipes to read whenever I had time.

I was afraid that the customer would not be able to make it out by himself if he wanted a cocktail he had never heard of.

However, it turns out that he was thinking too much.

Many people go to bars to drink, and they all want the usual ones.

Veterans at the wine table love some tequila, martini, and most of the female customers are Margaret or Bloody Mary.

Those who are planning to get the girl drunk will order Long Island iced tea.
To be continued...