It had been a month since he arrived on Earth.
The man 'successfully' became a rich man.
He had bought a company in a relatively wealthy city in Taibei. As the boss, he handed over all the management matters to his subordinates. In his eyes, that person was a capable person, but his luck was a little bad. Therefore, he had created opportunities for that person to create wealth for himself.
Although money and wealth were just a matter of thought for a man with his ability, it was more interesting to earn other people's money...
Compared to the day, he preferred the night. Even though 'Madam' liked the day, he still liked the night.
A beautiful song in the noisy night attracted him.
That voice was not very pleasant to the man's ears, but it was rare on this 'Earth'.
Such a voice was actually in a small pub. It was interesting. He wanted to go and take a look.
Walking into the pub
"Sir, what would you like to drink?"
A clean-looking man asked the man who had just walked in. A second ago, the man's gaze was still fixed on the girl singing on the stage.
His appearance was not handsome, but he was very clean. A soul without desire was the most attractive to demons and gods because his soul composition and faith were the purest, without any impurities.
The big boy in front of the man was such a person, and his smile was very infectious, making people temporarily forget their troubles. It was hard to imagine that it came from a boy.
"Do you have any recommendations?”
For some reason, the man suddenly wanted to get to know this big boy. In his tens of thousands of years of life, such a pure soul was rare. Even gods, demons, and immortals could not be so pure and flawless. Perhaps the true and pure 'spirit' could achieve it! As for the song that attracted the man, it was thrown to the side.
After trying a few cups, the man was not satisfied.
The boy named Peter also noticed this and asked cautiously,""Sir, do you not like it?"
He had always believed that the cocktail party he made would give people a different feeling. It could make people temporarily forget their worries, just like Sun Zhuo's singing. He also thought that he had always done a good job.
Hearing Peter's inner thoughts, the man smiled and put down his glass. His actions were elegant and noble as he said,"I'm used to drinking a special cocktail. I tell you the method, and you do it!”
Wine was a wonderful thing. It could make people forget their worries and lose their rationality. In short, it was a kind of power controlled by attributes.
The mixing ingredients that the man mentioned were very complicated. There were a lot of ingredients and the requirements were extremely complicated. Fortunately, he did not speak fast, so Peter could still mix the wine.
Looking at the beautiful bejewelled nectar in the glass, Peter could not believe that it was from his own hands. He could not believe that there was really a wine in the world that could show its alluring brilliance.
Peter secretly tried to recall the recipe of the wine. He knew that he might offend the customer opposite him, but he couldn't help it. However, it was still too complicated. He could only remember half of it. He couldn't remember the rest.
The man looked at the sparkling liquid in the wine glass, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He was not in a hurry to taste the wine.
Perhaps because he could no longer recall the recipe, Peter's attention returned again, but he realized that the customer did not drink it, so he asked,"Sir, this glass of wine…"
Before Peter could finish, a hand suddenly appeared and snatched the glass of wine.
"Hey…Sir…"
The man raised his hand to stop Peter.
He sized up the man in front of him with interest. He was a sloppy man who snatched wine. He was very sad and wanted to drown his sorrows in wine. He had a good computer talent.
"How's my wine?"
The man opened his mouth to speak when he saw that the other party had finished several glasses of the wine that Peter had mixed earlier.
She seemed to have just realized that she had drunk the man's wine. That sloppy man said that he would compensate the man.
The man smiled and asked Peter to make another glass of wine.
When the wine was mixed again, the man actually wanted to snatch the wine again. However, this time, he was stopped by the man. He elegantly brought the wine glass to the corner of his lips and took a sip.
The sloppy man was not a fool. He could tell that the wine was the man's unique recipe, but he still wanted to drink it because this wine had evoked the sweet times he had long forgotten. Perhaps this wine could make her change her thoughts.
"Sir, I want to buy the recipe for this wine from you. Can I?”The sloppy man spoke in a serious tone. It was obvious that he valued this wine very much.
"I'm not short of money." The man smiled mysteriously when he felt the dark aura on someone's body decrease.
Ignoring the man beside him, the man ordered two more glasses. One was for Peter, and the other was for the girl who was singing on stage.
That girl was a complete human, but she had no luck at all. She was not taken away, but was born without it. The good luck of humans in this world was dominated by light, but that girl was covered in dark clouds. It was obvious that her ancestors had thrown themselves into the negative darkness of this world, so the heavens took away the luck of their descendants.
Luck was a very interesting thing. Sometimes, its existence could make you go smoothly, and sometimes, its existence would make you choke. It was ethereal, and ordinary people could not touch or see it. Only those powerful existences or people with special abilities could have a chance to pry into it.
Peter was not in a hurry to bring the wine to Sun Zhuo. He tasted it himself first and was instantly immersed in the warm times of his childhood. When he woke up again, there were a few tears in the corner of his eyes.
Perhaps he should bring this wine to Sun Zhuo to try. It was really not bad. Moreover, the guest opposite him was not like those rich playboys. He should not have any ulterior motives.
Sun Zhuo's attitude toward the wine was not mentioned.
The sloppy man in front of the table was still pestering the man to buy the wine recipe, but the man ignored him and drank by himself.
Suddenly, a very dense dark aura came to the bar, causing the man to be on his guard.
This aura was not strong. According to the saying of this world, the difference between the man and the other party was like the difference between Pangu and an ant. They were on completely different levels. The difference was not just a little bit far.
The owner of this aura was the man who had appeared after the man had barged into a certain room that day. He was an elegant man with a small braid, the current owner of Pawnshop No. 8, Han Nuo.
"Sir, I just told the boss that you will be our boss in the future. What does that mean?”
Peter, who had just bumped into the owner of the pub, came over with Sun Zhuo to thank the man for delivering the wine. He also asked the owner about their boss becoming Mr. He, who was also a man. The two of them ran over with horror on their faces.
"It means that I bought this pub!”The man called Mr. He drank the cocktail in his hand in one gulp and said casually.
Peter and Sun Zhuo were stunned.
The method of counting the years in the place where the man came from was somewhat like the tribulation in the novels of the prehistoric times, but the time was longer and longer, so long that it could no longer be calculated with numbers.
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