Even if it was fake wine, why would Zhang Yang make things difficult for a waiter?
That was not the case.
It was because Zhang Yang had already warned the waiter not to serve fake wine.
As a second-generation heir, he was very familiar with the 'stuff' in entertainment venues.
Let me put it this way, 90% of the wine in a nightclub is fake.
For example, the bottle of Lafite that Zhang Yang ordered was currently priced at 6,000 yuan.
How much did the fake ones cost?
It might not even be a hundred. There was no need to say how big the profit was, right?
The reason why he threw the wine bottle at the waiter was because the waiter treated his words as farts.
This wasn't a matter of whether it was difficult or not.
It was the waiter who treated him like an idiot.
Could he endure it?
Unexpectedly, the waiter was stunned for a while. He looked at Zhang Yang coldly and turned to leave.
Damn, little brother is awesome. I like people like you…Zhang Yang is happy.
A few minutes later.
A group of young men who didn't look like good people rushed into the private room and glared coldly at Zhang Yang and Ye Zhiyao.
In this day and age, there would always be people watching over disco bars.
Most of them were local ruffians and hooligans. On the surface, they were security guards.
If someone caused trouble, these people would appear.
However, these people who rushed in did not attack immediately.
People were not stupid. Those who could afford big bags were not short of money.
A person who did not lack money was also the person who was the worst to offend.
Sometimes, such people were not only rich but also powerful. They might even have power.
Even hooligans had brains. Those without brains were already in prison!
"Little brother, where is the lack of hospitality?”
A middle-aged man walked in with a smile.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Yang took out a box of cigarettes and placed it on the coffee table.
The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the cigarette box on the coffee table.
His eyes were filled with confusion at first, but then his expression froze.
In the next second, the middle-aged man's pupils constricted violently, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.
What did he see? Why did he suddenly seem to be frightened?
A cigarette case!
Was Zhang Yang's cigarette special?
It was indeed very special. There was no brand. The pure white cigarette box looked like a three-no product.
Then, was it a three-no product?
No.
This kind of cigarette was very interesting.
They were not sold on the market, but were only supplied to some places.
For example…the political axe and the army!
It was obvious that the middle-aged man knew about this kind of cigarette and knew what kind of people could smoke this kind of cigarette.
Things like the 'giant panda' in folklore were nonsense.
Only those who truly understood 'special provision', would know how terrifying a person who could smoke this kind of cigarette was!
"I am the manager of Boiling Point Disco."
The middle-aged man bent down with a smile on his face." It's my honor to be able to meet you, little brother.”
"Three lifetimes of luck?"
Zhang Yang exhaled a mouthful of smoke and asked with a smile," How happy are you?”
The middle-aged man was speechless.
He almost peed.
F * ck, can't you speak properly?
"It should be…"
The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly." I'm very happy.”
"Then it's too early for you to be happy."
Zhang Yang looked at him coldly." Why did you give me a bottle of fake wine?”
"This…"
The middle-aged man looked at the waiter beside him, but the waiter lowered his head.
Of course, they were just acting.
Didn't they know what the disco was selling?
The middle-aged man looked at the broken bottle on the ground and smiled." Little brother, is there a misunderstanding? I don't think we have any fake wine here.”
You've already broken the bottle, so there must be no evidence.
He was just working for the boss, so he definitely couldn't admit that his shop sold fake wine.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to continue being a manager.
"Haha!"
Zhang Yang smiled as he took a puff of his cigarette and flicked the butt away.
"Ah?" The middle-aged man was a little confused.
Zhang Yang took out his phone and dialed a number.
Three seconds later, the call connected.
"Fifth Brother, I'm at the Boiling Point Disco."
Zhang Yang said calmly," Bring some people over and smash this place.”
"Immediately!"
A sinister voice came from the phone.
Who was the other party?
A dog could also be said to be a helper.
Every second-generation heir would more or less have such people around them.
He helped the second generation deal with some 'dirty work'.
Zhang Yang still remembered a good line from his previous life: My Wang Cai bites everyone but not me because I'm raising him!
And this Fifth Brother was the dog that Zhang Yang had raised in his previous life.
The biggest 'big brother' in Bin City!
Seeing Zhang Yang put down his phone, the middle-aged man's face turned pale. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and an uncontrollable anxiety and fear rose in his heart." Is there a misunderstanding? Why don't I get you another bottle of wine?"”
The middle-aged man was no exception.
Even the hooligans and waiters in the private room could tell that something was wrong.
All of them looked nervous and panicked…
"I gave you a chance."
Zhang Yang looked at the middle-aged man coldly." Don't you cherish it?"”
Ten minutes…
The four cars sped up to the entrance of Boiling Point Disco.
A group of people holding machetes, iron bars, pickaxes, and other weapons jumped out of the two pickup trucks like dumplings.
A group of bald men alighted from the other two vans.
Two of the burly men even had the butts of their shotguns vaguely exposed in their arms.
Then, under the lead of a bald, tattooed man who was as burly as a bear.
More than a hundred thugs rushed into Boiling Point Bar…
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