novelraw Chapter 50 The More They Go, the More Wild They Become
Chapter 50 The More They Go, the More Wild They Become
What is work?
What is life, anyway?
Having been given a second chance at life, Qian Lang naturally wouldn't think that much.
I just did it when I thought of it.
For example, flirting a little with the receptionist.
For example, flirting with one's assistant.
He didn't really care whether Bai Xue's skirt was too short or too long tomorrow.
It was just a thought at that moment.
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Six o'clock in the evening, Jianguo Hotel.
Qian Lang parked his car at the entrance, and a doorman came to open the door.
He handed over the keys, straightened his clothes, and went inside.
The private room was on the third floor. The waiter led him through a long corridor and stopped in front of a dark wooden door, which he then gently pushed open.
"Sir, please."
Qian Lang went inside.
The private room was very large.
A round table is placed in the center, covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and set with exquisite tableware.
A crystal chandelier hangs overhead, casting a warm yellow light that illuminates the entire room.
A landscape painting hangs on the wall, its ink wash shimmering, but I don't know which famous artist created it.
A sofa set was placed by the window; it was made of dark leather and looked very soft.
As dusk settles over Beijing, the city lights outside the window illuminate the city, and the traffic on Chang'an Avenue flows slowly like a luminous river.
There were very few people.
Only three people were sitting around the round table.
Han Sanping was sitting in the main seat. When she saw him come in, she raised her hand and waved.
"Qian Lang, come, sit down."
Li Xiaolu was sitting next to him.
Today's Li Xiaolu is completely different from the one she was in the office that day.
She was wearing a plain-colored sweater, her hair was down, and she wasn't wearing much makeup. She looked several years younger than she did that day.
When Qian Lang came in, she raised her head, glanced at his face, and then quickly lowered her head, placing her hands on her knees and clenching them tightly.
Next to him was Zang Tianshuo.
The man who had one of his teeth knocked out in the bar.
He was wearing a black Tang suit, with faint bruises on his face and a cut on his lip that had scabbed over.
When Qian Lang entered, his body stiffened slightly, then he lowered his head and stared at the teacup in front of him, remaining motionless.
Qian Lang stood at the door and scanned the three people.
Then he put on a forced smile.
"Mr. Han, is this a trap?"
"Hahaha, look, the three of us are no match for you! Come sit down, and tell me in detail how you went to that meeting alone yesterday. Next time something like this happens, you have to call me; it'll definitely be a lot of fun!"
Han Sanping stood up and said with a smile.
Qian Lang was still smiling.
But I was cursing him in my heart.
That old fox, all talk and no action, he's no match for him.
"You're joking!"
Qian Lang walked over, shook hands with him, and then sat down.
"Xiao Lu, aren't you going to say hello to Boss Qian?"
Then Han Sanping spoke to Li Xiaolu.
Li Xiaolu quickly stood up.
But a growing sense of unease settled in my heart.
"Hello, Mr. Qian!"
"Hello, Miss Li, please have a seat. I was just saying yesterday that I would treat you to dinner, look what this mess has become."
Qian Lang said with a forced smile.
Li Xiaolu was about to speak.
Han Sanping spoke first.
"Let's eat first. I'd also like to have a few drinks with the young hero. Old Zang, you can't back down today. You might not be good at fighting, but you can certainly drink, right?"
"no problem!"
Zang Tianshu spoke with a cold face.
Then Han Sanping continued.
"Xiao Lu, sit next to your brother Qian. Why are you so clueless about social niceties?"
服~
Qian Lang was completely convinced.
Han Sanping's ability to control the overall situation is something he can't even come close to.
Of course, he is still young, and he can still learn.
Okay, that's nonsense.
Money doesn't matter.
It's obvious that Han Sanping is here today to act as a peacemaker.
That's enough.
He just watched Han Sanping perform and cooperated.
Li Xiaolu walked over with a smile and sat down next to him, pouring him a cup of tea.
Then she sat quietly to the side.
The dishes were served, and so were the drinks.
Then came the eating and drinking.
They talk about romance and poetry, but not about national affairs.
They chatted like a group of old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.
Li Xiaolu drank quite a bit too.
Before long, she leaned against Qian Lang.
The perfume on his body, the woman's scent, and the softness of her arms all pleased Qian Lang.
"Brother Lang, are you really that good at fighting?"
She spoke softly.
Qian Lang looked at Li Xiaolu, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and smiled, slightly drunk.
"I'm better at some things."
"Oh, Lang-ge, you're so naughty."
For people of the martial world, there's no grudge that can't be forgiven.
"I've had too much to drink, I'm going to the restroom."
Qian Lang greeted Han Sanping and stood up.
"Brother Lang, I'll go with you!"
Li Xiaolu quickly stood up and then helped him up.
Qian Lang did not refuse.
The two disappeared from the private room a moment later.
At this moment, Han Sanping's smile also disappeared.
"Old Zang, we've always kept to ourselves. I don't care if you want revenge on Qian Lang, but not this year!"
He looked at Zang Tianshu as he spoke.
Zang Tianshu gave a bitter smile.
"Mr. Han, you flatter me too much. I'm just after money!"
"I'm at best a hoodlum!"
"Qian Lang... is a desperate criminal!"
As Zang Tianshu spoke, he recalled the scene of Qian Lang's madness.
A chill ran down my spine.
Han Sanping smiled after hearing this.
He didn't think so.
Is Qian Lang a desperado?
In his eyes, Qian Lang was a little fox.
He used the simplest method.
He used his fists and Zang Tianshu to make a name for himself among certain levels of people in Beijing's social circles.
At this point, he became even more optimistic about Qian Lang.
He's someone important!
"Come on, have a drink!"
Han Sanping picked up her wine glass and said.
Zang Tianshu also picked up his wine glass.
On the other side.
The restroom is right next to the entrance hall of the private room.
"Brother Lang, do you need any help?"
Li Xiaolu watched Qian Lang go inside and asked him a question.
The voice was somewhat flippant.
At this moment, she was genuinely interested in Qian Lang.
Compared to Qian Lang, all those handsome men in the entertainment industry should be thrown away.
Which handsome guy would dare to act so composed in front of Han Sanping?
Who could possibly get Han Sanping to set up a table for them!
Moreover, men who are good at fighting always attract women!
Qian Lang was taken aback when he heard this.
How can I help?
With your hands?
Or should we use...?
He shook his head and went into the restroom.
Even if he is interested, the timing is wrong.
Han Sanping was still waiting outside.
It won't be over in ten minutes.
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The martial arts world is truly a strange place.
A group of people who were fighting and killing each other yesterday are now drinking and chatting happily.
The woman who looked down on him yesterday is now taking a shower in his room.
The drinking party is over, everyone's all good friends!
He was too lazy to go back, so he simply booked a room at the Jianguo Hotel.
However, as soon as he arrived in the room, Li Xiaolu said she wanted to talk to him about something else.
If he still refuses after all this, then he's really not a man.
"Brother Lang, I can't reach behind me, could you help me scrub my back?"
The woman was shouting in the bathroom.
Why are you making things so complicated?
As Qian Lang took off his clothes, he made a disgusted sound.
They're living a more and more dissolute life!
At this moment, the lights of Chang'an Avenue outside the window are still shining brightly!