Ai Liang quickly recovered her mood, followed behind the thugs, and walked into the elevator.

As the saying goes, the lights and the feasting make people intoxicated, and the bulls and horses will take you to mix with the society.

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

As long as they don't do anything big and don't get in their way.

Ai Liang didn't bother to care about the attitude of these cannon fodder.

In this complex, each floor is a different tenant.

From the floor plan at the entrance, Ai Liang could see at least several different storefronts.

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

And the place where Ai Liang is going now is the bar on the fourth floor.

Probably under the paralysis of alcohol, it is easier to obtain information.

Many information dealers, or places with information circulation, will use bars as their base.

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

Perfectly inherited this fine tradition.

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

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

Even other income is n times that of intelligence income.

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

Perhaps this is the last stubbornness of the informant?

Ma Wei was living under Song Jie's hands, and the industry's development would inevitably develop in Song Jie's direction.

But after all, he doesn't have a big family like Song Jie.

He couldn't recruit any capable subordinates, so he could only use these vicious and simple-minded people as fillings.

Not to mention anything else, this thug is still carrying a storage bag, looking like he's not very smart.

It's not for any other purpose, it's just that I forgot to let go.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Still the same, Ai Liang walked out of the elevator with the thugs behind.

Slowly move towards the door of the conference room at the end of the corridor.

Push open the door, is the bar.

Midnight and early morning are peak hours for bars.

Most of the seats in the bar are filled with all kinds of people.

And the vast majority are men, and there are almost no women.

The elders were either drinking and bragging with the people around them, or just staring at the two dancers on the dance floor in the middle of the bar.

They are wearing revealing clothes, clinging to the steel pipes, stretching their enchanting figures to their heart's content.

Occasionally, when I meet the eyes of the guests, I will throw a wink in the past.

Ai Liang just glanced at it, then looked away.

Compared with the bars in Nevada City back then, the dancing skills of these two dancers are really not that good.

He only knows how to pull the steel pipe in circles, and at most rub it up and down twice.

Saying that they came here to work part-time is a bit flattering to them.

Even if it's a part-time job, at least you should learn something, right?

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

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

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

It's better to invite two hot bodies.

After the thug led Ai Liang into the bar, he didn't stop.

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

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

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

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

The mini bar is very small, only about 50 square meters by visual inspection.

Except for the bar, there are not even a few tables.

There were only three or four guests.

The owner here seems to be trying to improve the style, and specially set up an old-fashioned record player, playing soft and soothing classical music.

Let’s not talk about the wine, but the atmosphere is pretty good.

Ai Liang ignored the prying eyes from the other side of the wine table.

Put on a mask, go directly to the edge of the bar, pull an ashtray and sit down.

"A glass of pure water."

Ai Liang said.

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

He smiled and asked, "What else do you want to drink? If you're not sure, I can recommend it."

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

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

"Sorry, our boss is on his way here, why don't we have something to drink first?"

The bartender repeated what he had said before.

Smiling and wiping the cup that can never be wiped clean.

There is no special meaning in the act of wiping the cups. It is just to find something to do when there are no guests, so as not to be idle.

The other is to satisfy the stereotype of the bar by laymen and make yourself look "professional".

You have to have a drink before you are willing to speak, right?

Ai Liang narrowed her eyes: "Then have a cocktail and adjust it as I said."

"no problem."

The bartender readily agreed, and quickly prepared the shaker and measurer.

"Gin, maraschino, charter, 25 milliliters each, in that order, plus half a lemon."

Ai Liang told her the cocktail recipe from her previous life.

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

Wine is one of them.

It's just that many cocktail recipes that were born in a specific era have disappeared.

There are many more cocktails based on wines with names he has never heard of.

There are even a lot of cocktails made with rice wine.

When Ai Liang heard about these cocktails for the first time, she had an indescribable feeling.

If you want to describe it, it is like the British see the saber version of King Arthur.

If you still can't understand, just imagine replacing the stockings on the two-dimensional characters with red embroidered cotton trousers in mountain villages.

Not to mention how awkward it is.

Ai Liang once worked in a bar in her previous life.

When I first joined the industry, whenever I was free, I read several cocktail recipe books.

I'm afraid that the guests may ask for an unknown cocktail, and I won't be able to make it myself.

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

Many people go to the bar to drink, and what they want are the usual ones.

Veterans at the wine table like to order tequila and martinis, and most female customers are Margaritas or Bloody Marys.

Those who plan to get girls drunk will order Long Island iced tea.

Really tricky customers, want to order some other cocktails.

There will also be senior bartenders, and it is not his turn at all.

When Ai Liang finished her part-time job at the bar, she almost forgot about everything except the few drinks she often shakes.

But now under the blessing of this inhuman body.

Ai Liang clearly recalled all the cocktail recipes she had seen in her previous life.

Even if I just skipped it at a glance, I remembered it all again.

Just by selling cocktail recipes, I can live comfortably in this life.

The bartender frowned when he heard the recipe.

He hadn't heard of this recipe.

And the two wines, Maraschino and Chartres.

Both are distinct liqueurs, and almost no one has tried to combine the two.

In line with the principle that the customer is God.

The bar is still holding the wine measurer, and according to the formula given by Ai Liang, pour the drinks into the shaker one by one.

After half a lemon, squeeze the juice with a lemon squeezer and pour it into the shaker.

The bartender took a drop with a bar spoon, tasted it on the back of his hand, and then showed an incredulous expression.

After adding ice and shaking, the bar picked up the ice filter and poured the light yellow cocktail into the glass.

"I've never heard of this formula, can you tell me its name?"

asked the bartender.

"Mr. Ma, if you plan to continue acting, the next thing you say is the name of this glass of wine."

Ai Liang gently pushed the wine glass aside.

It is absolutely impossible for him to eat or drink something given by a stranger on someone else's territory.

"As expected of being the number one bounty hunter in the Asian League, what a good eye."

Bartender...or Ma Wei.

He clapped his palms lightly: "I didn't expect a famous person like you to know a little bartender like me. It's really flattering."

Ai Liang stared at Ma Wei with a Sima face.

Not to mention Neihua City, you are a guy who can only be a trick in Qianhua City, what are you pretending to be here?

Do you think you have style?

If it is not for maintaining the personality of the messenger.

Ai Liang has already started physical communication.

He hated this kind of pretending and wasting his time the most.

"Give me Song Jie's contact information."

Ai Liang took out a check from the inner pocket of the leather jacket and pressed it on the bar.

At the same time, a cylindrical container was also pulled out.

"Hehe, let's not say whether I know Boss Song's level or not. Even if I do, why should I tell you?"

Ma Wei glanced at the number on the check: "It's not justifiable to come to my site without saying anything!"

In fact, Ma Wei first received a call from Zhang Yan.

I thought it was some opponent who came to find fault.

It wasn't until I heard that even the gun was used that I realized something was wrong.

Qianhua City completely bans guns.

He doesn't have enemies who are so big that they need to use guns to solve problems.

Even if there is, you shouldn't go to Xuanlong Bar, but come here to find yourself.

In addition, the other party proposed to meet him, just to talk about things.

From this, Ma Wei deduced that Ai Liang might not be a native of Qianhua City, but a bounty hunter from out of town.

Don't understand the rules of Qianhua City.

This savage and sturdy style can be seen as coming from Neva City.

Ma Wei originally had the mentality of trying his luck and asked Zhang Yan to bring him here.

Until just passing the monitoring of the building.

Only then did he realize that he had really won the jackpot.

"Things have already happened, it's useless to say anything, it's better to talk about the business in front of you first."

Ai Liang pushed the check forward again.

"Where's Zhang Yan? They didn't come with you?"

"I saw that he was too tired, so I helped him sleep well."

Ai Liang expressed Zhang Yan's current situation more euphemistically.

When Ma Wei heard this, he immediately reacted.

This guy Zhang Yan must have been fainted by Ai Liang.

"Before negotiating business, first destroy the other party's position. I have never heard of this way of negotiating business."

Ma Wei's eyes were gloomy, and his face was a little unsightly: "You have to be clear, this is not Neihua City, but my territory!"

Let Ma Wei use his eyes to exert pressure.

Ai Liang's face didn't change at all.

He unscrewed the cylindrical container, poured a bottle of colorless crystalline powder into the ashtray that was half filled with water.

Ma Wei supported the bar with his hand, watched quietly, and did not stop him.

These powders were probably taken by him as ketamine or something.

Do it all.

Ai Liang didn't give Ma Wei the answer he wanted, but replied to his original question.

"Don't you want to know the name of this cocktail?"

Ai Liang picked up the cocktail and poured some into the ashtray: "The name of this glass of wine is Last Words."

"Last words, what an unlucky name."

Ma Wei coughed and knocked on the table.

The drinkers next to him immediately stood up.

"However, it fits well with your current situation.

Mr. Messenger, maybe you don't know yet? Not long ago, Boss Song offered a high price for your traces, but I didn't expect to meet you. "

Ma Wei looked at the messenger with the expression of looking at a fat sheep: "You are now being pointed at by two guns, it is best not to act rashly."

Ai Liang really didn't move, and didn't even have the intention of resisting with a gun.

Ma Wei thought that he had confessed, so he came out from behind the bar, intending to tie him up with a rope himself.

"Have you ever heard of sodium sulfide?"

Ai Liang suddenly opened his mouth to popularize chemical knowledge: "Sodium sulfide is a very deliquescent substance, and it will react with acid."

"And these reactions produce a gas called hydrogen sulfide."

Ai Liang turned the high stool and turned around slowly: "The low-concentration hydrogen sulfide has a strong pungent odor, but the high-concentration hydrogen sulfide has no smell.

Because your sense of smell will be paralyzed in an instant, and you will not be able to smell anything. "

Except for Ai Liang, Ma Wei and a few of his subordinates shrugged their noses unconsciously.

That's right, Ai Liang didn't plan to negotiate with these people from the very beginning.

He came here simply to go through the motions and complete the chain of reasoning.

Before entering the door, Ai Liang had already obtained the information she wanted to know.

Including Ma Wei's plan to tie himself and Song Jie to claim credit.

Since the other party didn't intend to trade normally, he wasn't ready to speak properly either.

The courier does not have the force of the hermit, so using foreign objects, poisonous gas is a good choice.

Ai Liang picked up the wine glass and poured all the remaining liquid into the ashtray.

This move stimulated the nerves of Ma Wei's subordinates.

He rushed forward to push Ai Liang away, and knocked the ashtray to the ground with a slap.

Ai Liang stood aside, without any obstruction.

Just like when he poured sodium sulfide into the ashtray, Ma Wei didn't respond.

The group of people in the room didn't even know what hydrogen sulfide was.

At most, from Ai Liang's words, it can be judged that hydrogen sulfide is poisonous.

The toxicity is unknown.

It would be okay if I rushed into the bathroom with an ashtray in my hand and dumped the things.

It is directly knocked over to the ground without affecting the continued deliquescence of the sodium sulfide powder.

"Mr. Ma, I never joke, if you don't tell Song Jie's contact information~lightnovelpub.net~ then this glass of wine will be your last words.

By the way, even if you don't run out now, the poison has already entered your body, how long do you think you can live? "

Ai Liang's words are a typical example of a bully who is uneducated.

Through misleading words, let them think that this is a poison with an antidote.

In fact, there is no antidote for this thing at all.

You can only get out of the highly toxic air as soon as possible and go to the hospital for first aid.

If it's too late, people will be gone.

In order to add persuasiveness, Ai Liang continued to flicker: "I have many pills on my body. I am dead. Can you tell which are antidote and which are poison?"

This time Ma Wei completely collapsed.

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