The two made an appointment to meet at the gate of Xianshan, Hai at 8:30 pm.

Tan Qingkai packed up his energy, took a shower three hours in advance, and changed into clothes. He had fluffy half-bang short hair, a sky blue striped shirt on his upper body, rolled up his sleeves, and a watch with no brand of signs on his wrist. A button-eye belt in the middle, slim jeans underneath, and canvas shoes. The overall literary style is full of vitality.

Suddenly getting rid of the image of an otaku, making even himself uncomfortable.

I also ate half a bowl of white porridge to keep my stomach from getting hungry, so I won’t give people a bad impression if I get hungry.

I went to the few remaining audio-visual products stores in Shuoguo in the city to look for it, and found a CD of Gould's 1955 version of "Gothenburg Variations" - pirated - hidden in the corner and dirty and old. I haven't touched it for many years. Wipe it clean and pack it in a gift box.

I took a taxi to the gate of Xianshan Mountain on the Sea and saw a series of high-end and expensive models such as Ferrari, Porsche, Land Rover, BMW, Xuande, etc., with well-dressed guests up and down. Tan Qingkai looked at his shabby appearance and felt really embarrassed.

But when he saw Song Baojun having an old short-sleeved T-shirt, big shorts, a pair of clip-toe flip-flops, a cigarette butt in his mouth, riding a broken bicycle staggering from a distance, he was immediately angry.

Especially the T-shirt was printed with several huge and gorgeous advertising slogans "Golden Tea Pesticides, the best choice for farmers". It was clearly a gift from the Golden Tea Pesticides Company when it was advertising last year, and it also highlighted the guy's identity as a silk thread.

Song Baojun quickly pushed the broken bicycle into the Ligustrum bushes in the roadside flowerbed. Tan Qingkai grabbed his collar and scolded: "Wear this way, do you want me to make a fool of me? Why don't you wear your 'Jinke' advertisement' robe that looks embarrassing?"

"My family only pays 800 yuan a month for living expenses. I paid you the debt yesterday. How can I have the money to buy clothes? My classmates have been in more than a year. Have you seen me wearing high-end clothing worth more than fifty yuan?"

"That's true, it's my mistake." Tan Qingkai scratched his head and said, "Next time I'll borrow a few neat clothes for you for a hundred yuan."

With a "ding dong", the phone rang out. I picked up the text message and said, "Lin Mengxian and the others are here, and they are in the bar on the seventh floor."

When they walked into the door, Song Baojun and Tan Qingkai felt dizzy.

This is how I have never seen the world. Two men and two women welcome the guests at the gate. The handsome men and women are beautiful. When someone walks in, they bow ninety degrees and they also have to shout welcome with a standard smile that reveals eight teeth.

Song Baojun was dressed in a mess, and no one stopped him.

Now is an era of unconventionality. Many local tycoons like to show off when they have money in their pockets. They deliberately dress like local buns to spend money in hotels. They are stopped and immediately take out money to snatch their faces. Who would not be able to get along with money? With so many such examples, the rule of "not being dressed in a bad manner" is useless.

In addition, Song Baojun has the super talent of "bluffing" with a vulgar personality. Although he was worried when he walked in, he was very arrogant on the surface. His awesome aura appeared and looked like a nouveau riche. No one was embarrassed to come forward to ask him.

The marble is clean and bright, and a large crystal chandelier on the tall ceiling dome shines with a white light. The middle-aged uncle who is hugging the young girl, sitting on the sofa and looking at people with tempting eyes, following the white and handsome guy who follows the rich woman, and people of all kinds shuttle back and forth, showing that this is a different country.

The total of the 25th floors of the Sea Fairy Mountain, the first floor lobby, the second and third floor restaurants, the fourth floor meeting room, the fifth floor casino, the sixth floor bath center, the seventh floor bar, the eighth floor to the twelfth floor KTV, and the rooms are all rooms. It can be said to be one-stop service for fun.

There is no need to describe how luxurious it is. In short, Song Baojun has never even seen him.

There is another scene in the bar. The hall of nearly 1,000 square meters is blurred and dim, and the ambiguous light makes people intoxicated. Three or four bartenders dressed in gentlemanly at the bar on the left are arranged among them, waving the pot in their hands to make a cup of bloody Mary or a sweet lover.

The wine cabinet behind the bar is specially illuminated with highlights, row after row of wine, and thousands of exquisite and luxurious wine bottles with different shapes reflect colorful light, bringing people a strong visual impact.

In the center is a circular dance floor, slightly lower than the surrounding ground.

There is a small orchestra playing "Bolero Dance" on the right. The rhythm is cheerful and bright, and the pride is roaming little by little. The members of the orchestra wear bow tie and black tuxedo. The music score placed in front of them is lit with a bright candle, and the atmosphere is warm and elegant.

Dozens of tables and chairs around them are separated by wooden fences decorated with flowers, making them their own private spaces.

The two otakus came to the door, and the handsome waiter bowed and asked, "How many sir?"

Just as Tan Qingkai was about to answer, Song Baojun stood in front of him and showed off his appearance as Master Kuan and said lightly: "We have made an appointment with someone, Miss Lin at Table 20."

The waiter flipped through the list and said, "Sir, please follow me." He led them into the passage next to him.

Song Baojun was very satisfied with the waiter's attitude, so he took out a wrinkled five cents from his pocket and handed it over, "I'll take the tip for you to buy a midnight snack, don't be too excited."

That proud and complacent style seemed to give a tip of 108,000 yuan.

The waiter was so depressed that he couldn't speak, thinking that he wouldn't even pick up dogs when throwing the 50 cents on the ground. However, the hotel stipulated that service workers were not allowed to refuse tips from customers, so they had to bear the anger to accept them.

Lin Mengxian and several girls were sitting inside. When they saw the two of them arrived, they stood up and waved to them while digging their nostrils.

There are a large number of pastries and snacks on the table, which are all popular among Song Baojun. They include four-color fruit plates, four-color candied fruits, grilled lamb skewers, salt-baked chicken wings, spicy duck tongues, boiled squid, raw red oil cucumbers, seafood eight-degree pot, as well as Hong Kong-style rose cakes, Spanish pumpkin pie, cream mango rolls, chocolate soft-heart pudding, Turkish walnut sweet shortbread cakes, etc.

On the side is a wooden ice bucket in the shape of a pumpkin cart. It is vivid and beautiful and lifelike. The crystal clear square ice cubes are filled with a hint of white cold mist, and a red wine lies inside. The label is facing inward, but no brand is visible.
Chapter completed!