Luo Zhanglang is ready to not borrow Lin Fang. He never thought that he would succeed, so he just gave it a try.

Lin Fang's behavior of borrowing money without even asking questions made Luo Zhanglang, a seven-foot man, feel like a woman.

"What are you thanking? You met me on the first day?"

Lin Fang replied Luo Zhanglang and asked, "Can you just borrow money?"

"I can do it, I can handle the others!"

Luo Zhanglang replied affirmatively: "Don't worry, brother, it's not a big deal. Then... Let's talk back, I'll solve the problem first, and then find you after it's done."

"Go, your side is important."

After chatting with Luo Zhanglang, Lin Fang sent He Naibin another message: "Nibin, do you have time? If you have time, let's talk. It's best to contact Jianfeng as well."

"You have time. How free I am here, don't you know?"

He Naibin replied almost instantly, and he said, "Jianfeng is still in his hometown, and I'm afraid he's going to start school when he comes back. Let's meet first. If it really doesn't work, I'll start a video and bring Jianfeng over and chat together."

"Okay, is there a quieter place, let's touch it?"

"That's so good, tsk... It's a pity that we are both. If Xiaoqiang and Jianfeng are there, we will just find a teahouse and chat while chatting. I don't know how quiet it is!"

Brother, do you call the teahouse where you play mahjong Anjing?

I'm afraid you don't have any misunderstandings about Jing!

Although people in Jincheng love to drink Maofeng and play mahjong, and they are masters of mahjong per capita, you can't say that, will others misunderstand it?

Lin Fang was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm talking about a truly quiet place!"

"Haha...a real quiet place? You said it earlier!"

He Naibin covered up his past without embarrassment and said, "How about going to the cinema? Just find a bad movie and take a seat for two."

"Get out! You are not a woman!"

"Yes, I almost forgot that we have the same gender... No, brother, why am I not a woman?"

"How can I know this? If you don't agree, go to Thailand."

“…”

He Naibin found that he was surrounded by Lin Fang. He decided not to worry about this issue anymore, and no longer joked. He returned to the topic and said, "I know a red wine bar is good. I'll send you the address. I'll book a location. How about we meet directly inside?"

"Okay, give me the address."

Dingdong!

Lin Fang took a look at WeChat and He Naibin had already pushed the address over. It was a red wine bar called "Sixth Year of the Apocalypse", next to Jinjiang and not far from Sichuan's Four Greats.

This location is very close to Yanjiuqiao Bar Street, and it should be a very lively place.

However, since He Naibin said that this place is quiet, Lin Fang certainly chose to trust his brothers, and did not ask any questions. He drove directly to the location marked on the map.

When it was the "Sixth Year of the Apocalypse", Lin Fang reported He Naibin's name when he entered the door. The bartender directly took Lin Fang to a half-private room separated by red wine racks.

The style of the entire red wine bar is old-fashioned and old. From the moment you enter the door, it seems like it has spanned a hundred years and has arrived in that special era of being indulgent but not being safe.

The old bricks on the walls and the tables and chairs in a corner are all engraved with traces of time.

In such a place, people will subconsciously speak in a low voice, as if they are a little louder, which will break the time when they stop here and wake up an old dream.

Lin Fang didn't rush to sit down. While He Naibin hadn't arrived yet, he looked at the wine racks around him.

Unfortunately, except for knowing that the wine rack is full of real wine, he took a bottle and shook it, he could see the wine flowing in the bottle, and he could no longer see anything else. He didn't even recognize the words on the bottle.

Lin Fang once suspected that he had returned all the English he had learned for ten years to the teacher. He took out his phone and searched it before he realized that it was a silly label.

Yidaili also produces red wine? Isn’t this broken place only soccer and leather shoes?

It looks like a boot on the map, rich in football players and leather shoes, and it is still alive.

After silently putting the red wine back, Lin Fang felt that it would be better to sit down honestly.

Being ignorant and easy to be embarrassed.

After Lin Fang sat down for a while, He Naibin arrived.

Seeing Lin Fanggan sitting and there was nothing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Brother Fang, why didn't he order red wine?"

"First, I don't understand red wine, I'm afraid of being embarrassed. Second, I'm allergic to alcohol and can't drink it."

"Look at my memory..."

He Naibin slapped his forehead and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Fang, I just want to find a quiet and suitable place, but I forgot about this. My fault, my fault. Then let's go and change somewhere."

"What to change? This place is pretty good."

Lin Fang smiled and refused, "I can't drink, can't I chat? Let's sit down."

"All right……"

He Naibin scratched his head and said dryly, "Don't be surprised by brother, please wait for me first, I'll order a bottle of wine."

When Lin Fang nodded, He Naibin called the bartender, looked at the menu, flipped through a few times, and ordered a bottle of red wine.

After a while, the bartender brought a bottle of red wine, opened the wine in front of He Naibin, poured it a little, and asked him to try it.

He Naibin shook his wine glass, smelled it, tasted it again, and nodded after a while, saying, "Just this bottle."

"Okay, you really have a vision."

The bartender glanced at He Naibin in admiration, put down the red wine and left.

When the bartender walked away, Lin Fang asked, "Nibin, do you still know red wine?"

"I know what a fool, pretend!"

"You are not..."

"I really don't understand!"

He Naibin smiled dryly and said, "Brother Fang, brother, can I still lie to you? Among the ten wine drinkers, nine and a half don't understand the labels, and even the menus are not understood. They all depend on the price. If you choose expensive ones, you will definitely not be wrong."

Lin Fang: "..."

If I remember correctly, we ordinary people call you "fat sheep" like this!

"I think you were quite professional when you tried the wine just now."

"Ah... I just taste it, is the wine broken?"

Did God’s wine break?

Can someone sell broken wine?

Lin Fang looked at He Naibin speechlessly and said, "Can red wine still be bad?"

"able!"

He Naibin said seriously: "Apart from white wine, all other wines can be broken! I don't know why there is a wine trial. Isn't it good for them to try it on their own before giving it to us? It always feels strange, it's like eating steak, and the chef insists on letting me see the beef..."

OK, Brother Bin, you are such a talent!

Lin Fang decided not to discuss the topic of red wine with He Naibin. Anyway, he was allergic to alcohol, liar, wealth, and the four harms of life. He was naturally immune to one of the harms and would not get addicted to it. If he couldn't understand the fun, it would be better to talk about something else.

For example, let’s talk about Luo Zhanglang.

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Chapter completed!