Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Lin Shen was a little surprised.

He Yanlang would smoke heavily when he was in a bad mood, but he actually didn't like drinking much, and getting drunk was impossible for him.

What else can you do when you go to a bar other than getting drunk?

In the best private room, He Yanlang lit a cigarette and took a puff.

The bar owner had come out to receive him personally, speaking politely and generously, "Second Young Master, since you have the honor of visiting my humble home, all expenses for today will be waived."

He Yanlang flicked the ash off his cigarette, a smile appeared on his lips, but it wasn't a real smile. "Free? Do I need your retirement money?"

This sentence left people speechless, "Huh?"

The boss wanted to try his best to please He Yanlang, but He Yanlang pressed him to the ground and rubbed him again.

"Your dozens of chain restaurants are almost out of business, right? This bar is the only one that's okay. There's not much hope for it, so save your money."

He Yanlang shook off the cigarette ash nonchalantly.

"you..."

"Hmm?" He Yanlang raised his head and met the gaze of the person opposite him with a calm expression.

Lin Shen was ashamed. The young master's habit of exposing other people's shortcomings was still the same as before, and he was doing it on other people's territory.

"Second Young Master! I'm kind enough to waive the bill for you, but there's no need for you to humiliate me like this, right?"

He Yanlang smiled and didn't answer.

The door of the box was opened by two men in suits, and three old men came in from outside, all three of them smiling.

The bar owner was surprised and horrified. "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhang, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming?"

The three old men exchanged a few polite words with the bar owner, then walked straight towards He Yanlang who was sitting at the main seat.

He was old enough to be He Yanlang’s grandfather, but he just sat on the sofa without moving at all.

But no one would mind, since He Yanlang is the superior.

"I wonder if the Second Young Master called us here late at night for something important?"

He Yanlang smiled and motioned Lin Shen to pour wine for them. "It's nothing important. I just want you to have a drink with me."

The bar owner finally understood why the young man in front of him was so arrogant.

It was almost one in the morning. He Yanlang called three old men, whose combined ages were over 200 years old and who should have been staying at home to take care of their health. They were also the heads of the three leading companies in Beijing, and came here just to drink with him.

Lin Shen was so surprised that he was speechless. But after thinking about it for a moment, he realized why it was the Jiang family, the Wang family, and the Zhang family.

Given He Yanlang's vengeful character, he would probably have to deal with Lin Qinghuan for her.

Lin Shen filled all three cups.

He signaled the old men to drink with his eyes, and finally showed some courtesy, but not much, "I'm fine with it, seniors, drink."

He Yanlang took a small sip, but the three old men had finished their cups.

Lin Shen poured it for them again.

The three people were trembling with fear, each with their own hidden agenda, thousands of thoughts in their minds, but at this moment they were surprisingly united, all wondering in their hearts what the young man in front of them was up to.

Drinking? I'm afraid it's not the Hongmen Banquet.

Jiang Jingwei, who was sitting in the middle, asked, "Yan Lang, why did you call the three of us old men here at this time?"

"Drink!" He Yanlang raised the corner of his mouth and picked up the wine glass again.

The three old men looked at each other and had to raise their glasses. He Yanlang finished his drink, so the others had to finish theirs too.

Another cup.

Lin Shen immediately poured it again.

Zhang Huaihai also said, "Yan Lang, if you have something to say, just speak frankly. You've been keeping us in suspense, and it's making us old men very nervous!"

"What's the matter? Seniors, you are always thinking about business matters wherever you go. Can't you just have a drink with the juniors?" He Yanlang raised his glass again, and the other three had to raise their glasses as well.

He Yanlang just raised his glass and watched the three old men drink, and another glass was empty.

Everyone once again turned their eyes to He Yanlang, who smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket. With a "click", the lighter lit up. He held the cigarette, put his hands on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked lazy and casual.

He raised his eyes and scanned the people in front of him one by one. He felt an indescribable sense of oppression, especially since He Yanlang didn't say a word, as if he really just asked people to drink with him.

"That's right. We three old guys are ungrateful. Let's apologize to Yan Lang." Wang Mingfa said, raising his glass again. The other two also raised their glasses. "We three old guys toast to Yan Lang."

He Yanlang raised his glass and gestured, as a gesture of return, but he did not drink. The glass swayed slightly in his slender white hand. His hand was beautiful, and the wine was also beautiful. The two complemented each other, and it was indescribably elegant.

The three old men's glasses were empty for the third time.

He Yanlang was thinking about how much 40% alcohol should be allowed to these old guys? How long can they last at such an old age?

He Yanlang didn't say anything, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward situation again. The other three people didn't dare to speak either.

He Yanlang called the three of them over suddenly. The three thought that He Yanlang was going to invest in them, but who knew that he called all three of them over at once. Before the three of them had time to exchange information, they were suddenly forced to do it.

He Yanlang knows them inside and out, but they only have a vague understanding of He Yanlang.

"Continue?" After a moment's silence, He Yanlang picked up the wine glass again. The three of them were stunned and drank it all in one gulp again.

He Yanlang once again glanced at the three people in front of him, with a smile on his face. Wang Mingfa was Jiang Jingwei's largest supplier, but Wang Mingfa wanted to skip Jiang Jingwei and cooperate with Zhang Huaihai to set up his own B2C and O2O.

In business, there are never absolute partners, only stakeholders.

Once there is a conflict of interests or an uneven distribution, you might be backstabbed by the so-called "partner". Now there has been a rift between the three of them, and they all know it in their hearts. They also know that it is useless to say more at this moment, so they can only accompany He Yanlang here to drink.

One cup after another.

An hour later, most of the dozen bottles of brandy on the table were empty.

Jiang Jingwei was the one who drank the most. Zhang and Wang were in cahoots with each other and would toast him whenever they could. Most of the empty cups were due to Jiang Jingwei.

Although the other two old men drank a little less, they were not much better and their faces turned pale.

He Yanlang signaled to Lin Shen with his eyes, and all the wine glasses were filled this time. The three of them looked extremely ugly, but He Yanlang sat upright and raised his glass.

This is the last drink, the last drink I have to drink.

"I don't do loss-making or small-capital businesses. I have read the business plans of the three, but I will only invest in one."

As for who to vote for, it’s up to you to decide.

He Yanlang held the cup but didn't bring it to his mouth. He watched the three old men finish their last cup, then put down their cups without even drinking them and turned to leave the box.

The three old men behind him couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited with a loud "wow".

"Call an ambulance, an ambulance."

...

Lin Shen thought He Yanlang came here to get drunk, but he ended up getting the three old men drunk. He also drank six or seven cups, but was obviously not drunk at all.

The man leaned against the red Ferrari, the breeze blowing his fringe, he lowered his head and lit another cigarette, the smell of brandy was still strong, he looked very elegant.

He Yanlang was thinking about something when a pair of cold hands unexpectedly touched his fingertips and snatched the cigarette from his hand.

He Yanlang raised his eyes and saw an extremely dazzling and bright woman, with red lips and big waves. Her makeup was not heavy, but her appearance was too bright and aggressive. The smell of perfume was strong, but also very pleasant.

She put He Yanlang's unfinished cigarette into her own mouth and blew out a puff of smoke, "Brother, why is he smoking alone?"