Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

A head popped out from the sofa at the end of the bed.

Buzz cut.

He Yan was not used to the new haircut yet, and had to touch the stubble from time to time. It was short, hard, and prickly.

Yawning, he walked to the bedside and muttered, "The medicine is quite effective. I fall asleep after taking it, and recover when I wake up. It's like a robot being powered on by a battery."

It wasn't someone he knew, and Chi Qinghe was visibly disappointed.

He Yan laughed angrily, baring his big white teeth, and viciously helped Chi Qinghe recall the stupid things he had done in the afternoon.

"You don't want to see me so much?"

He poked his head and said, "Because of those two scissors, I have a buzz cut. Do you know how much it costs for me to get a haircut?"

Chi Qinghe put down the potted plant and said calmly, "Contact Wenson for this kind of thing. He will handle it."

He Yan shrugged. "I've looked for it, but it's no use. Your words are more effective. Or, you can just compensate me with 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. I won't be picky."

Hearing this, Chi Qinghe finally gave He Yan a straight look and asked knowingly, "You spend two thousand for a meal, do you have no money?"

He Yan: “…”

When my cards and cash were confiscated, you were right there, and you deliberately made things difficult for me, saying that interns only make two thousand a month.

If I didn't like to go into the tea room, I would have been cheated.

Internship salary, 12,000 turned into 2,000, you black-hearted capitalist!

He Yan really couldn't hide his emotions, his face was so grim that the word "unhappy" was almost carved out.

And this is exactly the reaction Chi Qinghe wants.

Yesterday, I used my illness as an excuse to open up a way for normal communication, and it’s time to slowly teach him the rules.

"As long as you do your job well and be a qualified bodyguard, I can give you extra money on top of my regular salary."

He Yan had a look of disdain on his face, but his mouth moved faster than his brain.

"How many?"

"Don't worry, there won't be a shortage. It's enough for you to buy sausages after get off work." Chi Qinghe raised his eyebrows slightly.

When Wenson reported to him, he was still skeptical.

Now seeing He Yan's excitement as he instantly regained his sleepiness upon hearing about grilled sausages, it was confirmed.

"You seem to like eating sausages?"

He Yan realized it later and quickly clarified after coming to his senses.

"How is that possible! I would eat something like this from a dirty and cheap street stall?! Stop being ridiculous."

When He Yan said this, he looked disgusted, as if he only knew how to eat high-end food.

But in reality, his pockets are cleaner than his face, and Vinson has to pay for his haircut.

Even if I don't have a penny and can't afford to buy sausages, I still run to the sausage stall after get off work.

For seven days in a row, I served as a mascot next to the stall, and I was laughed at by countless children.

He Yan also had a lot of grievances that he couldn't express in words. A good young master had fallen to this point and he had to slap himself twice in the middle of the night.

I thought grandpa was just talking casually, how could he not leave him any way to survive.

result.

Sworn brothers, distant relatives, and even his biological parents!

So many people formed a united front and refused to give him any help.

He can only get money from Chi Qinghe.

At this time, Chi Qinghe suddenly spoke.

"Still sleepy?"

He Yan: "What do you want to do?"

"Go have a couple of drinks, it's my treat."

He Yan was a little confused about Chi Qinghe's unconventional thinking. They were just talking about giving him money, so why was he planning to go to the bar?

Forget it, since it’s Chi who’s treating him, he won’t lose out.

"Let's go."

……

Last time, Chi Qinghe suddenly disappeared from the bar and suddenly reappeared covered in blood, which scared the bar owner.

Although Vinson completely blocked the news afterwards, he still couldn't keep up with the speed of his boss sending messages.

Anyway, the three bars he was most familiar with made it clear that they would not accept him.

There was no choice but to invest in a few myself.

The two finally drove to the nearest one.

As we entered, the performance on the bar stand was at its most exciting part. The colorful spotlights were raised upwards, illuminating several huge gift balls above our heads.

There were several bangs.

Streamers mixed with glitter burst out from inside.

Countless people were ignited by the atmosphere, holding up their glasses and walking towards the dance floor, twisting their bodies, throwing bundles of banknotes at the performers, and the explosive music and cheers drilled into their ears from all kinds of tricky angles.

He Yan had been hanging out in this kind of place since he was a child. After sitting in the booth for a while, he couldn't wait any longer and followed the crowd to the dance floor.

By the time Chi Qinghe had two drinks, He Yan was surrounded by a group of handsome men and beautiful women, who were having a great time.

In comparison, Chi Qinghe is a bit boring. He doesn't come to the bar to have fun, he just comes to drink.

One cup after another.

In a short while, the entire table was filled with empty wine glasses.

The manager who was silently taking notes at the bar wiped away the cold sweat from his face.

Seeing Chi Qinghe called the bartender and ordered a whole table of drinks, he had to speak in a trembling voice and give instructions to the bartender.

"Lower the alcohol content. Mr. Chi's injuries haven't fully healed yet. If he drinks any more, he won't be able to handle it."

The bartender was embarrassed, "Manager, I can't lower the price any further. I mix drinks, not juice."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

The bartender quickly glanced towards the booth and saw a young man wearing a gray and white marble sweater and loose beige trousers, which was completely different from the business elite style he often saw in magazines.

Casual yet luxurious, the collision of monotonous colors creates a distinct sense of fashion and trend on him.

Not to mention that he has a face that can attract everyone's attention. Such a person, even if he is decadent, has a very unique sense of brokenness, which is very imaginative.

If the manager hadn't sent someone to greet them in advance, the ten booths wouldn't have been able to accommodate all the people trying to chat up Mr. Chi.

"Manager, if you can't drink, how about we find something fun for Mr. Chi to kill time? For example..."

After all, he had been in the workplace for so long, so the manager understood immediately and picked up the intercom. "Vanna, find two good-looking and sweet-talking people to come to the bar. We want both men and women."

Good things should not be allowed to flow into the fields of outsiders. Outsiders are always outsiders and are unsafe. They are no match for our own people who know us well.

Just two minutes after I put down the walkie-talkie, six pretty boys and girls appeared in front of me.