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It also made him understand that not everyone's superficial gentleness is genuine.

Zhang Hong felt helpless and almost burst into tears.

He carefully hid his injured hand in his trouser pocket, fearing to touch Yang Xueqin again.

On the other side, Xiao Dongqing appeared at the other end of the pedestrian street according to the plan with Yang Xueqin.

He chose a busy place, opened his bag, and took out the bartending tools he had prepared in advance.

Soon, someone was attracted by his actions.

"Boss, what are you selling? I've never seen this before."

A man wearing glasses asked curiously.

Xiao Dongqing explained with a smile.

"It's a cocktail, a popular drink in big cities."

"Cocktail? Made from cocktails?"

The man with glasses asked in surprise.

"no."

Xiao Dongqing said with a smile.

“‘Cocktail’ simply describes the wine’s colorful color and shape, like a rooster’s tail.”

"Oh, there's such wine? Let's have a glass and see."

The man with glasses ordered a drink and watched Xiao Dongqing skillfully put ice cubes into the glass.

Shake gently, then add each type of liquor and orange juice in turn.

As various liquids are added, the wine in the glass begins to separate into layers.

Each layer has a different color, as beautiful as a rainbow.

The people around exclaimed in admiration.

"This one is called 'Rainbow'. It's not very alcoholic and has a light orange flavor. Try it."

Xiao Dongqing handed over the prepared cocktail.

The man with glasses took a bite and immediately praised it highly.

“This is the most special wine I’ve ever had!”

A fellow drinker next to him couldn't help but take a sip, and his eyes lit up.

"It's really delicious. I want a cup too."

"I also want!"

Others responded.

At this time, Zhang Hong was accompanying Yang Xueqin to select shuttlecocks in front of a small stall.

Suddenly, they noticed that a crowd began to flow toward the other end of the pedestrian street.

"Why is it so busy today? Usually there's nothing special here."

Zhang Hong said doubtfully.

"Maybe there's something new."

Yang Xueqin answered absentmindedly.

"New stuff? Let's go and take a look."

Zhang Hong suggested.

As they pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

I found Xiao Dongqing showing off his bartending skills there.

I saw that he was holding two connected wine glasses in his hands.

Shake it quickly, like playing a game of blocks.

Zhang Hong recognized him at a glance and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Xiao Dongqing, didn't you leave? Why are you doing all this here again?"

Zhang Hong asked in surprise.

Xiao Dongqing raised his head, smiled at his old friend, and continued his wonderful performance.

“I stay here to make money.”

"make money?"

Zhang Hong was stunned.

How much can you earn by selling alcohol at a night market?

You swore yesterday that you could earn 120,000 yuan a month. Is this how you make your money back?

Sometimes, a man's vanity is like a wild horse that has run away from its reins, especially in front of a woman.

Zhang Hong suddenly laughed out loud, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Xiao Dongqing, how much money can you make from this small business?"

"If you want to support your family, how about I introduce you to a job?"

"Boss Zhang, I think this business is pretty good.

Look, so many people around are buying it.”

Xiao Dongqing answered with a hint of confidence in his tone.

"Are there really so many people?"

Zhang Hong snorted coldly, half believing and half doubting.

"We are friends, I will definitely help you with this matter.

I have a new project next week that is guaranteed to make money! "

"Then you'll be the store manager, with a monthly salary of 1,500 yuan!"

His voice was loud enough for everyone around him to hear.

They looked at Zhang Hong in surprise, wondering about the identity of this "Mr. Zhang".

For most people, fifteen hundred yuan is not a small amount of money, almost several times the average salary.

Zhang Hong continued speaking, enjoying everyone's gaze.

"This store manager position is not ordinary. It will definitely open your eyes."

Xiao Dongqing pretended to be shocked, but he knew in his heart that Zhang Hong was actually talking about the position of shopping mall manager.

It seems that Zhang Hong has done a lot of work behind the scenes and now finally dares to reveal the news.

As for whether it can proceed smoothly, it depends on whether Yang Xueqin can deal with Zhang Hong.

"Mr. Zhang, this is too expensive, isn't it?"

Xiao Dongqing pretended to refuse.

"Spend money? Of course not! You introduced me to such a good friend, how can I treat you unfairly?"

Zhang Hong said proudly, while reaching out to hug Yang Xueqin.

However, as soon as his fingers touched her, he felt a sharp pain.

His face turned pale instantly and he quickly pulled his hand back.

"Mr. Zhang, would you like a drink?"

Xiao Dongqing asked.

Zhang Hong glanced at the colorful cocktails and questioned.

"Can these fancy wines really be drunk?"

Xiao Dongqing smiled mysteriously, his eyes hinting at Yang Xueqin.

"Mr. Zhang, my wine is specially blended. You can decide the alcohol content."

"After drinking this, you'll wake up refreshed the next day."

The tacit understanding between the men was particularly obvious at this moment.

Zhang Hong nodded knowingly and gave an understanding smile.

"Then give me a glass, with a little more."

"okay!"

Xiao Dongqing picked up the cup and began to mix it carefully.

A few moments later, a carefully prepared and colorful cocktail is ready.

"Mr. Zhang, your wine."

Xiao Dongqing politely handed over the cocktail.

Zhang Hong took a sip and immediately started coughing because of the strong smell of alcohol.

"Boss Zhang, is this wine a bit too strong?"

Yang Xueqin asked with concern.

"No way! This amount of alcohol is nothing to me. I usually drink much stronger than this!"

Zhang Hong said this, but his brows furrowed involuntarily.

He drank the cocktail in one gulp and kept wiping his mouth with a tissue.

Want to relieve the burning feeling.

"Give Xueqin a drink too."

Zhang Hong suggested, feeling secretly proud of himself.

Xiao Dongqing quickly made a cup and handed it to Yang Xueqin.

She took the wine glass and, imitating Zhang Hong, drank it in one gulp with a frown.

Looking at Yang Xueqin's performance, Zhang Hong nodded with satisfaction and smiled in his heart.

However, he didn't know that Yang Xueqin was actually drinking orange juice that did not contain any alcohol.

She was just pretending to drink.

Zhang Hong rubbed his hands, looking a little excited.

"Xueqin, I didn't perform well last time. I won't be nervous this time."

"I want to show you what a real man looks like!"

"Then let's go."

Zhang Hong took Yang Xueqin away, leaving Xiao Dongqing to pack up.

A tourist passing by asked.

"Boss, you're not selling alcohol anymore?"

“Yes, it’s sold out today.

I'll come early tomorrow and have more wine."

Xiao Dongqing answered and then left the pedestrian street.

More than ten minutes later, Xiao Dongqing, changed into casual clothes, returned to the front of the hotel.

Sitting by the flower bed, he smoked silently.