737: C737 Victorious Return Bar

C737 Victorious Return Bar

That night, the waning moon was like blood.

The roar of annihilation and the heroic spirit surged through the mountains and rivers.

Yang Xuan crossed his arms around his chest and leaned against a tree trunk a hundred meters away. When he saw the scene on the riverbank, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

He knew that this night was the true beginning of the Heavenly Annihilation!

Because this team only had a soul tonight. At this time, they had already become an inseparable whole!

After drinking a bowl of blood wine, they would live and die together. The glory of the Heavenly Annihilation surged in their hearts!

That night, Yang Xuan led the members of the apocalypse to the destination of their mission, Xuan City.

Yang Xuan directly booked a hotel that was not too conspicuous as the temporary base of the apocalypse.

Originally, Yang Xuan planned to let everyone have a good rest tonight and get up early tomorrow morning to work.

However, Zhang Beijia might be emotionally unstable tonight, so he asked Yang Xuan if he could let him go out for a drink.

Yang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Tell our brothers that those who are willing to go out to drink will go together. Those who are unwilling will stay in the hotel to sleep."

"Long live Brother Yang!"

Zhang Beijia jumped three feet high happily and quickly sent a notice in the group.

Every member of the Heavenly Calamity Organization had a heart-wrenching story. In addition, they had been undergoing rigorous training during this period of time, so they were not interested in having sex.

There were only a few people who expressed that they wanted to go out for a drink. Zhang Beijia planned to let the tail butterfly go with them, but the tail butterfly did not dare to be interested in these places at all.

However, there was one person who was somewhat out of Yang Xuan's expectations.

Fu Fugui wore an old-fashioned navy blue jacket and said carefully, "Brother Yang, I also want to go and experience it."

Fugui was over forty years old and had lived a bitter life. Before meeting Yang Xuan, he had never even walked out of the mountain.

Now that he had a new life, he tried his best to make up for the shortcomings of his past life. He wanted to see anything new.

"Which bar in Xuan City is the most luxurious?"

Yang Xuan asked.

Zhang Bei said, "It used to be the original color, but now it seems to be the Triumph Pub. However, the Triumph Pub is a property owned by Victorious Return. Let's go to the original color. I'm familiar with that place."

Yang Xuan shook his head lightly. "To Triumph Pub. Since we're here, we should go greet our opponents first. Otherwise, others will say that we don't know etiquette."

Zhang Beijia rubbed his hands excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes. We're courteous people. Haha, brothers, let's go. Let's go to Happy!"

Triumphant Group had actually started setting up their plans in Xuan City a long time ago. The recent large-scale invasion was definitely not a spur of the moment, but a premeditated plan that had been going on for a long time.

This could be seen from the fact that they had purchased a lot of local enterprises since the invasion.

Actually, the acquisition was only a pretense. These companies were originally theirs, but they were only afraid of alerting the enemy and putting up signs for other companies.

Yang Xuan had a rough understanding of this information on the way here.

Triumph Sect was a property under Victorious Return. They had invested a large sum of money into it the moment it opened. Whether it was sound or light, they were definitely the best in the world.

To build a club of such a scale in a small city like Xuan City, anyone who had a slight understanding of this industry wouldn't be able to understand it.

The population of a small city wasn't high, so the cost of building a first-rate club here wasn't much different from spending money on water.1

Therefore, Yang Xuan analyzed that Victorious Return's ultimate goal wasn't just to make money from this club.

Instead, it was to use this nightclub to suppress the other local nightclubs. Their ultimate goal was to monopolize the nightclub business of the entire Xuan City!

The environment inside was indeed very good. The only disgusting thing was that the nightclubs were filled with the rich characteristics of Bakong, which would cause a subtle cultural infiltration to the young people.

Perhaps this was also one of the important goals of Victorious Return's plan.

"Hello, do you have any reservations, gentlemen?"

A waiter wearing a special uniform of Bakong came forward and asked politely.

Zhang Beijia frowned and said, "Are you from Longxia or from Bangladesh?"

The waiter replied, "I'm from Longxia. Sir, do you have any questions?"

"F * ck, then why are you wearing Korean clothing? It's so f * cking disgusting. Cut the crap and empty the best seat for me!"

Zhang Bei Jia threw out a black card.

The server's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the black card. How could he have the mood to care about the scolding just now?

As long as his performance was good enough, not to mention scolding him, he could even slap him a few times.

The few of them went to the seat on the card. Zhang Beijia ordered the moment he attacked. A set of Dragon God and two bottles of Louis XIII. A large group of waiters immediately surrounded them, smiling as if they were serving their ancestors.

Yang Xuan and Zhang Beijia were used to this kind of phenomenon, but Fugui could not understand it. He frowned and muttered, "Are the nightclubs all so good at service? Just like serving your own father."

Zhang Beijia grinned and said, "It's good to teach you a lesson. In the current society, only money is your father. Do you believe that I can make them kneel down and call you father with just a little bit of money?"

Fugui thought that Zhang Beijia was joking, so he shook his head and smiled. He did not take it seriously.

Seeing that Fugui did not believe him, Zhang Beijia directly took out a stack of cash from his pocket and threw it on the table. He pointed at the waiters and said, "This is the New Year money your father gave you. Kneel down and pay your respects to your father!"

When the few waiters in Korean clothing saw the stack of money, their eyes instantly lit up.

Without any hesitation, they kneeled down on the ground and kowtowed three times to Fugui. "Thank you, father. Your son is paying you a New Year!"

Fugui was confused. Obviously, the actions of these waiters had far exceeded his scope of understanding.

"What's wrong with this world now? As long as you pay, you can call your father whatever you want?"

Fugui stared with his eyes wide open, completely unable to accept what was happening in front of him.

He had spent the first half of his life in the mountains, and his thinking was more traditional. This kind of behavior was simply outrageous to him.

Zhang Beijia chuckled, "This world is sick, that's why we, doctors, need to treat the root of the illness for this world!"

In order to let the rich get used to this society, Yang Xuan had long appointed Zhang Beijia as the life teacher of the rich, and he was responsible for teaching the rich how to get to know this world.

Zhang Beijia was also very responsible. When he was in the training camp, he had specially applied for a tablet which downloaded 20 gigabytes of movies. It stipulated that the rich had to watch one every day.

After watching it, he also made the rich have to write more than 1000 words of impressions.

In the past, Fugui was an illiterate person who could not read big words. Only after he came to the training camp did he slowly learn how to write.

At that time, after he watched the first movie, the first impression he wrote for Zhang Beijia was also a classic that the Heavenly Calamity Organization talked about enthusiastically.

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