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The sound of Yingying Yanyan colliding with the goblet gradually moved away from her ears.

The silver elevator door opened, and what you saw was no longer the luxurious scene on the first floor. There was only a promenade in front of you. The walls were full of graffiti and illuminated by spotlights. It was street-like and youthful.

Jiang Xue walked in the forefront and couldn't help but smile when he wanted to see Zheng Jiakai, like the girl next door in countless teenagers' dreams, or the campus goddess, pure and shy, waiting to be released.

It's just...every time after she looks back like this, Zheng Jiakai, who is puzzled, will say: "Walk forward and look forward. What do you always look back at?"

So Jiang Xue could only reply weakly: "Oh."

Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu walked at the back, they smiled at each other when they saw this picture, and then they shook their heads helplessly.

The corridor quickly came to an end, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

In the transparent glass rooms, all kinds of entertainment facilities are readily available. There are no suits and leather shoes, no high-heeled red wine, and when there is a hearty laughter in the ear, some people swear again.

This is a two-story building, a gathering place for young people with little reputation.

No, to be precise, it should be the second-generation casino.

And the reason why it is here is because the general meeting on the first floor holds cocktail parties, dance parties, charity dinners...

Young people can’t stand this, and they are always carried over by their parents to make friends. Over time, the second floor becomes like this. The older generation plays downstairs and the young people play upstairs. Some inextricably linked.

This is also the reason why Zheng Weixun, Luo Yu, and Ren Yao, who are still sitting on the first floor, can't choose to come up.

A group of people appeared at the door, and immediately a few young people walked over with a smile on their faces. The man headed by him was not very old and wore a tight-fitting sportswear, which highlighted his muscles.

He does not look bad, with sword eyebrows and big eyes, a little heroic, and a straight back. He seems to have been a soldier for two years. He faces Zheng Jiakai and embraces him with open arms.

"Brother Kai."

Zheng Jiakai gave a rare smile, and then struck a fist with a fat man next to Tian'er, a young man with his head combed, and said hello.

The young man named Zhao Tian obviously respected Zheng Jiakai, and naturally smiled at his friend: "Here, sit down first."

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Long table, floor-to-ceiling windows, night view of Ningyuan.

Everyone was seated in front of the wine station, Zhang Xiaojian did not disturb Zheng Jiakai and Zhao Tian's recollection, but looked around.

Obliquely to the left, there is a spacious room separated by a row of transparent glass. In the leftmost room, two long-legged girls are playing table tennis, cutting the ball, spinning the ball, and pumping the ball. Looking at this level, maybe another country is the seed of the national team.

Next door is the archery room, where there are groups of three to five, some people bend their bows and shoot arrows, some people hold their heads with their hands in frustration.

This kind of entertainment facilities is normal.

It's just that, why are groups of young people at the next table breaking their wrists, and the two people on the table are holding the table with red faces, tripping their legs, and are about to decide what to do.

Also.... On the other end of the table, a few boys and girls with glasses and a bookish temperament don’t know what board games they are playing. One of them said: “I’ve built a house, I have to look at it. Double, give two thousand."

Okay, there are people playing the ancient game Monopoly?

Take a closer look, it’s not game currency, it’s real money...Is this really a crowd gambling...

So that the ears were not quiet, some people ranted'you get out of me'... There was an excited'YES' as if some victory had been won, and some people shouted,'Brother, kneel down.'

Zhang Xiaojian was wondering what a strange place this was.Zheng Jiaxuan opened his mouth and said, "It really is so boring here."

Ye Mozhu looked at the group of young people who applauded and continued to wrestle their wrists and said: "If it weren't extremely boring, I believe they can't do such a boring thing."

The fat man who followed Zhao Tian smiled and said: "Don't think that the game is old, you really get involved, you might say it's so fragrant."

The young man combing his back said: "It's mainly lively, everyone coaxes together, no matter how simple the game is, it is fun to play."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "That's true." Then he saw an acquaintance in the crowd at the next table and shouted, "Xiao Wang?"

Xiao Wang is the only fellow in the fourth uncle's private car shop.

He turned his head and saw Zhang Xiaojian, and walked over in surprise: "Brother Xiaojian, is this just coming back?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and smiled, looking at the thin body of Xiao Wang who had rolled up his sleeves and said, "Don't tell me you want to compete?"

Xiao Wang was displeased when he heard it, and said, "Brother, look down on me. You see, they all seem to be strong, full of protein powder, and virtual. My physique looks thin, and I play boards in the car shop every day. Lord, the truth is about hand strength, and whoever loses is not necessarily the one who wins."

Zhang Xiaojian listened cheerfully and stood up: "Walk, I will join in the fun."

Xiao Wang smiled and crossed his shoulders with Zhang Xiaojian to the next table, yelling: "Get out, get out, I'll come!"

A young man sitting in a chair gave Xiao Wang a place directly: "Brother Wang, you go."

Xiao Wang sat down. Opposite him was a sturdy young man with thick arms and swollen biceps.

As soon as the two of them joined hands, everyone began to booze.

Don't say, Xiao Wang really didn't blow. After ten seconds of holding it up, the veins on his forehead were exposed. With a sudden force, he defeated his opponent and won applause.

"Damn, Bai Lian..." the loser murmured, then changed hands and sent a thousand red envelopes to the WeChat group.

Zhang Xiaojian saw that the people next to him were receiving red envelopes. He felt that this was not a crowd gambling, so everyone had fun. Whoever loses pays the money. The young people here are not bad for money. This game...

Xiao Wang interrupted Zhang Xiaojian's thoughts, and while shaking his hands, he said: "Brother, let's play a round. This is a red envelope round. Whoever loses will send one thousand. It's pure play."

Zhang Xiaojian felt a little...LOW, and didn't want to agree, but Ye Mozhu beside him gave him a look, meaning to go up.

There was also Zheng Jiaxuan behind her. She said, "Xiao Wang, the game is too small, and Brother Xiaojian won't enter."

Xiao Wang frowned: "The ten thousand?"

Zheng Jiakai, who didn't leave the table, but could hear the dialogue here, shouted: "Still young."

Zhao Tian stood up and walked over with the fat man. He said: "I heard that Zhang Dong has a charity and it happens to be a fundraiser tonight. Otherwise, you win a round of 100,000, when we Donate, you lose 10,000 in a round, throw it in the group, and everyone draws a prize."

This is a bit interesting. Of course, it sells Zheng Jiakai's face, and he wants to help Zhang Xiaojian, who has just arrived, revealing his friendliness..

It's just that Zheng Jiaxuan's pupils are slightly enlarged while looking at Zhao Tian, ​​with a look of you looking for death...

Because in her mind, there was a picture of Zhang Xiaojian hitting a sledgehammer in Jiangcheng bar, one hammer for 80...no, one hammer for one wall.