Chapter 29 Spending Money

Guan Yingjun's forehead jumped and he immediately grabbed Jian Ruochen tightly.

Li Changyu's words popped up in my mind at an inopportune time: People who like to try new flavors mostly love to pursue excitement.

The noise in the venue was deafening, and the low drum beats of rock music made the floor tremble.

The second floor of the 1892 Bar.

Lu Qian lowered his eyes and stared at Jian Ruochen's face.

The boy was wearing a heavily knitted sweater. Without the protection of his down jacket, his snow-white, slender neck and collarbone were exposed.

Her long satin-like hair was gathered behind her and fell to her waist. When she was hugged and walked forward, the ends of her hair swayed between her waist and hips, looking delicate and seductive.

The arm around the waist seems a bit of an eyesore.

Lu Qian gave a mocking laugh, cut the cigar in his hand with a cigar cutter, and lit it with a high-temperature flintlock.

In the past, Jian Ruochen was poor and old-fashioned, and used the cheapest clothes to cover his pale body.

The only redeeming feature is the lower half of his face which is somewhat similar to Jiang Hanyu. If she could cover the upper half of her face, lie down with her red lips slightly open and the tip of her tongue sticking out, she would surely be quite alluring.

So he gave Jian Ruochen a chance.

After all, every man has to find some substitutes to solve physiological problems. Jiang Hanyu couldn't bear it, but he couldn't just hold it in.

But Jian Ruochen is aloof and only wants to talk about feelings.

Now what?

If you have money, you can do anything?

Lu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down.

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The sticky gaze was fixed on his body, and Jian Ruochen felt as if ants were crawling all over his body.

He reached out to scratch the itchy back of his neck, and as soon as he touched it, a hot hand touched it.

Guan Yingjun pinched the soft flesh with his knuckles, and the gun callus rubbed against it, and the unpleasant itchiness immediately disappeared.

He asked cynically, "Better?"

"Yeah." Jian Ruochen nodded.

Sir Guan’s skills in playing a gangster are beyond reproach, and his strength after three years of undercover work is indeed strong.

As they moved, the two of them walked to the bartender.

The bartender of 1892 is a handsome man with distinct features and a high nose bridge. He wears a suit vest and looks very young.

He wore a pair of black, neck-hanging single-sided headphones on his ears, with the remote control hanging from his collar.

This thing was a rare commodity in the 1990s and ordinary bars could not afford it.

This trip was the right one.

The bartender looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "What would you like to order?"

Jian Ruochen originally wanted to pull up a chair and sit next to Guan Yingjun, but when he met that playful look, he immediately gave up the idea and waited for Guan Yingjun to sit down before sitting on his lap.

Guan Yingjun reached out and hugged the person to his abdomen, while lowering his eyes to look at the drink list.

The drinks here are not expensive, and the profits are not enough to support a bar in West Kowloon.

This indicates that there is another profit point at 1892.

Guan Yingjun: "American whiskey and pomegranate juice."

After saying that, he pushed the drink list aside, took Jian Ruochen's hand and patted him on the stomach twice.

Jian Ruochen understood immediately.

It was his turn to ask. The bartender looked at him with a strange look in his eyes. He should recognize this face.

Jian Ruochen supported himself on the bar with both hands, leaned out, and stared straight at the bartender's face, "Have you seen me?"

Guan Yingjun's gaze dropped down and stopped at the snow-white neck that was exposed when the boy leaned forward.

Jian Ruochen seemed a little different today than before. In the past, he always asked step by step, so why did he ask directly today?

Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's hand tightly to prevent him from losing his balance and falling off.

The bartender laughed and said, "Your face is very famous in the circle. Everyone knows that you spend a lot of money at the Platinum Club and order ten at a time."

Jian Ruochen said "Hey", and looked back nervously at Guan Yingjun. Without waiting for anyone to speak, he immediately turned around and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I couldn't do anything about it that time... I was targeted by a murderer. If I didn't help the police, I would have been the one to die."

Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows. It felt a bit strange to hear such a derogatory term as "policeman" from Jian Ruochen's mouth.

After a little thought, he understood Jian Ruochen's purpose. What he was going to play today was a little sieve that couldn't keep secrets.

It seems like something is leaking, but in fact what is fished out are all useful things.

After Jian Ruochen finished speaking to the bartender, he twisted his body sideways and said to Guan Yingjun, "I was forced to do it that time."

Guan Yingjun: …

He is a grown man.

Neither a fool nor a wise guy.

He really didn't expect Jian Ruochen to be so relaxed in his acting.

Last time on the ferry we had no choice, and the time before that we weren't so intimate at the banquet.

Guan Yingjun coughed lightly, "I know, don't move."

The bartender's earlier wariness gradually faded.

What can a colander like this, with everything written all over its face, hold?

If he could get some information out of Jian Ruochen, wouldn't he be able to gain a firm foothold in front of Lu Qian?

The bartender pushed the pomegranate juice in front of Jian Ruochen, "What does your man do?"

Guan Yingjun moved his arm around Jian Ruochen and covered his mouth, as if afraid that he would say something without restraint. With his other hand, he brought the pomegranate juice to his nose and sniffed it, "Do some business."

He placed the glass on the table with a thump. "Ketamine added? Change it."

The bartender looked stern.

I've worked here for so many years and have done everything from drugging to adding extra ingredients, but this is the first time someone has smelled it out.

He looked upstairs reflexively and met Lu Qian's half-closed eyes, and broke out in a cold sweat.

A voice came from the headset: "What's going on?"

The bartender took back the pomegranate juice and replaced it with a clean glass. "I'm sorry, brother. I was not very good at seeing you before. I didn't realize you were in the same industry as me."

These words were spoken to Lu Qian and everyone in the headphone channel.

Only those who deal with drugs for many years can smell the difference between various drugs.

This guy looks like he is not just dealing with people, he should be a technician. He is a K· fan and doesn't care about the scientific name.

The bartender changed his expression and asked eagerly, "Are you here to sell goods or to have fun?"

Jian Ruochen: "Let's get some information."

He leaned down slightly and moved closer to the bar as if whispering, "Someone spread the rumor here that I'm an octopus with eighteen boats under my feet, and he got angry."

The bartender glanced down and saw Jian Ruochen's collar slightly open due to his crouching, revealing a hint of white, and a sharp explosion in his heart:

My little beauty, please don't hurt me! The way your man looks at me is as if he wants to sink me to Pier No. 8 to feed the fish!

He looked away and laughed awkwardly, "It's all rumors. Beautiful people always have more rumors. After the Platinum Club was investigated, many bartenders there changed jobs. Once they dispersed, the events of that day spread out."

"What about my school life?" Jian Ruochen frowned. "They actually said that I was pursuing Lu Qian! And I was flirting with the professor. Do I look so uncultured?"

The bartender was sweating and felt that it had never been so hot in his life.

In front of me was a big guy wearing a hat and mask, who looked very impressive.

Above my head, there is a Boss Lu who has been staring at this place for some unknown reason.

Next to my ears are full-channel headphones with full microphones.

Now in the 1892 bar, all the employees wearing these headphones can hear someone say that liking Boss Lu is a tasteless thing.

Including Boss Lu himself.

How much does Lu Qian care about his reputation?

Will he be silenced?

The bartender felt like he was about to die.

Just now he thought that Jian Ruochen was a sieve, who would say whatever he was asked, and he could get some information from him. Now he wished he could plug the holes in the colander.

The bartender spoke very quickly, "Those rumors were just spread by the guests from booth 19. They are not regular customers here. There is also a foreigner in there. I think they are just spreading gossip."

He looked at Guan Yingjun for help, "No one did it unintentionally. Do you want to do some small business today besides investigating this matter?"

Let him take an order!

Now that Boss Lu has made some money, perhaps he won't blame him.

Guan Yingjun: "What do you sell on this counter? Do you have ketamine, GHB, triazolam, happy water and milk tea? Are there any other new things?"

The bartender thought he was going to help him, so he nodded repeatedly, "We have all these, we don't sell new ones. Do you want to buy some or..."

Guan Yingjun laughed playfully: "Come over to play, what's the point of opening a bill? Let's get a room."

Now that we have checked the bar, we have a clue where the rumor came from. Now it's time to check the private rooms and the kitchen.

Jian Ruochen took out his gold card and said, "Please help us get a better one."

The bartender was so upset that he could not even cry. He swiped his card to pay the bill and handed the room card to Guan Yingjun. Then he heard Lu Qian say in the headset: "Hold them steady. Don't let them go upstairs."

Bartender: ...

It's really a matter of risking your life for a monthly salary of 1,800 yuan.

You told me that after the room cards have been given out? Do you think this man in black is easy to talk to?

He said timidly: "The things have been given away."

Lu Qian was a little annoyed, "You've been tricked."

What an idiot!

He actually mentioned all the types of goods in the bar! It’s too late to stop it!

Lu Qian patted the railing and said, "Notify everyone to pack up and be ready to evacuate at any time!"

He put the cigars on the shelf, stood up and went downstairs.

There was something wrong with the person Jian Ruochen brought with him. Although he looked like a colleague in temperament, there was an indescribable sense of incongruity.

The Lu family has been able to survive in Hong Kong until now, not just because of luck.

As soon as Lu Qian moved, Guan Yingjun immediately lowered his head and said, "Lu Qian has come downstairs. He should be coming for us."

Jian Ruochen turned his head to avoid the hot air blowing into his cochlea, and raised his eyes to glance over.

The stairs on the second floor are not far from the bar. You can reach it after going downstairs and walking through a corridor. Next to the corridor is the dance floor, which is full of people shaking their heads and dancing wildly.

If Lu Qian keeps an eye on them, they will not be able to check the kitchen next time. They must completely stop Lu Qian.

But the terrain here is open and simple, making it too difficult to perform.

Guan Yingjun felt a little regretful.

This bar does not accept orders, only fruit plates. Things like fruit plates can be cut at the bar. Why is it necessary to have such a large kitchen in West Kowloon where every inch of land is valuable?

There must be a ghost in there.

He whispered, "The terrain here is too open, and it's hard to avoid the land trench. Let's go upstairs to check out the private room and the bathroom first, and come back to the kitchen next time."

Although the clues may be diverted, safety is important.

Jian Ruochen blinked: "I have a way to avoid Lu Qian."

He let go of Guan Yingjun's wrist and walked onto the stage alone.

The stage was elevated, and when people walked onto it, they were immediately taller than everyone else. He stood in the crowd, naturally with the spotlight effect, and immediately attracted most of the audience's attention.

Someone whistled softly.

Jian Ruochen smiled and took out a dozen Hong Kong dollar bills in denominations of one thousand Hong Kong dollars from his trouser pocket. He pinched his index finger and thumb, pursed his lips and whistled loudly.

Everyone on and off the stage looked up immediately.

They looked at this androgynous beauty with extreme excitement, their eyes filled with the most primitive desires.

Jian Ruochen untied the paper tape that bound the two stacks of cash, twisted his fingers, and the Hong Kong dollars opened in a fan shape. He said loudly: "Ladies and Gentlemen, have a crazy night!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

The orange-red thousand-Hong Kong dollars immediately floated in the air, some of them fell on the dance floor, and the rest floated to the corridor beside the dance floor.

There was silence all around for a moment, even the volume of the music became much quieter.

0.1 second later, the deafening cheers seemed to blow the roof off the house.

The noisy crowd rushed off the stage, squatted down to pick up the fallen banknotes, and blocked the stairs tightly.

Lu Qian had never seen Jian Ruochen act so recklessly. It's as if he was born to live in the center of everyone's sight with his arms outstretched.

When he came to his senses, he was completely blocked at the stairs by the crazy guests.

Lu Qian jumped out holding on to the handrail, but the crowded crowd made it impossible to move. He cursed inwardly, and when he looked up again, the white figure was no longer in front of him.

Jian Ruochen followed the crowd and grabbed Guan Yingjun's wrist, "Let's go and check the kitchen!"

The noise of the world is so harsh, but Guan Yingjun feels that there is no sound at this moment.

Everything seemed to be immersed in boiling hot water, and nothing could be heard clearly.

He tried his best to stay calm, and just for a moment he was distracted, Jian Ruochen almost slipped out of his hand.

Guan Yingjun quickly hugged the person. The soft touch that he had previously ignored was extremely clear at this moment, and it was so hot that he curled his fingers.

Jian Ruochen said quietly, "Can you be gentler?"

My waist is about to break.

Guan Yingjun slowly loosened his hand.

The two walked through a corridor and turned to the side, and they could see the kitchen hidden behind the ballroom.

Jian Ruochen tried to stick his head outside, but was pulled back halfway when his head was pressed down.

Guan Yingjun said: "You can see even if you stand up straight. Don't look around, you'll be discovered easily."

The kitchen is brightly lit.

Three neatly stacked piles of aluminum lunch boxes gleamed silvery white under the light.

Jian Ruochen's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he thought of the lunch box on the ferry that had been modified into a bomb.

It would be great if they could get the lunch box here. If they can successfully match it with the bomb seized in the police station, they will have preliminary evidence that Lu Qian is involved in drugs.

An angry voice came from the kitchen: "Transfer? Why do you want to transfer suddenly? We have been running this transfer station for so long, are you going to give it up just like that?"

After a few breaths, the bartender's voice rang out: "Whatever Boss Lu says is true. Only by following Lu Qian can you survive. Count the number quickly. If one is missing, be prepared to be shot."

"Hey..." Someone sighed and suddenly frowned, "Why is there so much noise outside? What happened? Who can go out and take a look?"

Jian Ruochen's heart tightened.

There is only one way from the kitchen to the hall. If the people inside come out, they will definitely see them.

what to do?

Jian Ruochen asked in a breathy voice: "Shall we go?"

He said he was leaving, but his eyes were glued to the pile of lunch boxes in the kitchen closest to the corridor.

If I could get it, even just one...

Jian Ruochen licked his lips.

A gust of wind blew through the corridor, and someone in the kitchen said, "This winter is really cold."

The bartender's voice rang out again, and he cursed, "A bunch of losers! You guys work, I'll go out and take a look."