The night is cool, bar.
The place was full of lights and feasting, and was filled with the clinking of wine glasses and the bustling and noisy chatter.
Qingdai was awakened by the noisy sound.
When she came to, she was standing in front of the sink in the corner of the bar, applying her lipstick in front of the makeup mirror.
"Rose, the guest in room 303 specifically wants to buy your champagne. Don't blame me for not reminding you to hurry up."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
The mirror reflected the image of a woman wearing a Champagne Girl outfit. The one-shoulder black dress barely covered her legs, making her look very cool. She wore a simple clavicle chain around her neck, with a long pendant embedded in her undulating career line. She was tall and had an indescribable charm in her eyes. Under the dim light, she looked particularly unreal, as if inviting someone to pick her.
The brown eyeliner outlines the deep eye sockets, and there is a very obvious teardrop mole under the corner of the eye. When she looks at herself in the mirror, she is captivating and charming.
The lipstick on her lips was peeling and turning white, and she didn't look very well.
He exhaled lightly, his mouth full of the strong smell of alcohol, obviously he had drunk quite a lot of wine.
In this world, Qingdai is a female bartender in a bar. She is responsible for selling champagne and inviting customers to drink her wine. The salary of this type of bartender is higher than that of ordinary bartenders, and they are collectively called champagne girls.
The original owner was very famous in this bar. There were tons of innocent girls in the nightclub. You could pick any one of them and her voice would be so tender that it would make water come out of her.
Although her name contains the word "mei", she acts like a mature sister, intellectual and elegant. She often helps customers solve their problems without making a sound, and then sells her own champagne.
Rose is what others call her.
Champagne, roses.
It suits her very well.
The woman in black who had just reminded her was the bar manager and her direct supervisor.
After receiving all the memories from the system, Qingdai's eyes changed instantly.
She quickly applied lipstick and looked like she had recovered some of her vigor, hiding her frail complexion behind heavy makeup.
She took out the expensive champagne from the wine cabinet, draped a white cloth over her wrist, and walked slowly towards Room 303.
She knocked on the door three times, waiting for a while each time, but still no one answered. Qingdai pushed the door open and went in.
There was a slight click behind the door, and the black muzzle of a gun was pressed directly against her forehead.
“Sii onesto, non muoverti (Be still and don’t move)”
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The structure of these bars is different from ordinary ones. The two fake floors below are exactly the same as ordinary bars, filled with men and women eating and drinking, and looking around, it is all about money and luxury.
The upstairs was quiet and cold, spotless, and as clean as a private club.
At this time in the central conference room, men and women were all wearing black suit jackets, and only occasionally could you see specially designed patterns tattooed on their necks and arms.
Groups of people in the room were discussing something in low voices, chattering in a mixture of English and Italian, but their attention was always focused on the group opposite them.
Among this group of people are from gangs.
Salvatore Rocco is the current godfather of the gang.
But he was not in the room at the moment, and the person sitting in the middle on his behalf was his deputy Mensi.
Sitting opposite Menxi was an extremely charming woman with long light platinum hair spread out, making her extremely conspicuous among the people in the room.
The woman spoke in perfect Italian: "I think this cooperation is very pleasant. I look forward to a great victory."
Sylvia was speaking to Rocco, but her eyes were on the man next to him.
Black eyes and black hair, a straight figure, a flawless profile, and a lazy gaze.
This man is the most out of place among the group because he is a true oriental man.
But there is no trace of the oriental and weak side in him, but rather mystery and coldness.
Sitting quietly in a dark corner, peeping silently, the sense of oppression and danger is so stimulating that it makes one's scalp tingle.
Those bony hands were incredibly nimble when they touched the guns, and life and death depended on the blink of an eye.
This is a man who was born to blend into the darkness.
No wonder he is already the second-in-command of the gang at such a young age.
Sylvia had a playful smile on her lips, trying to attract the man's attention.
As the eldest daughter of the mafia, she was able to condescend and come here in person just for him.
Knowing that her lover spoke Chinese, she even specially learned the Eastern language.
The word "great victory" is her latest learning result.
Menxi knew very well what the young lady was thinking, so he didn't want to be the one to spoil the fun, so he took the initiative to make way after the business was settled.
"Yan, Miss Sylvia is very interested in Eastern culture, so you will accompany her."
Mu Yan didn't say anything, and it was hard to tell from his profile whether he was willing or not.
But the blonde opposite was obviously willing and used all her clinging skills.
But even though they were sitting so close, she didn't dare to reach out her hands or move around randomly, because she knew that men were not interested in women and didn't like others touching them randomly.
There will be many more opportunities for the two sides to cooperate and get along with each other in the future, and she is confident that she can become the exception.
But this is obviously an ideal situation.
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