The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 31 - Not Enough to Drink
31: Chapter 31 Not Enough to Drink
31 -31 Not Enough to Drink
Ye Tian stepped out of the cave entrance, and shortly after, Old Mr.
Liu also emerged, followed by his big black dog, leaving behind only a corpse, a body covered with silver needles everywhere.
On the eyes, the temples, the chin, the chest…
Densely packed.
Like a hedgehog.
Ye Tian is still the same Ye Tian, often squatting in the corner, chatting away with a bunch of security guards, commenting crudely on which chick has whiter tits and which one has a bigger ass, a lecherous smile on his face as he made his suave move with the cigarette.
At first glance, you’d think him an utterly shameless, despicable lowlife, and the crew cut sitting atop his neck had almost become his trademark.
A disguise, one could say was done to perfection.
Gou Xuan has been in the store twice, each time not staying for more than ten minutes.
In those ten minutes, the fair-skinned, eloquent behind-the-scenes boss would just quietly sit on the sofa in the corner of the second floor, with the sultry woman with provocativeness down to her bones in his arms.
It’s always after a smoke or a drink that he would call Ye Tian over, talking about nothing more than how the bar business is going, whether anyone was causing trouble, including the glances the saucy woman threw at him at a rate of eighty times per minute.
Ye Tian dared not look, only addressing him as “Master Gou,” bending over at an angle of ninety degrees until Gou Xuan left the bar before straightening up.
As usual, he pockets a pack of Zhonghua for himself.
Wang Qiang stood at the side, watching all this, trying to glimpse a secret from this man’s few words or actions, but it seemed like he found nothing.
This person named Ye Tian was too ordinary; though he could fight, he was just a bit more ruthless than others.
“Don’t look at him, careful or he’ll devour you,” Zhu Youzhi said with a big cigar in his mouth, a smile on his face as he patted Wang Qiang’s shoulder, “In this world, there are just some people you can’t see through, can’t learn from.
Don’t feel resentful, one on one, you’re not even worthy to light his cigarette.”
Yes, he was not even qualified to light a cigarette for him.
Things got more and more complicated, and at present, Old Mr.
Liu was the only person by Ye Tian’s side.
He missed his old brothers who would risk their lives for each other; that feeling of being able to entrust your back to someone else was incomparable.
But after all, that was just wishful thinking, back to reality, there was nothing.
As for Wang Qiang, Ye Tian felt nothing; although his scheming was deep and his actions ruthless.
Ye Tian was a man of narrow outlook, so narrow as if it were the size of a needle’s point.
Up to this point, he could trust only a few brothers from the army and Old Mr.
Liu.
As for others, there wasn’t even a chance for mutual exploitation.
He had no intention to harm others, as long as they did not block his path, or else, he wouldn’t mind picking their bones out.
Ye Tian suddenly turned around, and what he saw was Wang Qiang’s face that couldn’t react in time, stunned—yes, shocked—yes, even fear.
A sad smile, to tell the truth, quite an ugly sight.
Ye Tian smiled, too, then turned and went downstairs.
A green shirt, a robe, a braided wheat-straw hat, an ox horn smoking pipe with a white jade bowl.
An out of place outfit, just blatantly and conflictually appeared in the “Nightlife” bar.
There are many who engage in performance art these days, plenty of show-offs seeking attention.
Facing this old man with a face full of wrinkles and a stooped body, there was contempt as well as curiosity.
A few girls thought he was some wealthy old master who came out alone looking for fun and pounced on the opportunity, thinking he might be a big fish.
Unfortunately, the old man, amidst the eager eyes of many beauties, awkwardly coughed twice and, under the expectant gazes, shakily took out a stack…
of food stamps.
In an instant, the crowd dispersed like monkeys.
Who are the monkeys?
Heh.
In the corner, in the shadow of the light, the old man quietly smoked his pipe, the ox horn stem, the jade pipe head, tobbaco leaves grown from the Five-colored Soil under the Great Wall, strong stuff, not for the faint-hearted.
“Brother Tian, should we kick him out?” A young punk chatting with Ye Tian asked, rubbing his hands eagerly, willing to show off in front of this great hero.
“Boom what, a visitor is a guest.” Dusting off the dirt on his butt, Ye Tian walked over, but then turned around and said to the little Yellow Hair, “You, come here.”
Yellow Hair was stunned for a moment, then moved closer, “What’s up, Brother Tian?”
“Just wait and take…”
The most beautiful in the dance floor were the girls crazily twisting their waists, with their graceful figures and attractive faces looking so pitiful, but tonight, they were all destined to be overshadowed.
“What’s your honorable surname, old gentleman?”
“The surname is Gongsun, first name Muyang.” His voice was kind, and his face carried a smile, like the old grandpa who often gave kids candy from next door.
The coffee table was bare; this old gentleman probably hadn’t been to a bar before and didn’t know you have to order things yourself here.
Ye Tian snapped his fingers, and a charming and sexy waitress came over.
“What would the old gentleman like?”
“Three money’s worth of coptis, one money of bitter ginseng, and add two taels of Laobai spirits.” The old man took a puff of his tobacco, squinting and asked, but not directing the question at the waitress, instead looking at Ye Tian.
Ye Tian shook his head, “Don’t have any.”
The waitress was somewhat irritated; this old man was either crazy or mentally ill.
Who sells Laobai spirits in a bar?
She didn’t know what coptis and bitter ginseng were, probably something like the Shuanghuanglian oral liquid on TV.
“Don’t have it?
Then you can drink mine.”
Rectangular, with a bend in the middle, the kind of tin box used for drinking in the army.
“Probably not enough for you, Old Mr.
Liu.” While talking, Yellow Hair arrived with a bottle in hand; looking at the label on the bottle, it was whiskey.
“Brother Tian.”
“Mhm, you guys go on with your work, call me if you need anything.”
Both of them responded and left.
Twisting off the cap, Ye Tian poured two drinks; after returning to the country, Ye Tian rarely drank high-proof liquor, only twice until now, once with Old Mr.
Liu under the locust tree, and the other time in a private room at Waterfront—this was the third time, accompanying this old gentleman in a blue robe.
“You can drink your own later; drink mine first, or there will be no time.” Old Man Gongsun took two more cups from the table, filled them; they were yellow and somewhat cloudy.
He handed one to Ye Tian and held one himself, “My master told me, traditional Chinese medicine has three bitters, coptis, Aristolochia, and Gentiana scabra, but that’s not the bitterest.
The bitterest Chinese medicine is bitter ginseng; just listen, even the name sounds so bitter.”
Ye Tian took the cup, sniffed it under his nose, then set it back down on the table, listening with interest to the old man speaking.
