"Brother Sen, what kind of dog do you want to keep? Pet dogs are very obedient."

"What's the point of pet dogs? Of course they are dogs that are difficult to tame."

"Oh, it turns out Brother Sen likes to be tamed. That's easy. If he doesn't obey, he'll be starved first. If he doesn't obey, he'll be whipped with a whip. If he dares to bite, he'll have his teeth pulled out. What other collars and ropes can be directly attached to the whole set?

If this dog doesn't obey you, he'll be stewed."

"Heh." Song Beisen laughed out loud, "Interesting."

"That is."

A few people were chatting casually, and after a while, several student girls dressed in different styles came to the private room. They were fat and thin, each with their own style and posture.

"Brother Sen, pick one." Several brothers said to Song Beisen.

Song Beisen raised his head and glanced. Are you really trying to fool him? There are a few who look obviously old and fat, and they are still schoolgirls.

He randomly ordered a woman: "Come here and pour me some wine."

"Yes, Master Song."

The beautiful young woman walked up to Song Beisen, half-knelt down beside the case, and poured a glass of red wine for Song Beisen.

She was sitting next to Song Beisen, her eyes were languid and her face was enchanting.

Song Beisen stretched out his hand and pinched her prickly face: "How much did this face cost?"

"Master Song, you are born with it."

"Your chin can plow the ground."

"Master Song is really good at joking."

"What university will you go to?"

"Freshman year!"

"Pfft." Song Beisen almost spat out a mouthful of wine. These people really knew how to deceive him.

However, he was too lazy to lose his temper anymore and just lay on the sofa, drinking and smoking. When he was unhappy, he would treat this woman like a toy.

The other men opened a table of cards and started gambling. For a while, the private room was filled with smoke, alcohol, and a strong smell of powder.

Song Beisen played with his cell phone for a while. Several unfamiliar internet celebrities on WeChat kept trying to flirt with him: "Brother Sen, look at the new skirt I bought today."

Song Beisen clicked on the picture. It was a standard photo of an Internet celebrity in a kneeling position. The collar of a black square-necked skirt was pulled very low. Her face was as pouty as an awl, and her eyes were as wide as copper bells. There were probably more than ten layers of powder on her face.

.

He sneered and replied teasingly: "It would look better if you pull the collar lower."

“I hate it~~”

Song Beisen was not in a good mood. Several small projects he had invested in some time ago had all gone to waste, and now he had no money to play anymore.

The Song family has a gold mine in Africa, but his only son has no idea where it is. Otherwise, he would have gone there to pan for gold. Once the gold mine falls into his hands, will he still be worried about lack of money?

It's a pity that his father is very smart and holds all the lifeblood of foreign countries in his own hands. I heard that he relied on those gold and gem mines to make a fortune. Even his sister Ning You doesn't know the specific locations of those mines.

Oh, what's the point of being a good father? He will still have to inherit the Song family in the future. Can his sister take over?

Besides, his sister had to get married eventually.

Song Beisen made a small calculation in his mind, rubbed his chin, and felt better.

…

It was after midnight and the business in the pub was still very busy.

Jiang Yunxiang's shift change time was at 1:30 in the morning. When the time was almost up, she changed out of her waitress clothes and greeted her boss with a smile: "Boss, I'm going home first."

"Okay, please be safe on the road."

"Um!"

Jiang Yunxiang didn't bring his mobile phone, only a backpack he brought out in a hurry.
Chapter completed!