Spirit Boss - 52. Commitment (on)

Barr was silent for a while before he said: “When my body recovers, let me eat it again.”

…

Did he misunderstand the meaning of burning?

After thinking about it, Wang Xiaoming decided to let this misunderstanding continue.

In terms of ordering food, Xiang Wenxun still used his mind. For example, his drink is not red wine, but Sprite.

Wang Xiaoming took a sip and continued to fight with the lamb chops.

A man in a black tuxedo and crimson bow tie walked over with a violin, his feet close together, and respectfully nodded his head and said, “What music does Mr. Wang want to listen to?”

…

Wang Xiaoming’s fork stopped in mid-air.

In this kind of occasion, some international music is needed.

He thought about it, “Internationale.”

…

The man’s expression was blank for two seconds, then he placed the violin on his shoulder and began to slowly pull it up.

The passionate music made Wang Xiaoming’s meat cutting action suddenly quickened, and his face was full of fighting passion.

Barr frowned and said, “What music is this?”

Wang Xiaoming took a peek at the performer and found that he was engrossed in the music before he whispered: “Internationale. Singing communism will encourage the proletariat to unite, stand up as masters, and fight against the exploiting classes together.”

Barr touched his chin, as if thinking of something, nodded and said, “Yes.”

Wang Xiaoming was so surprised that he almost dropped his chin. He actually heard the word “good” in the critical mouth of Barr. Although what he praised was only the Internationale, it was a product of mankind after all. As a member of mankind, he was proud of him.

After the man finished playing, he put down his violin and looked at him calmly.

Wang Xiaoming was seen by him that he couldn’t even chew meat, so he said for a long time: “Why don’t you pull it again?”

…

The man lowered his eyelids in silence, closed his eyes, put on the violin, and began to pull and pull again.

Wang Xiaoming felt that after one practice, he was even more revealing this time, and could faintly feel a anger burning around him.

He stopped his fork and listened intently.

After Qubi, the man stared at him again.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated. Although playing it again, his skills may be more proficient, but he should be boring to always play a piece of music. But are there any other well-known songs in the world? He is very troubled.

The man stared almost to tears, when he suddenly turned his head and said with joy: “Moscow has no tears.”

…

The corners of the man’s mouth twitched slightly.

Wang Xiaoming patted his chest. Fortunately, a roommate used to like to listen to this song and hummed in the bedroom every day. It finally came in handy. Russian songs can be spread to China and translated into Chinese, which should be regarded as internationally popular.

…

Wang Xiaoming waited for a while, seeing the man still standing motionless, and asked softly: “No? It doesn’t matter, anyway, we are all Chinese. It is normal for us not to play Moscow songs.”

“…” The man’s eyes started to flush.

Wang Xiaoming was very guilty. I knew I would click a simpler song, “How about? Two tigers?”

The man continued: “…”

Barr finally couldn’t stand it. “He should be waiting for a tip.”

…

Wang Xiaoming’s blood rushed to his cheeks instantly, and he touched his pocket silently with both hands.

The man’s face finally looked better.

After touching for a long time, Wang Xiaoming apologized and said, “I didn’t bring any money. Should I make an IOU?”

…

The man froze.

He played the violin here for so long, and for the first time he met a guest who wanted to pay an IOU.

Wang Xiaoming called the waiter, used paper and pen, and started to write.

When the man recovered, he had already started writing the amount.

Out of concern for self-interest, the man craned his neck slightly. I saw that the tip of the ballpoint pen drew a vertical line on the paper, and then a zero, a zero, and another zero.

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one thousand?

The man’s heartbeat accelerated slightly. These years, there are fewer rich people dumping money everywhere. Generally, just giving a few hundred yuan is not bad. Unexpectedly, this stupid-looking Lengtouqing would actually give one thousand.

His mood turned from cloudy to sunny, and he wished to pull him another Internationale.

Wang Xiaoming’s pen paused.

…

Is it necessary to add another zero?

The man’s eyes opened instantly.

Wang Xiaoming folds the pen back to the middle of 1000, and then draws a black point-10.00 behind the first zero.

man:”……”

Wang Xiaoming finished writing seriously, and then signed his clear name before signing, and then smiled with satisfaction: “Okay. Hey? What about people?”

Barr held his head with one hand and moved the roses around boredly, “I was ordered away by you.”

“Huh?” Wang Xiaoming was at a loss.

“Have you finished?” He smashed the red rose on his head.

Wang Xiaoming shrank his neck and reached out to catch the falling red rose, “Well, I’m full.”

The waiter came up at the right time and said: “Mr. Wang, Mr. Xiang also ordered dessert for you. Do you need to bring it up now?”

“Can you return it?” Wang Xiaoming began to worry about his wallet.

The waiter smiled and said, “Except for tips, Xiang always bears all expenses.”

“But…” Wang Xiaoming intuitively didn’t want to owe Xiang Wenxun any more favors.

Barr sneered: “Silver Pavilion was originally his property, what is the cost to bear?”

The waiter continued: “Or I can help you pack the dessert to the game hall. If your friend comes over, I will also take him to the game hall to meet you after his meal.”

“Game hall?” Wang Xiaoming’s eyes lit up.

“Yes. Mr. Xiang has already arranged it, and the game hall will book it for you tonight.”

…

Chartered?

Wang Xiaoming had a hunch that he would sell himself to repay his debts.

Barr was very interested, “What kind of game?”

Wang Xiaoming said: “Is it that kind of large game console?”

“Yes,” the waiter said sideways, “please here.”

Wang Xiaoming and Barr are looking forward to it.

As soon as he walked into the game hall, Wang Xiaoming was dazzled.

Various game consoles are shining colorfully in the dim light.

The waiter brought a box of game coins, and brought desserts and drinks, “I’m waiting outside. If you have any needs, you can pick up the phone and it will receive my call directly.”

…

Wang Xiaoming squeezed his arm to make sure he was not dreaming. There was indeed a game console room that was closed and opened only for him. There was indeed a box of gaming machine coins in front of him. All this happened in a real, real and real way.

The waiter closed the door from the outside.

Barr sat in the seat of the racing machine familiarly, “How does this work?”

Wang Xiaoming grabbed a handful of game coins and stuffed it for him.

The car on the screen began to count down.

“Remember to step on the gas pedal and hold the steering wheel.” After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, he found Barr staring at him silently, “Uh. How about you remote control the steering wheel?”

Baldao: “That’s not as good as a remote control car.” His finger moved slightly on the car on the screen.

The car actually moved.

It just swayed, slowly.

“Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!” Wang Xiaoming shouted from the side.

…

boom. Hit.

Barr said blankly: “The performance of this car is too bad.”

“…” Wang Xiaoming sighed. He really shouldn’t have too much expectations for Barr’s game talent.

The car is shooting.

Looking at the terrible results next to him, Wang Xiaoming did not dare to behave too well, and the battle ended hastily.

But Barr is very persistent, so persistent that it can be described as perseverance.

Originally, Wang Xiaoming wanted to let him play and play other things by himself. Who knew he said shamelessly: “You are gone, who will witness my glory?”

…

Wang Xiaoming wanted to say that he will come to witness when you become brilliant anyway. What can be witnessed if the gray and yellow come to the gray and yellow?

However, he did not dare.

After numerous failures, Barr finally found a game that suits him well——

Shooting machine.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the basketball again and again, then watched it automatically release and fly into the basket, and finally couldn’t help but ask: “Actually, you can throw the ball into the basket without me holding the ball.”

Barr raised his eyebrows.

Another goal was scored.

“Then why do I have to pick up the ball?” Wang Xiaoming was very depressed.

“Let you share my glory.”

…

So are the caddies on the golf course actually sharing the glory?

Wang Xiaoming is very embarrassed.

“But this is just the beginning,” Barr said with a look of the world. “You will soon know how honorable it is to be favored by me.”

Wang Xiaoming caught the key word, “You…favor me?” If he remembers correctly, does this word mean like and value?

Barr glanced at him irritably, “Don’t you think the point of this sentence is honor?”

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming stood up straight, his eyes narrowed into a gap, and replied firmly: “Well, I feel very honorable.”

…

I probably didn’t expect Wang Xiaoming to cooperate like this. After a start, Barr nodded in satisfaction and said: “So you have to fall in love with me as soon as possible. When my body recovers, I will take you to hell.”

Wang Xiaoming blinked, “Will this be too fast?” He hasn’t enjoyed life enough yet.

“I’m too slow.” Barr couldn’t wait to think of his body recovering and he could kill the Quartet again.

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head to ponder whether he should not cooperate so much for his own life.

Seeing that he was silent, Barr thought he didn’t want to go to hell, so he said, “You can go to heaven, but there are too many nagging people, and sooner or later you will be annoyed.”

Wang Xiaoming hesitated: “Can I stay in the world and live a long life?”

Barr’s face sank like water.

Wang Xiaoming became more and more nervous in the silence. Could it be that Barr decided to kill him after his body recovered?

He regrets infinitely. With the lessons learned from Mr. Dong Guo, how could he still lead the wolf into the room so stupidly. Barr is now making it clear that he will pass the car and dismantle the bridge, killing people…

The more he thought about it, the more sweat he shed.

…

After a long time, Wang Xiaoming could hardly stand up after a long time.

Barr finally spoke.

“I promise you.”

He kept persuading himself in his heart that Wang Xiaoming would live for a hundred years at most. For him, who has eternal life, he can pass through gritted teeth without rushing for a while. “As long as you are willing, you will stay with you in the human world as long as you are alive.” Let Lucifer and Michael be at ease for a hundred years!