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Chapter 158 While talking and laughing, an undercurrent surges

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    A pot of old wine, a taste of life.

    ??Forgetting Pavilion.

    Wangyou Pavilion is a restaurant with a very antique decoration.

    There are three floors in total, divided into three pavilions. Looking closely, it really feels like returning to an ancient restaurant.

    A wide range of fine wines are available.

    Very common white wine, sake, sweet wine, rice wine or some very precious Portuguese wines that have been collected for a long time.

    It can be said to be a paradise for wine lovers.

    And, the name Wangyou Pavilion is also very meaningful.

    "Forget your worries, forget your worries, forget your sorrows, forget all your unhappiness, and return to peace."

    This sentence is the signature slogan of the wine pavilion.

    Of course, this is not a place where ordinary people can come in. Just a one-time purchase of 50,000 yuan is enough to dissuade many working-class people or ordinary white-collar workers.

    "The people who can enter it are either rich or noble, and they are all important people with a good reputation.

    On the third floor of the restaurant, in an elegantly decorated attic, a middle-aged man was sitting in it.

    On the table, there is a beautifully crafted wine pot with a glass wine cup.

    There are three small and exquisite wine glasses on each side. They are carved from fine jade and are extremely precious.

    The middle-aged man looks ordinary at first glance, wearing only a simple Tang suit.

    But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are like sharp edges, with a light that can penetrate people's hearts.

    And the whole temperament is like a tiger about to pounce on food.

    Behind him, stood a thin man.

    "The man is wearing a suit. Although he is thin, he has the temperament of a lone wolf, and he will find the right opportunity to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

    "Lao Qi, do you think Mr. Lin will come today?"

    The middle-aged man whose real name was Sikong Yuan picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of wine. He did not drink it immediately, but put it into his nose and sniffed it gently. After tasting the aroma of the wine, he asked casually.

    "I don't know."

    "It's just two words that are concise and concise. Lao Qi didn't dare to say anything casually."

    Having followed this man for almost twenty years, I can still feel a strong sense of uneasiness in this master, and I still can't figure out his intentions.

    Sikong Yuan Xiaomin took a sip of tea and said softly: "I guess he will come."

    Lao Qi didn¡¯t dare to talk to him, he just wanted to be a very competent dog, neither humble nor overbearing, neither noisy nor noisy, just listen to his master.

    "This Mr. Lin is very remarkable. He came to Yanjing for the first time and first let the eldest son of the Dragon family die."

    "Later, the old man's precious son of the Qin family died, and he is still safe and sound now,"

    Sikong Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "The most important thing is that he is the grandson of my big brother. He can be said to be a descendant."

    It looks like he is smiling, but in fact, those deep eyes are flashing with bloodthirsty killing light.

    Today, according to the agreement, is the date when he invites Lin Xiao, a young man, to the banquet.

    After decades of ups and downs in Yanjing and decades of struggle for hegemony, Sikong Yuan finally became one of the top underground figures in Yanjing.

    However, there has never been a young man who could interest him so much.

    He was very curious whether the young man would still be as calm and calm and have the spirit of a big owl after the confrontation with him.

    "coming."

    While he was still sighing, Lao Qi behind him suddenly said in a deep voice.

    After Lao Qi said that the sound was coming, his whole temperament changed in vain.

    A short, crystal-clear dagger appeared silently in the hand, exuding a strong killing intent, staring at the door.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    An imposing young man in a suit and black windbreaker.

    He and a man in the same suit and leather shoes, with snake-like scars on his face, walked into the box in a hurry.

    This strange combination is naturally Lin Xiao and Xu Hao.

    Since Sikong Yuan was able to tell those lies, he must have been a subordinate of the old master of the Lin family who once had a huge territory, and his status was not low.

    ¡°In addition, he has long wanted to visit the underground emperor of Yanjing.

    Now, if you take the initiative to invite me, it doesn¡¯t hurt to come and meet for a while.

    "Mr. Lin, you are finally here. I thought you wouldn't come?"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Yuan Yuan quickly stood up to greet him with a smile on his face. He seemed to have no ulterior motives, as if he were seeing a close friend.

    "How dare Lin not come when Hulang invites him?" Lin Xiao shook hands with him and nodded.

    Xu Hao stood behind him and looked at Lao Qi.

    But both of them had a sharp dagger in their sleeves, each ready to strike.

    When the two parties met, they seemed calm on the surface, but secretly there were already ripples and swords drawn.

    Both sides sit down.

    Si Kong Yuan's eyes that could penetrate people's hearts squinted at Lin Xiao, picked up the wine pot, and poured a glass of wine into his glass: "This is sake, a famous wine from Wangyou Pavilion, strong but not strong.  It doesn¡¯t burn the throat, and the temperature is only 12 degrees, which is just right.¡±

    He poured the wine very gracefully. He held the jug about three feet above the glass and slowly poured it down. You could clearly hear the flow of wine pouring into the glass, but there were no ripples.

    It can be seen that this local emperor, who has dominated the underground world of Yanjing for decades, is a person who really understands wine.

    ¡° Moreover, looking at his behavior and every move, he doesn¡¯t look like a big owl on the gray road at all, but rather has the charm of a scholar.

    When the wine was full, Sikong Yuan stretched out his hand to signal and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, please drink."

    Lin Xiao smiled and nodded, took a small sip from the wine glass, closed his eyes slightly, thought about it, and praised: "It is a good wine, not strong, but sweet. It seems that Hulang is indeed a wine lover."

    "Mr. Lin, aren't you afraid that I might put medicine in it?"

    Suddenly, Sikong Yuan¡¯s eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Lin Xiao, emitting a strange light.

    ¡°After his death, Wolf Tu changed his previous stereotyped image, with a sneer on his face.

    Xu Hao's expression changed instantly, his eyes were cold, and the dagger came out instantly like a cold light. His body tensed, huge power emerged from his body, and he was about to take action.

    Seeing that he was about to take action, he was stopped by Lin Xiao, "Haozi, don't be impatient. How could Mr. Sikong do anything against me?"

    "You think so, Mr. Sikong?"

    The last word, Mr. Sikong, is profound.

    Sikong Yuan didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin is right, I will certainly not do anything bad to you. In terms of seniority, you are still my nephew."

    "Nephew?" Lin Xiao drank again, slightly confused.

    "Yes, thirty years ago, I, Sikong Yuan, was just a gangster on the streets of Yanjing. It was because of my big brother that I was able to reach my status today."

    "As for me, I am always grateful. As my big brother's grandson, how could I possibly deal with you?"

    "You think so, my dear nephew?"

    Sikong Yuan gently turned the wine glass on the table and spoke slowly, as if making a family conversation.

    But amid all the chatting and laughing, the undercurrent was surging crazily.

    However, around it, at some point, a large number of men in black poured in. At first glance, there were at least forty or fifty people, each with weapons in their hands, and they surrounded Lin Xiao and Xu Hao.

    The atmosphere is solemn, like catching a turtle in an urn.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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