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Chapter 176 The lingering ghost

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    The name of the bar is Xiaobaidian, but it is not small inside, covering an area of ??nearly 1,000 square meters.  The lighting inside is a bit dim, but it doesn't have the ambiguous and lewd atmosphere of other bars.

    Next to the bar is a plum blossom-shaped stage composed of five parts.  There are various musical instruments neatly arranged on it, including drums, electric guitars, basses, electronic keyboards, violins, as well as traditional musical instruments such as pipa, guzheng, erhu, suona, etc., and there are even many instruments that I have never seen before.  In the center is a horizontal piano, which looks quite majestic.

    A girl with long hair, wearing a halter top and a floral skirt, who looked very delicate and quiet, was sitting on the stage, holding a guitar and singing an old song.

    The middle-aged man walked into the bar and glanced at it. The whole bar was already 80% full of guests.  The most incredible thing is that the identity span of the guests seems to be very wide.  Old and young, men and women, and many foreigners among them.  There are blue-faced students, there are also smart and capable professional elites, there are slovenly but artistic old guys, there are also fashionable ladies carrying famous bags and drinking tens of thousands of bottles of red wine.  The rich second generation drinks like water.

    What¡¯s even more unbelievable is that there are guys with bald heads, long hair, short hair, dyed hair, and tattoos on their bodies.  Everyone was sitting in their seats, drinking wine, talking and laughing quietly, afraid of disturbing others.  Even if a waiter accidentally spills wine on them, they will smile kindly and say it's okay, looking quite well-educated.

    Normally, places like bars have different business methods and different customer groups.  For example, performing arts bars, slow-rocking bars, theme bars different styles naturally lead to different consumer groups.  But in this little bar, this rule is completely broken.

    The middle-aged man also heard people talking about this bar by chance, so he came over to take a look today.  When he saw all this, he had to say that it was indeed well-deserved.

    The middle-aged man walked to the bar, sat on a high chair, and snapped his fingers: "Bring me a beer."

    "Okay!" A beautiful woman standing next to the bartender agreed crisply, took a glass of beer in an oversized draft beer cup, and placed it in front of the middle-aged man, "Sir, this is our store's home-brew beer, please try it.  .¡±

    "Hey!" The beauty said again as soon as she finished speaking. She looked at the bar door with a very happy smile on her face, "The boss is here."

    The bartender looked at the door and smiled: "It's been almost a month since I disappeared, and I finally remembered this store."

    The beauty laughed twice, walked out of the bar and greeted her.

    The middle-aged man took a sip of beer. Originally, he had no interest in who the bar owner was, but greetings came one after another from behind.  Some are called boss, some are called eldest lady, some are called little girl, and some are even called sister Sisi, which has to make middle-aged people curious.

    When he looked back, his face suddenly turned green.  I looked up at the sky with tears in my eyes. Is it because the world is too small, or because this little girl is still haunting me, and I can meet her wherever I go.  He jumped off the high stool and wanted to leave, but suddenly thought of what he was like now, patted his head again and muttered.

    "It would be weird if she could recognize me like this." After saying that, he sat on the chair again and took a leisurely sip of wine.

    A faint fragrance drifted into his nose, and a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing hot pants and pigtails, was sitting next to him.

    The middle-aged man looked over and said naturally and kindly: "Are you the boss here?"

    The girl tilted her head and looked at the middle-aged man, blinked her bright, spiritual eyes and said, "Your makeup skills are terrible." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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