Strongest Guard

Duan Chuhuang turned around and looked at the girl with a face full of surprise.    

The girl nodded her head vigorously and sat down. She took a deep breath and pressed the ten fingers of her hands down. When that person over forty heard this, they would have a strange feeling that the sour melody was flowing out of their nose like water.    

Duan Chuhuang regained his composure after the sound of the zither rang out. He picked up two cups of wine and handed one cup to Lee Nanfang.    

He didn't serve the wine to Holan Fusu because Young Master Fusu wasn't as good as Lee Nanfang and knew him better.    

Dingdang softly rang out as the wine cup lightly touched it. Duan Chuhuang raised his head and sulked, as he played his fingers on the cup, following the song of the zither as he softly sang, "Sending fellow comrade on your journey." Silent tears, camel's bells ringing in his ears … Comrade ah comrades-in-arms, my dear brother, beware of the north cold in the middle of the night. "    

The more they sang, the higher the singing became.    

Lee Nanfang was also singing, but his voice was really not that good. He didn't want to follow Duan Chuhuang's example and act like a wolf howling, scaring all the distinguished guests present. He could only hum softly and cooperate with them.    

In such a modern, luxurious, and official occasion, everyone was dressed in suits that revealed their shoulders. Even if they did not want to play the foreign foreigner's masterpiece, they still should not play this kind of military song, right?    

This kind of hot-blooded, sonorous and even tragic military song seemed really unsuitable for the current situation.    

Other than military songs, there were also many local works in China, such as High Mountains and Running Water , Liang Zhu , Ten-Thousand Horses Rushing , and other similar works. Was that not good?    

Especially since Duan Ren's voice was unbearable, even more than the howl of a Ash Wolf against the moon, it caused one's heart to palpitate.    

Luckily he didn't take the microphone.    

If they were to really take it, it would definitely attract the attention of the wolves in the forest deep in the mountains.    

Even those who couldn't stand Mad Man Duan's singing didn't dare to stand up and say stop at this moment.    

Besides the fact that no one dared to offend him, the main reason was that everyone could see that he was wholeheartedly singing. As he closed his eyes and sounded sad and sad, there were even tears that rolled down his cheeks.    

Slowly, all the people who could not stand his singing were brought into that era by his desolate and tragic singing.    

That era!    

Fires flew and smoke filled the air. Countless young soldiers, dressed in ragged clothes and armed with steel spears, leapt out of the trenches like ferocious tigers, shouting and charging high into the ground with the blaring horn of a charge, holding up a banner full of bullet holes and incomplete flags.    

The enemy's tongues of flame sputtered out, and more and more artillery shells fell, and more and more warriors fell.    

Smoke filled the air!    

Hot blood flew everywhere!    

The young life, like a meteor that briefly flitted across the dark blue sky of winter night -- Meteor Shower, bloomed with a resplendent radiance, falling.    

They had never seen a hall with luxurious Seven Stars Club, so much that they never dreamed that there would be such a luxurious place in the world.    

They did not have a fortune to spend money on, much less to understand the classics abroad.    

The only thing they had was a heart full of hot blood!    

When foreign enemies invaded, for the sake of parents, wives, and children, all of the people behind could safely enjoy the prosperity of China without any hesitation. With the loud and clear bugle charge, charge, charge!    

In front of these young, short-lived lives, everything here had been overshadowed by Duan Chuhuang's singing.    

Time seemed to flow in reverse. People saw so many, so many young soldiers falling and falling …    

The sound of the zither lingered in the air, and the singing grew hoarse as it echoed back to those young figures of several decades ago, standing still.    

It was riddled with bullet holes, and the incomplete military flag was still fluttering in the wind.    

So red.    

The light of red.    

"I'm sorry for the ridicule."    

Wiping away the tears on his face, Duan Chuhuang raised a glass of wine. After filling it, he cupped his hands and apologized to everyone.    

Many people slightly bent down to show that they did not have any intention of blaming Duan Chuhuang.    

A "Camel Bell", a song that sounded like a broken gong, dispersed the familiar and enjoyable ecstasy of the people. However, it stimulated them to the point where their blood boiled like stagnant water, and their heroic spirit blossomed.    

And then they realized that there were not just pleasures in life, there were many more important things that needed to be kept in mind.    

Just as many people were still unable to extricate themselves from the illusion, a voice suddenly rang out. "Have you brought the money? "Lend me some money."    

Who is this?    

Talking about money in this kind of atmosphere was simply unreasonable and vulgar.    

The big guy was very angry. He looked towards the source of the voice and saw Lee Nanfang stretched out his hand towards Duan Chuhuang like a beggar.    

Duan Chuhuang was a bit confused and asked with a wink, "Cash? I didn't. What do you want money for? "    

How could someone of Young Master Duan's status possibly bring cash?    

Even if it was him, other than the waiters who brought the plates, there were very few people who brought money.    

In such an occasion, if there was cash in the bag, it would emit a vulgar copper stench, which would affect one's image.    

But now, a certain pretentious criminal mentioned money.    

It was better to borrow money from others. Looking at his calm expression, it was as if he was thirsty and shouldn't be embarrassed at all.    

How could there be such a shameless person in this world?    

Lee Nanfang's following actions made everyone understand one thing. They had seen shameless people, but they had never seen such a shameless person …    

After hearing that Duan Chuhuang didn't have any cash, he sighed, took out a bunch of money from his sports coat and put it on the high platform: "Little sister, you played too well." I'm not as generous as Young Master Duan. I can casually give you an ice pack as a tip. I can only give you some cash, don't be stingy with your money. "    

Oh, so the reason he borrowed from Young Master Duan was to reward my sister.    

The big guy had just figured out what was going on when he said to Duan Chuhuang: "Originally, this money should have been lent to me by you, I'll use it as a tip for you. But you didn't have any cash, so I had to take out my only property. So the money is for you. When the party is over, you remember to give it back to me. "There's a total of thirty-seven hundred pieces. If you can round them all, you can give me four thousand."    

Boss Lee didn't lie about the amount of money he had.    

This amount of money was indeed around 3,700 yuan, which was what Chiang Morann had left for him before she went to the party in the afternoon, asking him to buy some things while strolling around the streets.    

In total, he was left with four thousand yuan.    

He had spent more than two hundred yuan on sports clothes, and now he was using all of them as tips for his little sister, the zither player.    

However, it was clearly Duan Chuhuang who owed him four thousand yuan.    

He even confidently said that after the party ended, he would return the money to him.    

Duan Chuhuang blinked rapidly. It seemed like he was analyzing how he owed Lee Nanfang four thousand yuan.    

Lee Nanfang was a bit impatient, he waved his hand and said: "Forget it. Although the four thousand was all I had, it was nothing to me. "If you're not going to return it then so be it, don't find excuses."    

"Holy shit." Isn't it just four thousand dollars? "No matter how poor I am, I won't be so poor that I won't even be able to produce four thousand yuan."    

Duan Chuhuang stared at him, then turned around and ordered, "Hey, go to the front desk and get me four, no, five thousand. Lee Nanfang said it was rounding up, right? Damn it, Duan Ling Tian has always been a straightforward person. Why is it that he doesn't pay his debt to others? "    

That person immediately ran out to get some cash from the reception desk.    

"Lee Nanfang, I feel more and more that you're interested in me. "Come, drink, we must drink. We won't leave unless we're drunk!"    

Duan Chuhuang shouted. He picked up a glass of red wine and was about to hand it to Lee Nanfang, but then put it down again, "No white wine? It would be better if it was a two-pot dish. Red wine was everywhere. It was really boring for a woman to drink champagne. Waiter, get the wine. "There's no second time. The Flying Moutai is just passable."    

The waiter who was stared at by Duan Chuhuang personally saw how arrogant Duan Chuhuang was. He didn't dare to slack off and immediately flew away.    

Not to mention Young Master Duan, even if he said that he would drink sulfuric acid, the waiter would still do his best to satisfy him.    

Behind the bar in the main hall, there was some white wine flying in the air.    

"How about each of us drink a bottle?"    

Duan Chuhuang ignored what others thought of him. He took the wine from the plate and handed it to Lee Nanfang and Holan Fusu.    

Don't look at Holan Fusu's handsome face, he still knows how to drink.    

Of course, if he consumed a whole bottle of Moutai, he would probably faint from alcohol.    

But what was this?    

Now, let alone drinking white wine, he could even drink sulfuric acid — as long as Lee Nanfang and the others dared to drink it.    

It was just a bottle of Maotai, so it wasn't difficult for Lee Nanfang.    

"It's truly a pity to have wine and not have a beautiful woman to accompany me."    

After bumping into the two of them and gulping down two mouthfuls of wine, Duan Chuhuang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked around at so many girls and lamented the lack of a beauty.    

This person was blind.    

The women, including Lee Muchen, who was now a passer-by, thought this in their hearts.    

"Fuck, why did I forget about the host?"    

Duan Chuhuang slapped his thigh and finally remembered where he was. He shouted to a waiter: "Quick, inform you, Director Hua, that I, Duan Ling Tian, has arrived." Tell her to come out and have a good drink together. "    

We, Director Hua, have been ill recently and cannot entertain you.    

The supervisor wanted to say this, but she didn't dare. She just nodded and hurried off to find the floor manager.    

Under the instructions of Young Master Duan, the manager of the floor wearing a tuxedo came over and accompanied him with a smile, explaining that we, Director Hua, are too sick to drink with Young Master Duan, please forgive us.    

As long as it wasn't someone as powerful as Jinghong Ming, Hua Yeshen would never show her face and accompany anyone for a drink.    

Especially the younger generation.    

There were two exceptions.    

These two people were Duan Chuhuang and Holan Fusu.    

In the past, Lili had always appeared when Jack was around. Now that the two young masters, Southern King and North Fu Su, were here, especially since Duan Chuhuang had specifically called for her, and she hadn't come out yet, it only meant that she was really not well.    

After listening to the female manager's words, Lee Nanfang saw Holan Fusu's eyebrows slightly twitch, then he returned to normal.    

However, Duan Chuhuang was surprised: "Sister Shen is really sick? It's okay, right? "    

Actually, he didn't even need to ask to know that Hua Yeshen was very, very sick.    

If it was okay, she would come out and let everyone see what the real sickly beauty was like.    

How could the female manager know about Hua Yeshen's condition?    

However, since Duan Chuhuang had asked, she could only nod in a perfunctory manner.    

"Sigh. It was a great pity that he could not see Sister Shen this time. "Please help me to tell Director Hua that I am here to congratulate her on her recovery."    

Duan Chuhuang sighed and suddenly asked Lee Nanfang, "Lee Nanfang, are you and Director Hua good friends?"    

Lee Nanfang was surprised and asked back with a smile: "How did you know?"