I really don't want to be reborn.

1912 Bar Street is a very special place. Next door is the Presidential Palace, and the surrounding buildings are also characterized by the culture of the Republic of China.

Walking on the street, thinking of how many big figures have walked this road, a sense of nostalgia naturally arises.

After these modern bars settled in, every night, dozens of bars of all sizes light up, coupled with the unique Qinhuai style of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the charming atmosphere is like gilded gold filling the street.

In particular, there are various "romantic encounters" legends. White-collar workers in Jianye prefer to come here to relieve stress, and there are some rich and romantic college students.

Chen Hansheng is even more familiar with this street. Before he was reborn, he saved more than 100,000 Chivas in bars such as Maso, babyfae, mix, and Xiaoluan, but he didn't drink it all. It's a pity to think about it.

1912 Bar Street is not far from Jianye University of Technology. Chen Hansheng drove Wang Zibo first.

Wang Zibo was dressed up today, with a gray plaid suit on the upper body and matching casual pants on the lower body. The leather shoes on his feet were shiny, and there was also gel water on his head.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and a cigarette in his mouth but deliberately not lit. Standing at the school gate, he still attracted some attention.

"Where are you going, boss?"

Chen Hansheng slowly stopped the car.

Wang Zibo thought it was a taxi, and waved his hand impatiently: "No, no... Hey, why are you here just now? We are almost late."

He complained while sitting in the passenger seat and carefully placed the flowers in the back seat.

Chen Hansheng threw the lighter over: "Light up the cigarette first, the cigarette butt is soaked."

"No."

Wang Zibo returned the lighter: "I have been studying the posture of Chow Yun-fat in God of Gamblers these two days. I found that it is the most handsome to hold the cigarette in your mouth but not light it."

"Then you can hold a stick in your mouth, that will be more pretentious."

Chen Hansheng cursed and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

Wang Zibo looked at Chen Hansheng and found that he was wearing a very ordinary hooded sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers on the lower body. He said with some dissatisfaction: "You go to someone's birthday party, can't you take it seriously?"

Chen Hansheng replied slowly: "This outfit is bought for me by Xiaoyuer. Do you think it's embarrassing?"

Wang Zibo stopped talking for a while. If he dared to say it was embarrassing, Chen Hansheng would immediately drive him out of the car.

"Where's the gift?"

Wang Zibo changed his direction to find fault. He was also very angry. The party was supposed to start at 8 o'clock, but Chen Hansheng didn't pick him up until 7:40.

Chen Hansheng rolled down the window and took a leisurely puff of cigarette: "What gift?"

"Don't you give gifts when you go to someone's birthday party?"

"I'll give you a chicken."

After a while, Wang Zibo finally reacted: "Xiao Chen, it's not appropriate for you to say that. Huang Hui may be your sister-in-law in the future."

"You should chase her first and then talk."

Chen Hansheng stopped talking and drove to 1912 with concentration.

It was already late at this time, and it took some time to park. It was not until 8:30 that Wang Zibo arrived at the door of the bar. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and even forgot to take the flowers in the back seat.

But what surprised him was that Huang Hui was actually waiting at the door of the bar, looking around from time to time, with a bit of anxiety on her face, holding a pager in her hand, and seemed to be hesitant to call.

Until Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo appeared in sight, Huang Hui hurriedly raised her hand to greet them and trotted over to greet them.

Wang Zibo was really touched and guilty when he saw this.

He was late for the party, but he didn't expect Huang Hui to wait at the door.

"Sister Xiaohui."

Wang Zibo's voice was distorted with emotion: "I'm so sorry today, the road is too congested, and I have troubled you to wait for so long. In fact, you can start first and don't have to wait for me."

"Huh?"

Huang Hui was stunned for a moment, but she immediately reacted and said with a smile: "It's okay, since it's a party, it must be started only when everyone is here."

"Chen..."

Huang Hui greeted Chen Hansheng again, but she didn't know how to address him for a while.

Mr. Chen, classmate Chen, Chen Hansheng? It seems that none of them are appropriate.

"Call me Hansheng."

Chen Hansheng said indifferently.

"Okay, Hansheng, thank you for coming to my birthday party."

Seeing Chen Hansheng so approachable, Huang Hui felt that the company's task was likely to be completed.

"It's okay, Sister Xiaohui."

Wang Zibo didn't understand the twists and turns at all, and advised carelessly: "Don't be so polite, Xiaochen just followed me to have fun."

Huang Hui smiled and said nothing, leading into the bar in front.

Wang Zibo patted Chen Hansheng on the shoulder from behind: "I didn't say it was because of you that I was late today, you must be on time for this kind of party next time."

"Thank you, President Wang, for cleaning my ass."

Chen Hansheng didn't point it out, and Wang Zibo still thought Huang Hui was waiting for him.

Wang Zibo was a little frustrated again: "I forgot to bring the flowers just now."

"It's okay, I'll give them to you after we finish."

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As soon as he opened the door curtain of the bar, a 16-degree air-conditioned cold wind came towards him, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the eardrums also received a "rumbling" vibration.

The colorful spotlights were shaking and dizzy. There was a stage in the middle of the hall, and two young girls in bikinis were dancing to the rhythm of the DJ.

Wang Zibo was actually quite nervous. It was his first time to come to such a lively bar, but he saw Chen Hansheng still tiptoeing to look at the layout of the bar.

"Xiao Chen is always more open than me in such occasions."

Wang Zibo thought silently in his heart, and he quickly took out the cigarette and held it in his mouth to show off.

After arriving at the booth, Huang Hui introduced: "Everyone, I would like to introduce two handsome college students to you. One is Chen Hansheng from the School of Finance, and the other is Wang Zibo from the School of Science and Engineering."

"Xiaohui, you made us wait so long just for two college students?"

Someone in the booth said dissatisfiedly.

However, a girl immediately retorted: "Does Brother Gouzi look down on us college students?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that there is also Li Zi from the School of Art. Brother Gouzi will drink a few more glasses of wine to make amends."

The man who just spoke replied.

With the decorative lights on the booth, Chen Hansheng looked at the three men and four women in the seats.

The "Brother Gouzi" had a crew cut, but the center of his hair was dyed yellow. At first glance, it looked like he was wearing a pile of shit.

Chen Hansheng thought to himself that it was 2003, what kind of fucking aesthetics.

The girl named Li Zi only scored 7 points in terms of appearance. Luo Xuan or Shang Yanyan could overpower her.

But she had a really good figure. Her long legs under her shorts shone white in the bar. She wore a sports vest on her upper body. People passing by couldn't help but take a look.

"Sit, sit, sit."

Huang Hui quickly asked Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo to sit down. She was also a good person. She deliberately arranged Chen Hansheng between Li Zi and another girl.

The booth was a bit crowded. Chen Hansheng felt that his nose was full of perfume. Both sides were close to the girl's thighs.

But Wang Zibo didn't get such a good treatment. He was arranged on the side. His left hand was air and his right hand was a man.

"The college student made us wait for so long. Introduce yourself as a fairy and what are your specialties."

Gou Zi said provocatively.

Chen Hansheng ignored him. He asked his father to introduce him. Who do you think you are?

He was concentrating on finding the lighter. Maybe when Wang Zibo returned the lighter in the car just now, he didn't know where he lost it.

Li Zi next to him handed over a lighter: "Are you looking for this?"

Chen Hansheng nodded: "Thank you."

But Wang Zibo was much more honest. He actually introduced himself. The key is that he had no experience, and he stammered: "My name is Wang Zibo, I'm 20 years old, from Gangcheng, and I'm currently studying at Jianye University of Technology. I don't have any special skills..."

"Okay, okay."

Wang Zibo was interrupted by Brother Gouzi halfway through his speech. He also saw that Wang Zibo was an honest child, and laughed and said: "Are you in the wrong place? You talk like a baby who hasn't been weaned. We only have wine here."

Wang Zibo's face turned red, and he laughed awkwardly.

"What about you?"

Brother Gouzi looked at Chen Hansheng again.

Huang Hui hurriedly tried to smooth things over. She didn't dare to let Chen Hansheng suffer any grievances: "What's there to introduce? We are all friends."

But Chen Hansheng couldn't stand it. Wang Zibo was his brother.

I can scold and ridicule, but who the hell are you?

Chen Hansheng took a puff of cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at Brother Gouzi. With a force of his tongue, the smoke in his mouth sprayed like a white arrow towards Brother Gouzi's face.

Brother Gouzi was very unhappy with this behavior. He slapped the table and said, "Where the hell are you spraying?"

Chen Hansheng smiled and said, "It's just a joke, Brother Gouzi. My name is Chen Hansheng, and I'm the vice president of the Student Union of the Department of Humanities of the School of Finance."

"Wow."

Li Zi next to him said in surprise at the right time.

"My nickname is Dad. Anyway, some classmates like to call me that."

Chen Hansheng "friendly" extended his hand to Brother Gouzi: "Let's get to know each other. Dad's specialty is his specialty."