I'm really not a scumbag

Chapter 165 Finding a Quiet Place [2/2]

Luo Zhanglang was ready for Lin Fang to not borrow. He didn't expect success, so he just tried it.

Lin Fang's act of borrowing money without asking, made Luo Zhanglang, a seven-foot man, moved like a lady.

"Thank you? You met me the first day?"

Lin Fang returned Luo Zhanglang's sentence and asked, "Can I just borrow money?"

"It works, I can handle the rest!"

Luo Zhanglang replied affirmatively: "Don't worry, brother, it's not a big deal. What about it... Let's talk back, I will solve the matter first, and I will find you after we get it done."

"Go, your side matters."

After talking with Luo Zhanglang, Lin Fang sent another message to He Naibin: "Nai Bin, are you free? Come out if you have time, let's talk, and it's best to contact Jianfeng."

"I have time, how free I am here, don't you know?"

He Naibin returned almost in seconds, and he said, "Jianfeng is still in his hometown. I'm afraid it is about to start school when I come back. Let's meet before we talk. It's really impossible to start a video and bring Jianfeng over to talk."

"Alright, is there a quieter place, let's touch it?"

"That's too much, tut... It's a pity that we both, if Xiaoqiang and Jianfeng are both here, let's go to the teahouse directly, chat and chat, I don't know how quiet it is!"

Brother, do you call the mahjong teahouse quiet?

I'm afraid it's not your misunderstanding of quiet!

Although Jincheng people love to drink Maofeng, love to play mahjong, and per capita mahjong masters, you can't say that. Can others misunderstand it?

Lin Fang was silent for a moment before he said, "I'm talking about a really quiet place!"

"Haha... a really quiet place? You said it earlier!"

He Naibin concealed the past without embarrassment, and said: "How about going to the cinema, just find a bad movie, and the two of them will book the show."

"Go! You are not a woman!"

"Yeah, I almost forgot that we are the same gender... No, Brother Fang, why am I not a woman?"

"How do I know this, if you are not convinced, go to Thailand."

"..."

He Naibin found himself being circumvented by Lin Fangzhi. He decided not to worry about this problem or joking anymore. He returned to the topic and said, "I know a red bar is good. I will send you the address and I will reserve a place. How about we meet directly inside?"

"Okay, give me the address."

Ding Dong!

Lin Fang glanced at WeChat. He Naibin had already pushed the address over. It was a red bar named "Sixth Year of Apocalypse", next to Jinjiang, not far from the Big Four in Sichuan.

This location is very close to the Yanjiuqiao Bar Street, so it should be quite a lively place.

But since He Naibin said it was quiet, Lin Fang, of course, chose to trust his brother, and didn't ask much, so he drove directly to find out the location marked on the map.

In the "Sixth Year of Apocalypse", Lin Fang reported He Naibin's name when he entered the door, and the bartender directly led Lin Fang to a semi-private room separated by a wine rack.

The style of the entire red bar tends to be old-fashioned and old-fashioned. From the moment you enter the door, it seems to have spanned a hundred years to come to the special age of drunken gold fans, but precarious.

The old bricks on the walls and the tables and chairs in a corner are all carved with traces of time.

In such a place, people will subconsciously speak in a low voice, as if a little louder, to break the time stopped here and awaken an old dream.

Lin Fang didn't rush to sit down, taking advantage of He Naibin's time before he arrived, he looked at the wine racks around him.

Regrettably, apart from knowing that all the wine displayed on this wine rack is real wine, he took a bottle and shook it, and he could see the liquor flowing in the bottle. He couldn't see anything else. He even had wine. I don't know the words on the bottle.

Lin Fang once suspected that he had returned all the English he had studied for ten years to the teacher. After searching his cell phone, he found out that this is an Italian label.

Italia also produces red wine?Aren’t there only footballs and leather shoes in this broken place?

It looks like a boot on the map, rich in football players and leather shoes, and it's not disappointing.

Silently put the red wine back, Lin Fang thought it would be better for him to sit down.

Being ignorant and ignorant makes it easy to be ashamed.

After Lin Fang sat down for a while, He Naibin arrived.

Seeing Lin Fanggan sitting with nothing in front of him, he froze for a moment and said, "Brother Fang, why didn't you order red wine?"

"First, I don't know red wine, I am afraid of embarrassment. Second, I am allergic to alcohol and cannot drink it.

"Look at my memory..."

He Naibin patted his forehead, and said a little embarrassed: "Brother Fang, I just wanted to find a quiet and suitable place, but I forgot about it, my fault, my fault. Then let's go and change the place. ."

"What to change, this place is pretty good."

Lin Fang smiled and refused: "I can't drink, can't I chat yet? Sit down."

"Ok……"

He Naibin scratched his head and said with a dry smile: "Don't be offended by Brother Fang, you wait for me first, I'll order a bottle of wine."

When Lin Fang nodded, He Naibin called the bartender, checked the menu, flipped through it a few times, and ordered a bottle of red wine.

The bartender soon brought a bottle of red wine, opened the wine in front of He Naibin, poured a little, and let him try the wine.

He Naibin shook the glass, smelled it, and tasted it again. After a while, he nodded and said, "Just this bottle."

"Okay sir, you have a vision."

The bartender looked at He Naibin admiringly, put down the red wine and left.

When the bartender walked away, Lin Fang asked, "Nai Bin, do you still know red wine?"

"I know what a fart, pretend!"

"Aren't you..."

"I don't understand!"

He Naibin said with a dry smile: "Brother Fang, my brother, can I lie to you? Of the ten people who drink red wine, nine and a half don't understand, even the label, and the menu. They all depend on the price. Expensive, you can't go wrong."

Lin Fang: "..."

If I remember correctly, your behavior is called "fat sheep" by ordinary people!

"I think you were quite professional in tasting just now."

"Ah...I just tasted it to see if the wine has gone bad."

Has God TM's wine broken!

Can someone sell the broken wine?

Lin Fang looked at He Naibin speechlessly, and said, "Can red wine go bad?"

"can!"

He Naibin seriously said: "Except for white wine, other wines can be bad! I don't know why there is a wine tasting session. Wouldn't they give it to us after they try it? It always feels weird, like going to For steak, the chef insists on showing me the cow..."

Okay, Brother Bin, you are really a talent!

Lin Fang decided not to discuss the topic of red wine with He Naibin anyway. Anyway, he is allergic to alcohol, alcohol, wealth and anger, and the four evils of life. He is naturally immune to one of the evils, and he is not addicted. He can't experience the fun of it, so let’s talk about other comparisons it is good.

For example, talk about Luo Zhanglang.

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