Fury Ocean

The private rooms are small, and the layout maintains the simple style of the **** bar, a few pieces of shabby sand, a fairly clean coffee table, snacks and tea and a lot of canned beer; there is a table next to it, and a good network on it Guangnao is playing a program called "Army Plane". Bayi Novel Network W Network WWW Eight. Eight nets one eighteen one W. In short, there are few things with bar characteristics. There is no comfort, no warmth, nobility and elegance, and no touch at all.

Even so, when Niuben came in with doubts, he felt as if he had entered heaven.

"This kind of place ... how can business be so good?"

Previously, all the drinkers stood up and stared at each other. He seemed to go to a completely strange world. The eyes of those people seemed to look at aliens and even regarded themselves as beasts. Niu Ben couldn't understand the atmosphere at all, and he still doesn't understand why there is that. This feeling is like walking out of a cage when leaving, very easy.

"This place is great, you haven't realized it yet."

Avril came in later, closed the door, and complained first: "You are too young to be too hard to deal with, so I can explain everything well."

"He asked for it."

Niu Ben muttered, and found a place to sit down and take a look around. The coffee table had a full set of wine, water, tea, snacks, and fruits. There were already seven or eight cans of beer.

"Just you, drink so much?"

"How much is this too?"

Avril straightened her mouth, swayed over, and sat next to Niu Ben.

"Enjoy whatever you want, I'm a VIP here, free of charge."

"I see." Niuben retreated.

Avril caught him and looked up and down, sniffing straight at her body. "A little girl in the hospital?"

"No, I'm dealing with injuries."

"By the way, I took out the clothes of the young nurse."

This is all wrong, what can Niuben say.

"Adolescents are passionate, no wonder they are anxious with Fatty."

"No."

Niu Ben turned around and wanted to explain. In the eyes, a white flower trembled and dazzled, and quickly turned his head to the side.

"Come here for me!"

Avril Lavigne is not a little nurse. Niu Benyue hides. She wants to grab his collar and pull him back, and her eyes are provocative.

"Sister touched this dress, did she want to chop my hand off?"

"You're drunk. Bayi Chinese W said W-W. 181 Xiao W.com." Niu Ben struggled to get rid of it, "Where is the big one?"

Da Zhuang is that kind-hearted photographer. He usually follows Ai Weier like a shadow, working hard and complaining. He is both a bodyguard and a bull.

"Let him go back first. Why, you want a regular interview?"

"Of course not." Niuben quickly shook his head.

"Sister, I think things are like God, you know you don't want to." Let go of Niuben, Avril opened a can of beer and handed it over: "It's just you and me now, this place is not afraid of having ears next to the wall, how about it?

"I don't drink." Niu Ben thanked him.

"Then you can do it yourself."

"Ok."

Tossing in the evening until now, almost midnight, Niuben was thirsty, hungry and exhausted, and was not polite. He picked up a bottle of water from the coffee table, unscrewed a few sips, and brought a few snacks, ready to fill his stomach.

"Sister Wei, what's going on with this **** bar, I see them all ..."

There was a murmur in his ear, Niuben turned his head strangely, startled.

Drink her own wine and drink it. The appearance of Avril while drinking can only be described with ferocity. Raise her neck and open her mouth, and directly pour it into the throat. If you pour hard, the wine will run down the lips and pass through the neck to invade The groove on the chest.

Looking surprised, forgetting the embarrassment, Niu Ben reached out and grabbed Ai Weier's mouth.

"How to drink like this."

"Uh." Avril snored. Avril wiped her mouth with her hand, and rubbed her chest by the way: "How should I drink?"

Niuben was forced to look away. "It's easy to get drunk and not safe."

"Isn't there you." The slightly drunk Avril was seductive, and her voice and eyes seemed to have a suction: "Our family can beat even the special forces, what is your sister afraid of?"

Niu Ben's expression was stupid, thinking when I became your family, and then he realized that the superb Ai Weier had already inquired about what happened at the door of Sida.

Then, is Cheng Muyun a special force?

"That can't be drunk, too, if I didn't come? Da Zhuang is not there, and this place ..."

The snack was delivered to his mouth, and the cow chewed, his mind was in a state of pause. After eight years of hard training but lacking actual combat, he did not have much confidence in his own strength. Although the victory of this battle was a fluke, it was enough to prove that so much sweat and sweat did not flow in vain.

"Single-handedly against dozens of people from the Wang family, even when facing the most powerful people in the whole city, they did not bow their heads, dare to fight with the VIPs from the 38th Division, and won. Bayi Chinese A big hero who loves things so much, why can't he say nothing? "

Avril was really drunk, leaning halfway on Niuben, her expression relaxed, but also a little stunned. "My sister believes she won't read the wrong person, otherwise, you won't be so anxious to go to the hospital, right?"

After hearing these words, Niu Ben jumped out of his heart and came out of the state of joy.

"That, actually, I went because ..."

"Wang Han didn't kill you. What are you afraid of?"

Niuben was a little speechless. I thought that since I knew everything, I might as well go back to each family.

Thinking about how to speak, I heard Ai Weier say, "Niuniu, have you had any adventures, and what martial arts you have cultivated?"

"Hey, Sister Wei is telling a joke again. How can this happen?"

"Split two hands with one palm, and knocked the surname Chen into a concussion."

"Well, I have more strength."

"It's too big, you're only sixteen."

"It happens when people are angry, but I ..."

"Give me wine."

"... Oh." Niuben couldn't persuade him this time, thinking that you hurried to drink, at most I worked harder than drunkenness, than to worry about these problems.

Avril didn't let him down, grumbled a few sips, and filled her with contentment.

"Niuniu, do you know why it is called a **** bar here?"

"I don't know." Niu Ben couldn't wait for this topic, and asked honestly, "Why?"

"Because this is a place of freedom, you can say anything, anyone can scold, all secrets are not secrets, and people are no longer human."

It seemed normal before I heard it. When the last sentence was said, Niuben couldn't help but smile bitterly, and I was drunk all over the house. You are drunk and don't treat yourself as a person. You are in your youth.

People live forever, pain and twists and turns, injustice and dilemma are inevitable. Anyone who is dissatisfied and unhappy, whether it is to people or things, to the company or to the society, can be casually spoken and scolded here. To put it simply, the original intention of the **** bar is this, to provide a place for people to vent their emotions; because it involves **, at the beginning, people ran a novel to look at, but will not really leak the secrets of their hearts Coupled with poor hardware facilities, the bar business is very poor.

Later, for everyone's scruples, and leaking personal grievances is easy to get angry, the bar consciously chooses public topics for discussion, starting from a distance, looking at the big picture, the subject matter is real and true, and collecting materials and evidence, spreading it In front of everyone.

The effect was unexpectedly good. Due to the lack of anxiety, everyone could really speak freely, and the comments and criticisms of the critics were unsettled. The popularity of the **** bar rose in a very short time. Once started, the following things are easy to do. The bar organizer specializes in researching, searching, and screening topics. In short, it is to find hot topics that everyone may be interested in. The scope is gradually enlarged, the content is gradually enriched, and it is gradually close to everyone. .

By that time, the **** bar had evolved into a realistic version of the miscellaneous forum. Thanks to the ability to discuss face-to-face and the role of alcohol, it felt far more enjoyable than typing on the keyboard.

Want to talk about politics? can.

Like to explore the mysteries? Have.

Love talking about gossip? many.

These are hobbies, as well as grievances and indignation. For example, if you feel that you have been wronged, you can organize your materials to distribute here. As long as you do n’t disturb the order of the bar, you may come across opportunities. , Worrying about people ’s livelihood, calling for the world, etc. Even those who are dissatisfied with society, opposed to all order, full of decadence and despair, can find like-minded partners here.

This is the origin of comrades, and it is also the ultimate purpose, comrades, like-minded.

Until now, **** bars have gradually formed some relatively fixed categories. Among them, the government sector is the most attractive and it is hot every day. Because the government is the place where policies are formulated, there are always some people, or even all of them, related to each policy, and there are always people who are dissatisfied. Where you need to worry about the consequences, just scold and talk casually. In addition, it is aimed at specific officials and strikes at institutions, individuals and organizations that control wealth and power. People like to use this as a topic to vent their anger and generous submissions.

"So, don't look at the bad hardware here. Everyone loves it. They said they were comfortable and scolded."

Avril opened a can of beer and sighed, sighing inexplicably.

"What do you think?"

"Me?" Niu Ben was surprised. "I don't understand these."

"Who asks if you understand." Avril raised her hand and knocked his head backwards. "I asked you how you think about it, and these people."

Niu Ben felt that she was unreasonable and she didn't understand herself. What else could she think?

"Since everyone is happy, it's good."

"What if someone doesn't make it happy?"

"Who will do this?"

"You."

Niu Ben heard the cloud and fog, completely scratching his head.

"Aren't you a spy, haha." Avril laughed, kicked off her shoes, and the whole man got on the sand, comfortably holding a cow as a pillow.

"Why treat me as a spy?"

"Your skills are so good, it seems like you have been trained." Ai Weier turned over, almost lying on Niuben's back, "Well, little spy in woman clothes ..."

The hot air was rolling in his ears, and there was an amazing elasticity behind him. Niu Ben was impatient and flashed, and threw Avril on the sand.

"Sister Wei, you are drunk, or should I take you home to rest, or ask Da Zhuang to come and pick you up?"

"Forget it, don't tease you."

She was lying on her back like this, and Avril closed her eyes, almost going to sleep.

"There are too many people, and the government is worried. From time to time, people will be sent to see if anyone is going to do something, and if so, find an excuse to arrest them. So, the most annoying thing for people here is spies. Now, they will attack in groups. "

Niu Ben thoughtfully, remembering in his mind the picture of the fat man shouting after spying, and the advice of the kind driver.

"Catch people often. How can the bar go on?"

"People who caught them can be taken out, but they have become the capital of ostentation and promotion. However, from the perspective of outsiders, those 'comrades' caught are not normal people. It doesn't matter. Those who are used to it feel I am sober and great, but the people outside are all nerds, idiots, or ignorance, so I do n’t care what they think. ”

Hearing this sentence, Niuben immediately remembered the scene just now. Everyone around him looked with contempt and mercy; however, that kind of mercy has nothing to do with compassion, and it is more like a gift.

Niuben hated this feeling, and could not help but frown. He felt that if the people here would become like this, not only should they be caught up, but even the bar should be closed.

"Can you catch it?"

"Oh, you really think it's just a regular bar ... come back for me."

"..."

"The bar is just the ground floor, there is a background behind it!" Ai Weier pointed at Niuben's face with his hand and said, "Have you heard of it?

"No." Niu Ben shook his head silently, not wanting to listen anymore.

"Where is the Paladin?" Avril asked in a casual voice.

"What ?!" The dim sum from his hand was mashed into mud, and Niuben stood up.

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