After Luo Feng left, I also washed up. It was still early to leave the company to work, and I didn’t have the appetite to eat breakfast. I didn’t know what I should do for a moment and was at a loss.

I sat on the sofa and looked at Lu Yating's wedding dress in a daze.

I was very anxious. Judging from the current situation, borrowing the 80 million yuan was basically a fool, and there seemed to be no possibility.

But without these 80 million, I would not have the possibility of fighting for Lu Yating!

what to do?

Could it be that my love is destined to be like Luo Feng, and I can only regret it for life?

The reality is so cold that I have no room for resistance.

For Lu Yating, I can't fight for her at all. The situation she faces is a completely unstoppable situation.

The obstacle between us, unlike other couples, is because of distance, because of the house... but because of a reason she is completely irresistible.

Although I knew she loved me, I had no reason to ask her to give up her father and follow me.

She had no choice.

So, I can only fight for everything.

I stood up, put on my clothes, went downstairs to have some breakfast, and then went to the bank.

I spent a day traveling to countless banks, big and small, looking for a possibility of a loan.

But what disappointed me was that I had contacted countless banks throughout the whole day but got nothing.

Ma Ning is right. Now that the market economy is so sluggish, banks are extremely cautious and careful about loans. After weighing my economic strength, the company and the collateral I can provide, the bank with the highest bid can only pay five million, and this still needs to be applied in advance. When will it be approved and whether it can be approved is unknown.

In the evening, I dragged my tired body and found a bar to drink.

I plan to get myself drunk and go back to bed. I know that if I don’t get drunk, I will definitely not fall asleep tonight.

I didn't go to the bar where Liu Ziwen often went, and I was afraid of meeting Luo Feng again.

I found a bar downstairs in my house. After getting drunk, I could go to bed directly.

The bar is not large in size and has singers who perform, but its level is limited and the songs they sing are relatively vulgar. They are all the fast food pop music of the moment and have nothing to appreciate.

Moreover, the ages of the guests who come here to drink are also uneven. Many of them are middle-aged people, probably residents of nearby communities.

I sat there alone and drank silently. The young male singer on the stage was singing a traveling song. I didn't know the name of the song. After listening carefully to the lyrics, I felt really confused. What to take you to romantic Turkey, Paris and Tokyo.

Regardless of the melody, just talking about the lyrics is really nonsense. I even doubt that the lyricist has ever been to Turkey and really understands that place. Is there any romance?

As he was singing, a drunk middle-aged man suddenly stood up and made trouble, pointed at the singer and started scolding, "What's the trick you're singing?"

When I heard this, it was rare that there were still people with taste here, so the uncle couldn't stand it anymore.

The singing came to an abrupt end, and the thin singer stood there at a loss.

"I ask what you are singing about? Sometimes, Tokyo, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, from Miami, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, so why not just call me here for the place name?" the uncle cursed drunk.

I couldn't help but laugh while sitting there.

The uncle's friends kept pulling him, otherwise I was worried that he might really go up and beat the singer up.

At this time, the owner of the bar came out and advised him, "Brother, what are you doing? You just want to change songs if you don't like to listen to him. Why bother to be so arrogant?"

"Is this a song change?" The uncle even more angry.

"Then you said you have any requirements, just ask, why bother to be angry?" The boss smiled in compromise.

"I've been to your bar for some time. I've got all this membership card. I just sing every day, I just sing every day, and there are such broken songs every day. Can't you have any other programs?" the uncle complained.

"You said, if you have any suggestions, just give us a message. We will definitely accept them humbly and improve them." The boss smiled.

"Of course there is. Last time I went to the bar next door, my show was quite good, so exciting. If I had applied for a card at your house, I would have wanted to go to someone else to apply for a card." The uncle said.

"No," the boss smiled, "what are they so good about it, you said."

"What's that called?" The uncle thought for a moment, "What's the Uyghur tribe?"

The boss looked confused, "Uyghur? Xinjiang dance?"

"No, what Xinjiang dance is, it's a show! That's the kind, so many bare-ass girls come out and walk around, calling," the uncle recalled, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh, yes! Call the secret of the Uyghur!"

I was watching the fun, and a sip of wine almost spit out.

The boss said carefully, "You are talking about Victoria's Secret?"

The other people watching the fun in the bar couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"No matter what secret, it must be a little secret, right?" The uncle made a fuss. "You have always known to find this broken singer to sing this broken song, and they are all sings by men. Is there a meaning of a hairy one?"

The boss was amused and laughed, "Brother, look at my place, just a small bar, just so big, where can I set up a stage to do those? You will settle for it, and I will definitely consider adding some other programs to you, but this Victoria's Secret is really a bit embarrassing to me."

The uncle was so fussy that he refused to give in. "Then you won't be a stripper, pole dance or something?"

The boss really had no choice but to be anxious, "Brother, it really doesn't work. Can I take it off for you?"

The whole room was laughing, the uncle stopped making a fuss and the singing started again.

I laughed for a while, sat there, and drank for a while.

When I was drunk, I left the bar and planned to go back to bed.

After leaving the bar, the wind was blowing coldly. Although the Spring Festival had passed, the streets were still very cold at this point.

I was about to go back when I suddenly saw an old man who was cooking fires squatting on the corner of the street. He was lit by a fire under the trees on both sides of the road, which looked a bit dangerous.

I was about to go over and advise him not to make fire here, but after walking over, I found that the old man was wearing something like a Taoist robe, with a small flag next to him with a word hexagram written on it.

It turned out to be a fortune teller, and it was quite pitiful to think about it. It was so cold and it was so late. I was so hot that I was afraid there was no place to go here to keep warm.

I gave up the idea of ​​dissuading him and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, he shouted at me, "Young man, everything is not going well recently, why don't you let me calculate a fortune for you?"

I was stunned, "Can you see that everything is not going well for me?"

He laughed, "Not only are everything going well, but he also commits a villain's life. You are very sad in this disaster..."
Chapter completed!