I’m Not a Scumbag

Luo Zhanglang was already prepared for Lin Fang to not borrow it. He didn't think about success, so he just tried it.

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

"Thank you for what? Did you meet me on the first day?"

Lin put a sentence back to Luo Zhanglang and asked, "Is it okay to just borrow money?"

"Yes, I can handle the rest!"

Luo Zhanglang replied affirmatively: "Don't worry, Brother Fang, it's not a big deal. Then what... let's talk later, I'll settle the matter first, and then I'll find you after that."

"Go, it's important on your side."

After chatting with Luo Zhanglang, Lin Fang sent another message to He Naibin: "Nai Bin, are you free? Come out when you are free, let's talk, it's best to contact Jianfeng as well."

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

He Naibin replied almost in seconds. He said, "Jianfeng is still in his hometown. When I come back, I'm afraid it will be the start of school. Let's meet first. It's really impossible to make a video and bring Jianfeng over to chat."

"Alright, is there a quiet place for us to touch?"

"That's too much, tsk... It's a pity that it's just the two of us. If Xiaoqiang and Jianfeng are both here, we'll just find a teahouse and chat while fighting. I don't know how quiet it is!"

Brother, do you call the teahouse where you play mahjong quiet?

I'm afraid it's not because of your misunderstanding of quietness!

Although Jincheng people love to drink Mao Feng, love to play mahjong, and the average mahjong master, you can't say that, others will misunderstand it, okay?

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 covered up the past without embarrassment, and said, "How about going to the cinema, just find a bad movie, and the two of you will book the show."

"Go away! You're not a woman!"

"Yes, I almost forgot that we have 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 surrounded by Lin Fang, he decided not to worry about this issue, and stopped joking, returned to the topic, and said: "I know a wine bar is good, I will send you the address, I will reserve a place, How about we meet directly inside?"

"Okay, give me the address."

Ding dong!

Lin Fang glanced at WeChat, and He Naibin had already pushed the address. It was a red bar called "Apocalypse Six Years", next to Jinjiang and not far from Sichuan Four.

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

But since He Naibin said it was quiet here, Lin Fang chose to trust his brother, so he didn't ask any further questions, and drove directly to the location marked on the map.

In the "Six Years 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 red wine rack.

The style of the entire wine bar tends to be old-fashioned and old-fashioned. From the moment you enter the door, it seems to have crossed a hundred years, and you have come to that special era when you are intoxicated with money, but precarious.

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

In such a place, people would subconsciously speak in a low voice, as if a little louder would break the time they stopped here and wake up an old dream.

Lin Fang was not in a hurry to sit down, and while He Naibin had not arrived yet, he looked at the wine racks around him.

Unfortunately, apart from knowing that the wine racks are all real wine, he took a bottle and shook it, and he could see the wine flowing in the bottle, but he couldn't see anything else. I don't know the words on the bottle.

Lin Fang once suspected that he had given back all the English he had studied for ten years to his teacher. He took out his mobile phone and searched for it, only to find out that it was an Italian label.

Does Yidaili still produce red wine? Isn't this broken place only football and leather shoes?

On the map, it looks like a boot, rich in football players and leather shoes, and it can be regarded as living up to it.

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

Lonely and ignorant, it is easy to be embarrassed.

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, and I'm afraid of shame. Second, I'm allergic to alcohol and can't drink it."

"Look at my memory..."

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

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

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

"All right……"

He Naibin scratched his head and said with a dry smile: "Don't take offense, brother, wait for me first, I'll order a bottle of wine."

After Lin Fang nodded, He Naibin called the bartender, looked at the menu, flipped through it a few times, and asked for a bottle of red wine.

The bartender came over with a bottle of red wine shortly after, opened the wine in front of He Naibin, poured a little, and let him taste the wine.

He Naibin shook the glass, smelled it, tasted it again, nodded after a while~www.readwn.com~ and said, "Just this bottle."

"Okay sir, you really have vision."

The bartender glanced at He Naibin with admiration, 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 shit, pretend!"

"Aren't you..."

"I really don't understand!"

He Naibin smiled dryly and said, "Brother Fang, my own brother, how can I lie to you? Nine and a half of the ten people who drink red wine don't understand the label. They don't even understand the menu. They all depend on the price. Expensive, certainly not wrong."

Lin Fang: "..."

If I remember correctly, your behavior, we ordinary people call it "fat sheep"!

"I see that you were quite professional in the wine tasting just now."

"Ah... I just tasted it to see if the wine was spoiled."

Has God's wine gone bad?

Can others sell the spoiled wine?

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

"can!"

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

Okay, Brother Bin, you are really talented!

Lin Fang decided not to discuss the topic of red wine with He Naibin. Anyway, he was allergic to alcohol, wine, wealth, and life. He was naturally immune to one of them, and he would not be addicted. Okay.

For example, let’s talk about Luo Zhanglang.

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Note ①: Thanks for the reward of "SCP data deletion".