After the end of the concert, Quan Zhilong has been tired and paralyzed, but the feeling of excitement is still continuing, the organizers are also warmly invited. He didn't want to experience the emptiness alone, and the people he wanted to see were not around, so the feeling of being swallowed up by emptiness was really bad, so Quan Zhilong agreed to the invitation of the organizer. Arriving at the bar, Cheng Kele met the man he had only seen on TV and the news for the first time. Cheng Cola was introduced to them by the organizer of the concert. He is also a person with status. Even if he is a businessman now, these people have to give him three thin noodles. The first time I saw Quan Zhilong, Cheng Kele began to look at each other up and down. After looking at him for a long time, I didn't feel that there was anything in him that could attract Zhang San's snake spirit disease. Quan Zhilong was not stupid either. He could feel the opposite card exploring the man who held out his hand and holding each other's hands. He didn't take Cheng Kele to heart. After all, such eyes, he saw too much, men see his eyes, often like that, with envy and jealousy. The whole bar is booked, full of people called by the organizers, full of models, and some third-tier artists who don't know where to find them. They came much earlier than the people of the explosion group,ceramic sandblasting nozzles, who were arranged in the best private room on the second floor where they usually stayed. When Zhang San came to work, what he saw was such a scene, a group of demons dancing. Although the bar is usually a chaotic place, under the strict control of Zhang San, the quality of the guests is good, and they all know the rules here. Their bar is also because the environment is guaranteed, so it can become a dark horse in so many bars in Shanghai. But the people who were called by the host today were all people who were used to the night show,Ceramic Bobbin, and the way they played was also according to the way they played in that field, smoking and drinking, playing games crazily, and the chaos was unsightly, and some people started the most primitive communication directly in the corner. Zhang San silently called over the security captain, let him strengthen today's patrol, let all the rest of the security come to work overtime. Zhang San is the best at doing this at the expense of others. With a big wave of his hand, all the people who come to work overtime are paid three times the salary, and they are also given time off. Even if they get people out of bed in the middle of the night, the employees basically have no complaints and come obediently. Quan Zhilong is already very familiar with such an occasion, and occasionally he will feel that such a lively and crazy scene is actually good, at least it will not make him feel too lonely. But sometimes looking at the carnival crowd, a little inexplicably sad, always feel like an outsider, cordierite c520 ,ceramic bobbin heater, so often crazy with them. Cheng Kele smiled and greeted them on the wine table, but his eyes never left Quan Zhilong for a moment. The agent of Quan Zhilong thought that he was a crooked man, and intentionally or unintentionally blocked his body between them, blocking the target of becoming a coke. The assistant manager came up to find him and told him that Zhang San had arrived downstairs. Cheng Kele did not rush downstairs to find Zhang San, just followed them there to greet, he has not thoroughly studied the rival, how to leave like this. After arranging all the work, Zhang San turned around and went into the kitchen. Besides the manager, she also worked part-time as a chef in the bar. She basically did all the night snacks here. Bartenders and waiters were already exhausted by the more chaotic situation than usual, and Zhang San's appearance was like a savior to them. Zhang San is like a backbone. As soon as she appears, their stomachs are not only guaranteed, but also their hearts are much more stable. After three rounds of drinking, Cheng Kele was already slightly drunk. He was a playboy who had not experienced this battle. None of his friends dared to drink him. But the people here had long been bored by his careless scrutiny, and when a person started, a group of people immediately followed him, for no other reason than to get him drunk. Cheng Cola was drunk there, but Quan Zhilong got away early, walked out of the private room, came to the edge of the second floor, lying on the railing watching the demons dancing downstairs, looking particularly well-behaved. Looking at the people below, Quan Zhilong suddenly felt very lonely, but the person who could warm his heart.. Wait ... Who is the man sitting at the bar? ？ Quan Zhilong thought he was wrong and rubbed his eyes hard. Look carefully again, that figure is still very low and familiar. Quan Zhilong thought he was drunk, so he went into the private room and quietly shouted out the victory, and the two of them looked down together. Sheng greasy also surprised, how can this person appear here? He doesn't quite understand. However, with the testimony of the victory, Quan Zhilong can at least conclude that it is not his drunken illusion. Suddenly, Quan Zhilong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the front-facing camera, and did not take selfies, but began to check whether his makeup and hairstyle were OK or not. It's not enough to check it by yourself, but also ask the younger brother, does he look all right now? After getting the affirmation again and again, Quan Zhilong put down his cell phone with peace of mind, tidied up his clothes, and then went downstairs step by step. At this time, Zhang San was sitting on the bar downstairs with a plate and eating his midnight snack quietly. I have to say that their benefits here are really good, and I have never seen any bar staff eat pasta. Zhang San was eating a midnight snack, his shoulder was pressed by a big hand, and he turned his head. It was a strange girl. It looked like she should be a model. Are you the cook in this shop? "Just make us something to eat." The girl pointed to Zhang San's plate and motioned. Zhang San looked at the pasta on his plate, then shook his head with a smile and politely refused the other party's request. " Sorry,10g Ozone Generator, this is a staff meal in our store. We don't serve it to our guests. If you are hungry, there is a restaurant on the left when you go out. If you like western food, there is a western restaurant opposite the restaurant. 。 global-ceramics.com