Over here, Xiao Hui successfully hooked up with that woman, while on the other side, the people at the bar had already replaced the marble table that Song Yun had broken with a new one, and then the owner of the bar personally came to see Song Yun.

Of course, the owner was mainly there for Wang Qiang.

Because of the connections with that person’s grandson, Wang Qiang was now making a bigger and bigger name for himself in Yanjing.

The owner came over, apologizing repeatedly, saying things like handling was not timely, how they affected everyone’s fun, and that tonight’s expenses were on him.

Song Yun, however, said with a sinister smile, "Why didn’t you come when my friend was being hit just now?"

The owner glanced at Song Yun, thinking to himself that he was doing this to save face for Wang Qiang, not for Song Yun, so Song Yun better not push his luck. But one sentence from Wang Qiang scared the owner.

"This is Mr. Song Yun, Song, Song Yun." Wang Qiang said with a smile, emphasizing the Song in Song Yun.

Since the owner could afford to run a bar of this caliber, his information was naturally not limited.

The owner had even memorized the names of all the well-known figures in Beijing.

Naturally, the name Song Yun was also lodged in the owner’s mind.

And undoubtedly, it was at the top of that list of names in his mind.

"Song Yun!"

The owner was decisively shocked. Seeing the owner’s expression, Song Yun’s rather vulgar sense of vanity was deeply satisfied.

"I didn’t know it was Mr. Song visiting, I am truly, truly mortified!"

The owner decisively changed his demeanor, full of respect and humility towards Song Yun, and said, "Mr. Song, if you were to come, you should’ve called ahead so I could reserve the best private room for you!"

"Do I have to ask for your permission if I want to visit?" Song Yun was getting better at putting on airs. It already annoyed him that the owner didn’t appear when his friend was hit, so now naturally he wouldn’t show a pleasant face.

"No, that’s not it; I just mean that someone of your stature being in a place like this might affect your mood. We have the top VIP rooms upstairs with dedicated dancers to perform for you." The owner continuously tried to please Song Yun, but Song Yun was somewhat unyielding at this point.

After the owner had a bunch of good alcohol sent over, Song Yun decisively asked him to leave. He wanted to have drinks with Wang Qiang and his own brothers, and the owner lingering around affected his mood.

Seeing Song Yun’s impatient expression, the owner wisely walked away.

Song Yun and Wang Qiang opened the drinks and started drinking on their own.

Soon after, a bald middle-aged man appeared at Song Yun’s booth.

"Xu, come, come!"

Wang Qiang stood up, warmly greeting him.

"Sorry, sorry, I’m late, got caught in traffic!"

This middle-aged man, named Xu, kept apologizing, then he walked over to Wang Qiang, looked at Song Yun, and said, "Hello, Mr. Song!"

"Hello!"

Song Yun nodded, but didn’t stand up like Wang Qiang.

"Xu, it’s been a while, you’ve gained some weight!" Wang Qiang said with a smile after he pulled Xu to sit down.

"Sigh, drinking with the leaders every day, how can I not gain weight?" Xu said, glancing at Song Yun, "Mr. Song, this is the first time I’ve seen you; I’ve always heard legends about you. Today, I finally see you in person. Haha, I can brag to others that I have had a drink with Mr. Song Yun. Haha!"

Song Yun glanced at this Xu, noting he could talk and immediately claimed he drinks with leaders every day, which revealed his connections. Song Yun understood such conversational tactics and, considering Wang Qiang’s face, didn’t intend to embarrass Xu.

"Come on, Mr. Song, shall we have a drink?" Xu picked up a glass full of whiskey and said to Song Yun.

"Song Yun, Xu is in the foreign land business," Wang Qiang said, "and he’s quite reliable. Xu, just call him Song Yun; we have a very good relationship."

"Just call me Song Yun." Upon hearing Wang Qiang’s introduction, Song Yun’s eyes flickered, and he said, "No need for formalities."

"How could I?" Xu shook his head repeatedly, "Mr. Song, you are currently one of the hottest figures in all of Beijing. I wouldn’t dare be disrespectful to you."

"I said, don’t call me Mr. Song." Song Yun slightly frowned, saying.

"Ah. Then, can I call you Brother Song Yun?" Xu hesitated for a moment before saying.

"Call me whatever." Song Yun shook his head, saying, "Fine, let’s have a drink."

"Alright! Brother Song Yun, please."

As they drank there, on the other side, Xiao Hui was hot and heavy with the beauties.

"See my brother over there? Isn’t he impressive? Even the middle-aged uncles call him brother!" Xiao Hui said, "My brother is a well-known figure in Beijing."

"So awesome!"

The vixen on the bed said, "What about you, Brother Xiao Hui? You must be doing well in Beijing too?"

"Of course, absolutely!" Xiao Hui laughed.

Disregarding the flirting and boasting on that side, over at Song Yun’s side.

Song Yun took just a sip, while Xu had already finished a whole glass of whiskey.

"Song Yun, this is the backstage boss of De Nan," Wang Qiang said at this time, "Wang Qiang is with this friend of mine."

"I’m sorry, Brother Song Yun."

Xu’s face was full of apologetic expressions, "I can’t manage my subordinates well; my men offended you without realizing it. As soon as Wang Qiang told me, I rushed over. You’ve already hit them, and I apologize on this side, hoping you can be the bigger person and not bother with those clueless juniors of mine."

"Alright."

Song Yun nodded, saying, "Whatever you think is appropriate, go ahead. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Wang Qiang’s sake, you definitely wouldn’t have it easy."

"Of course, absolutely!" Xu said, "You are of such a status. Then there’s me; if you wanted to take care of me, it’d be just a word. Ah, Wang Qiang, thank you. You’re such a good friend. Although today I came to drink and apologize to Brother Song Yun, at least I got to know him. Isn’t that right?"

Wang Qiang squinted and said, "Yes, Song Yun is easygoing; from now on, we’re all friends, right, Song Yun?"

"Well, of course..." Seeing Xu finish three glasses of whiskey in a row, Song Yun finally spoke with a smile, "Xu, I heard you’re in the international land business. I have something I’d like to ask you."