Chapter 8

"Brother Le, let's go to the bar?"

Outside Yihu Park, the staff who had just packed up the set and props of the program could finally go home by hand. Several fierce male temporary workers made an appointment to drink.

"You go. I quit drinking and will continue to work tomorrow. Don't drink too much."

Fang Xiaole declined the enthusiastic Zhang Fazhan and others, and walked along the park road to the nearest bus stop.

His voice was damaged by alcohol. That night on the roof was his last drink. He would never drink again in his life.

Thinking of the night on the roof, Fang Xiaole couldn't help smiling.

I don't know what happened to that girl. Should I stop thinking about suicide?

Her voice is so good that as long as she keeps singing, she will certainly become famous.

In a sense, she saved her that night, and she continued to carry her unfinished dream. If she really became famous one day, it would be a comfort to herself.

It's a pity that I couldn't see her that night. I don't think I can recognize her again.

Maybe the girl will forget him soon?

The memory of that night is like a wine bar in your heart. When you lose your strength, take it out and have a drink, and then move on.

Didi, the horn sounded behind him. Fang Xiaole looked back. The window of an imported MPV rolled down, revealing a blessed elegant round face.

"Little brother, haven't you eaten yet? Together?"

Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole, Hong Sanshi and his agent sat in a slightly humble restaurant.

"Here comes the food. The long bridge is three tender!"

The pudgy boss came up with three dishes and put them on the table.

"Come on, Xiao Fang, this special three delicacies tastes very good. Hot waist flowers, hot pig liver and hot belly strips are crisp, smooth and tender. They melt in the mouth. Together with Lao Liu's own sorghum wine, one mouthful of food and one mouthful of wine. Wow... You really don't drink?"

Hong Sanshi looked like a foodie and took Fang Xiaole to the fly restaurant. It was still full so late. Fortunately, Hong Sanshi and his boss were acquaintances and arranged a simple private room for them.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong. I really quit drinking."

Fang Xiaole declined. At the urging of Hong Sanshi, he took chopsticks and clamped a waist piece. As expected, it was very tender and smooth. The boss added fresh pepper when cooking. The fresh and spicy taste completely mobilized the taste buds.

Fang Xiaole couldn't empty his mouth. He raised his thumb again and again. Hong Sanshi smiled and said to his boss:

"Lao Liu, I've brought you another loyal customer. This Xiaofang is my brother. You'll have a discount next time he comes!"

"Brother Shi's brother? What else do you say? You'll be free next time! " With a forthright wave of his hand, Lao Liu smiled and wrinkled his face.

"Just blow, I don't know you yet? The next time you come, you'll charge double money, won't you? Come on, do it! "

"Brother Shi, just hurt me and do it!"

The boss took the glass handed by Hong Sanshi, touched it with him, and they drank it all at once.

"Brother Hong, three cups." The agent next to him is not smiling, and Hong Sanshi's character is two extremes. When he put down his glass, he said calmly.

"Well, up to three cups a week. It's gone." Hong Sanshi tilted his mouth, put down his glass, and licked the remaining wine drops at the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll go out first. Brother Hong, take your time." Lao Liu was also afraid of Hong Sanshi's agent and ran away.

When Lao Liu went out, Hong Sanshi put away his playful smile, picked up a cup of tea and solemnly said to Fang Xiaole:

"Xiao Fang, I wasn't kidding just now. If it weren't for you today, I would have explained more than 100 kilograms. I don't know how to thank you,

You are young. I have the cheek to call you brother, brother. I have no other ability, but I am familiar in the entertainment industry. If you have ideas in this regard, just ask me. I can help you very much, and I will certainly help you 12 points! "

On the way here, Hong Sanshi has learned about Fang Xiaole and knows that he has been a bar singer.

Moreover, Fang Xiaole's appearance conditions are really suitable for the development of the entertainment industry. Of course, the premise is to have resources and contacts.

Hong Sanshi can provide this.

He was really grateful to Fang Xiaole. He didn't just talk about saving his life. Hong Sanshi thought of many ways to thank him.

It's not appropriate to send money directly.

If he gives less, his life is worthless. If he gives more... His money is managed by his wife!

Moreover, according to Hong Sanshi's observation, he felt that Fang Xiaole might not accept the money directly.

So the best way to repay him is to help him with his contacts.

Sometimes this resource is more precious than money.

Giving money is only for a while, but relationships are for a lifetime.

At the same time, Hong Sanshi also really feels that he has a good affinity with Fang Xiaole. The old urchin likes this serious and serious young man.

"Thank you, Miss Hong." Fang Xiaole quickly picked up the teacup and touched Hong Sanshi.

"What's your name?" Hong Sanshi pretended to frown unhappily.

"... brother Hong."

Have a tall drink as a forfeit. Today is the good day for our two brothers to become a good neighbor.

Hong Sanshi picked up the wine bottle next to him and wanted to pour himself a cup. Cough, the agent coughed twice expressionless.

"Hey, hey, let's replace wine with tea and do it!"

Hong Sanshi, who was exposed, laughed twice, put down his wine glass, picked up a cup of dried tea and greeted Fang Xiaole:

"Come on, eat, eat!"

Fang Xiaole held back his smile, cooperated with brother Hong to dry a cup of tea, picked up chopsticks and sandwiched vegetables.

But he never asked for anything.

Although Hong Sanshi doesn't have the airs of a big star and sincerely wants to repay him, Fang Xiaole always feels a little awkward.

When he jumped into the lake to save people in the afternoon, Fang Xiaole had no idea that he was a star. I could get any benefits if I saved him.

Saving people is just an instinctive reaction.

If Hong Sanshi is asked to use his contacts and resources to help him, it will be a little stale.

In fact, like now, we sit together as friends to eat and chat, which is the best way to get along.

Hong Sanshi is also an old Jianghu man. He saw Fang Xiaole's idea at a glance and thought that there are such old-fashioned young people now?

He had a better impression of Xiaole, and kept thinking about how to repay the favor and make everyone uncomfortable.

However, on the surface, he kept on serving food to Fang Xiaole.

In the small private room of the humble fly restaurant, laughter and conversation continued to sound, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

Meanwhile, taoliu street, music box bar.

The bar where Fang Xiaole used to sing.

Lin Yao sat in the corner of the card seat. Mo Yan and Fangfang guarded Lin Yao in the middle with a wary face.

Lin Yao wore a hat and mask, covering most of her face and revealing only her eyes.

This can't completely hide her charm. The three sat down for a few minutes and several conversations came before and after.

"Put it on." Mo Yan takes out a pair of sunglasses and hands them to Lin Yao. These peach blossom eyes are too attractive. It's better to cover them.

"Wearing sunglasses in the bar?" It's strange that Lin Yao doesn't want to.

"Then go back now?" Mo Yan thought he was really out of his mind before he agreed to let Lin Yao come to the bar to "relax".

If you're recognized, you'll get into trouble again.

"Oh." Lin Yao curled her mouth, reluctantly put on sunglasses, and then got up: "I'll go to the bathroom."

"Fangfang, what's the matter with Lin Yao these two days? Are you hiding something from me? "

When Lin Yao left, Mo Yan suddenly asked Fangfang seriously.

"No, no, I don't know what happened to sister Yao." Fangfang was startled and shook her head like a rattle.

She can't say that she came to the bar street with Mo Yan to help sister Yao find a man who was "tall, handsome, gentle and talented".

"I'm going back to the company in two days. Lin Yao finished recording the super challenge and an advertisement here in Xirong city. You can follow her and can't leave at all."

Mo Yan stared at Fangfang for a long time. Finally, he stopped asking questions and ordered the next work.

"OK." Fangfang breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly remembered something. She couldn't help asking:

"Sister Yan, I heard that sister Yao's new album seems to be going yellow. Is it true?"

She recently heard some rumors that the company wanted to make money as soon as possible while sister Yao was popular. However, sister Yao suspected that several songs in the album were of poor quality and wanted to continue polishing. As a result, there was a disagreement with the top of the company.

A person with such a good temper as sister Yao will not say a word when bullied or slandered. He will only secretly feel sad.

It's hard to imagine that such a sister Yao would quarrel with the top management of the company. It seems that she really attaches great importance to the new album.

"Don't ask about what you shouldn't ask. Do your own work." Mo Yan glanced at her.

"Sorry..." Fangfang lowered her head and dared not speak again.

"Why hasn't Lin Yao come back?" Mo Yan stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to find Lin Yao.

"Er, sister Yan, sit down and I'll go." Fangfang quickly stood up and motioned her to go.

Mo Yan nodded. Fangfang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to walk towards the bathroom. After walking out of Mo Yan's sight, she turned a corner and walked to the bar.

Sure enough, I saw Lin Yao standing in front of the bar talking to a female bartender.

Under the pretext of going to the bathroom, Lin Yao actually quietly came to the bar and ordered a glass of orange juice. When the female bartender brought it, she took the opportunity to ask:

"Please, I want to inquire about someone, can I?"

"Yes, guest."

"Is there a resident singer in your bar, male, tall and handsome, who can write songs. His voice is a little hoarse but very good. It seems that he has just left the bar recently. Do you have an impression?"

The bartender thought carefully and shook her head, "No."

"Oh... OK, thank you." Lin Yao left the bar disappointed and looked around. It seemed that she didn't give up and wanted to ask someone again.

Fangfang hurried forward and grabbed her: "sister Yao, it's time to go. Sister Yan seems to be aware of it."

"What do you perceive? I'm just looking for someone to help my friends. What are you afraid of? " Lin Yaoli was straight and strong, with a chest: "let's go quickly."

They walked towards the card seat where Mo Yan was. Lin Yao hung her head and couldn't see her expression clearly under the cover of sunglasses and masks, but Fangfang felt Lin Yao's loss at the moment, and she couldn't help comforting:

"Sister Yao, it's okay. As long as you have fate with that person, you'll always find it."

"Hmm..." Lin Yao nodded and then denied: "it's not fate with me, it's fate with my friends. I help my friends find someone."

"Yes, I was wrong, sister Yao."

At the bar, the bartender looked at Lin Yao's back and sneered. She picked up her mobile phone and sent a wechat.

"Brother Xiaole, just now another woman who is crazy about flowers came to the bar to find you. They helped you go. How can you thank them?"