Chapter 8 This is my god brother

Chapter 8 This is my god brother

"Brother Le, go to the bar together?"

Outside Yihu Park, the staff who had just packed the show's scenery and props were finally able to go home by hand, and a few macho temporary workers met for a drink.

"Go, I'm quit drinking, and I will continue to work tomorrow, so don't drink too much."

Fang Xiaole declined the enthusiastic Zhang Fafa and others, and walked along Gongyuan Road to the nearest bus stop alone.

His throat was broken by alcohol. That night on the roof was the last time he drank alcohol. He would never drink again in his life.

Thinking of the night on the roof, Fang Xiaole's mouth couldn't help showing a smile.

I don't know how that girl is doing, she shouldn't think about suicide anymore, right?

She has such a good voice, as long as she keeps on singing, she will definitely become famous.

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

It's a pity that I haven't been able to see her clearly that night, and I probably won't recognize her anymore.

Maybe the girl forgot about him soon?

The memories of that night are treated as the wine brewed in your heart. When you lose your energy, take a sip and move on.

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

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

Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole, Hong Sanshi and his agent were sitting in a slightly simple restaurant.

"Come on, Changqiao Sannen!"

The chunky boss brought up three dishes himself and put them on the table.

"Come on, Xiao Fang, this specialty Sannen tastes very good, hot kidneys, hot pork liver, hot belly strips, crisp and tender, melts in your mouth, accompanied by Lao Liu's own sorghum wine, one bite of dish A sip of wine, wow...Eh, you really don't drink?"

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

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

Fang Xiaole declined, and under the urging of Hong Sanshi, he took a piece of waist slice with chopsticks, and it was really tender. The boss added fresh chili when cooking. The fresh and spicy taste completely mobilized the taste buds.

Fang Xiaole couldn't help but thumbs up again and again, Hong Sanshi laughed and said to the boss:

"Old Liu, I brought you another loyal customer. This Xiaofang is my god brother. You will get a discount next time he comes!"

"Brother Shi's god-brother? What else to say, I will be free next time you come!" Old Liu waved his hand boldly, with creases on his face.

"Just blow it up, I don't know about you yet? Next time you come to get a free bill, and the next time you come, you will receive double money, right? Come on, do it!"

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

The boss took the wine glass handed over by Hong Sanshi, touched him, and the two drank it in one fell swoop.

"Brother Hong, three cups." The agent next to him was unsmiling, and his personality was at two extremes. When he put down his glass, he said calmly.

"Yes, there are at most three glasses a week, and this one is gone." Hong Sanshi curled his lips, put down the wine glass, and licked the remaining drops of wine in the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll go out first, Hong Brother, please use it slowly." Old Liu was also very afraid of Hong Sanshi's agent, so he slipped away when he saw this.

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

"Xiao Fang, I wasn't joking just now. If it weren't for you today, I would have accounted for more than a hundred catties, and I don't know how to thank you.

You are young, I cheekily call you brother, brother, I have no other ability, but I am quite familiar with the entertainment circle, if you have ideas in this regard, just ask me, I can help you very much! "

On the way here, Hong Sanshi had already learned about Fang Xiaole's situation and knew that he had been a bar singer.

And Fang Xiaole's appearance conditions are indeed quite 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, and his life-saving grace was not just a talk. Hong Sanshi thought of many ways to thank him.

Sending money directly is not appropriate.

It seems that his life is worthless if it is given less, and if it is given too much... His money is under the control of his wife!

Moreover, based on Hong Sanshi's observations, he felt that Fang Xiaole might not receive the money directly.

So the best way to repay him is to use his personal connections to help him.

Sometimes this resource is more precious than money.

Sending money is only for a while, but personal connections are forever.

At the same time, Hong Sanshi really feels like Fang Xiaole. The old naughty boy likes this kind of serious and serious young man.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong." Fang Xiaole quickly picked up his teacup and touched Hong Sanshi.

"What's your name?" Hong Sanshi frowned pretending to be unhappy.

"...Brother Hong."

"That's right, haha, today is a good day for our two brothers to get together with Jinlan. Let's get a lot of money, let's get wine!"

Hong Sanshi picked up the wine bottle next to him to pour himself a glass, coughing cough, the manager coughed blankly.

"Hey, let's replace wine with tea, dry!"

The demolition Hong Sanshi laughed twice, put down the wine glass, picked up a cup of tea and dried it, and greeted Fang Xiaole:

"Come on, eat food, eat food!"

Fang Xiaole held back his laugh, and cooperated with Brother Hong to make a cup of tea, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the dishes.

But he never asked for anything.

Although Hong Sanshi didn't have the air of a big star and sincerely wanted to repay him, Fang Xiaole always felt a little awkward.

When he jumped into the lake to save people in the afternoon, Fang Xiaole had no idea that this was a star in his mind, and what benefits I would get if I saved him.

Saving people is just an instinctive reaction.

If you use this as a basis to ask Hong Sanshi to expend his contacts and resources to help him, it would be a bit of a change.

In fact, like now, everyone sits together and eats and chats as friends, which is the best way to get along.

Hong Sanshi is also an old world, and he can see Fang Xiaole's thoughts at a glance, thinking that there are still such old-fashioned young people now?

His impression of Xiao Le has improved, and he kept wondering what method he should use to repay his favor and make everyone uncomfortable.

But on the surface, he was still calm and kept adding 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.

At the same time, Tao Liu Street, Music Box Bar.

The bar where Fang Xiaole once sang in.

Lin Yao and the three were sitting in the corner deck, Mo Yan and Fangfang left and right, guarding Lin Yao in the middle with full faces.

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

This couldn't completely conceal her charm. Within a few minutes of sitting down, the three of them had several conversations.

"Put it on." Mo Yan took out a pair of sunglasses and handed it to Lin Yao. These peachy eyes are too attractive, so it's better to cover them.

"Wear sunglasses in the bar?" Lin Yao was reluctant, which was too strange.

"Then go back now?" Mo Yan felt that his head was really flooded before agreeing to let Lin Yao come to the bar to "relax".

If you are recognized, you will get into trouble again.

"Oh." Lin Yao curled her lips, put on her sunglasses reluctantly, and then got up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Fangfang, what happened to Lin Yao these past two days? Are you hiding something from me?"

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

"No, no, I, I don't know what's wrong with Sister Yao." Fangfang was startled, her head shaking like a rattle.

She didn't dare to say that she had helped Sister Yao to find a "tall, handsome, gentle and talented" man on the bar street with Mo Yan on her back.

"I'm going back to the company in two days. Lin Yao has finished recording the Super Challenge here in Xirong City and there is an advertisement. You can follow her well, and you can't leave even one step."

Mo Yan stared at Fangfang for a long time, and finally stopped questioning, and instead ordered the next work.

"Okay." Fangfang breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly remembering something, and couldn't help asking:

"Sister Yan, I heard that Sister Yao's new album seems to be pornographic, is it true?"

She recently heard some rumors that the company wanted to make money from the album as soon as Sister Yao's popularity was high, but Sister Yao felt that some of the songs in the album were of poor quality and wanted to continue to polish it.

As a result, there was a disagreement with the upper management of the company.

A person like Sister Yao who has a good temper, will not say anything if she is bullied, and will not quarrel with others if she is slandered, she will only secretly grieve herself.

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

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, do your job well." Mo Yan glanced at her.

"I'm sorry..." Fangfang lowered her head, not daring to speak any more.

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

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

Mo Yan nodded, Fangfang sighed in relief, pretending to walk towards the bathroom, and after stepping out of Mo Yan's sight, he turned and walked towards the bar.

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

Lin Yao went to the bathroom with an excuse. In fact, she quietly came to the bar and ordered a glass of orange juice. When the female bartender came over, she took the opportunity to ask:

"Excuse me, I want to ask someone, okay?"

"Sure, you say the guest."

"Do you have a resident singer in your bar? The man is tall and handsome. He can also write songs. His voice is a bit hoarse but very nice. It seems that he has just left the bar recently. Do you have any impression?"

The female bartender thought about it seriously, and shook her head: "No."

"Oh...Okay, thank you." Lin Yao left the bar disappointedly, looking around, she didn't seem to give up, and wanted to find someone to ask again.

Fangfang hurriedly stepped forward and held her: "Sister Yao, it's time to go, Sister Yan seems to be aware of it."

"What do you notice? I'm just looking for someone to help my friends. What are you afraid of?" Lin Yao was confident and puffed up: "Then let's go quickly."

The two walked towards the deck where Mo Yan was. Lin Yao hung her head. She couldn't see her expression under the shade of sunglasses and mask, but Fangfang felt Lin Yao's loss at the moment, and she couldn't help but comfort her:

"Sister Yao, it's okay, as long as you have a relationship with that person, you will always find it."

"Hmm..." Lin Yao nodded, and then denied it: "It's not with me, but with my friend. I helped my friend find someone."

"Yes, I made a mistake about Sister Yao."

At the bar, the female bartender looked at Lin Yao's back with a sneer on her face. She picked up the phone and sent a WeChat message.

"Brother Xiaole, a woman who is a nymphomaniac came to the bar to find you just now, and they helped you away. How can you thank them?"