Chapter 43

Song Zan knocked off the ash from his cigarette and retracted his gaze. "Is this also one of your goals today?"

"No, this is an unexpected gain." Fan Ge smiled.

"What story did he tell before?" Song Zan asked.

"The Mystery of the Missing Girl, the one that's very popular recently."

"I haven't paid attention to it."

"It's just something popular in the youth circle nowadays. The top won't pay attention to it."

"Now the 'eight no touches' are under the jurisdiction of the Seventh Bureau. They think that literature and art are productive forces. In the future, they will tighten more, which is a good thing for you." Song Zan said.

Fan Ge smiled, "Look, I work hard in the teahouse, and my hard work is not in vain."

Song Zan glanced at him indifferently and knocked on his empty cup.

"This is my first time here too. I have a child who likes this kind of pastime. He said that the storytellers here are very good and recommended me to come and listen." Fan Ge filled Song Zan's cup.

At this time, the young man on the stage had already started the performance. He first played a light interlude music, and then began to tell a story. His voice was clear and rich in texture, and his tone was neither hurried nor slow. He had a sense of substitution and persuasiveness. He had a very charming voice.

Fange and Song Zan sat far away from the stage, but his voice could be clearly heard by both of them.

"The Youth Independent Corps is a registered civil organization," Song Zan paused and looked at Fange, "so it is declining."

Fange nodded, "I understand this."

"G does not allow anything to get out of control, but you are an exception. You are a scarce resource in this country. G will not do anything to you easily, but it will not let down its guard against you. Old friend, be careful, be careful."

"Understand, our today is what they have exchanged for their lives. I will not be hasty, and I dare not," Fange smiled bitterly, "otherwise they will be angry with me, I have caused so much trouble."

"You are the smartest person I have ever met, because you can listen to anyone's words, smart but not conceited, destined to be superior, don't let me down."

"Fate is unpredictable, how can people fight it? The choice of surrendering to fate may be the best."

The young man stood on the stage and told stories devotedly. He operated the music synthesizer smoothly in his hands, using both hands and mouth. It can be seen that this young man has an excellent brain. As a member of the "Youth Independent Corps", his position will not be too low.

"I'm leaving." Song Zan looked at the time, got up and put on her coat. Her coat was all black with a fiery red fur on it. Judging from the luster, it should be synthetic animal fleece. Her clothes were not luxurious enough compared to her status.

"Go slowly, if next time..."

"Don't call me 'Mr. Song' next time." Song Zan interrupted Fan Ge.

"That's great, Director Song." Fan Ge was delighted.

"If he was half as smart as you..." Song Zan snorted, "If you were an O, or at least a B, I would have married you home a long time ago."

"Hahaha, damn it, you'd better leave." Fan Ge laughed so hard because of Song Zan's words, and he didn't mean to be offended at all. He rarely gets angry. As Song Zan said, he listens to anyone.

How terrible it is to be smart and listen to both sides. As long as he wants, he will definitely become the master of this society.

After seeing off Song Zan, Fan Ge made another pot of new tea. After listening to the young man's performance, he waved his hand and asked the young man to come over. The young man hesitated for a moment, but still came over, not forgetting to bring his own music synthesizer.

Fan Ge asked the young man to sit down, but the young man shook his head and said, "Sir, the rules say you can't sit during working hours."

"Isn't it time to get off work after the performance?" Fan Ge asked.

The young man thought for a while, took off his service uniform, and said, "It's time to get off work now."

Fan Ge smiled, took a new cup from the side, and poured a cup of tea for the young man. His behavior and words were very friendly, and he didn't treat him like a stranger at all, "Come, moisten your throat."

"Thank you, what's your name?" The young man took the cup with both hands and asked.

"My last name is 'Fei', which means 'Fei'." Fan Ge seemed to have made up a last name casually.

"Mr. Fei, are you interested in me?" The young man asked bluntly.

Fan Ge nodded at his collar badge, "I'm interested in it."

The young man subconsciously touched the black five-pointed star collar badge, his eyes became a little dazed, "This is my lover's relic, she only left me this."

Fan Ge shuddered slightly, "Sorry, I mentioned your sad story."

"We broke up for more than a year." The young man said.

Fan Ge coughed dryly, "Ahem, young man, then this is not called a 'relic'."

"Not long after the breakup, she was killed by her current boyfriend." The young man said.

"... You really deserve to be a 'storyteller'."

The young man took out another black five-pointed star collar badge from his shirt pocket, "This is mine."

"So you and your... ex-girlfriend are both members of the Youth Independent Corps?" Fan Ge couldn't help but be careful with his words and asked.

"Yes, I joined when I was in college," the young man looked a little puzzled, "This is nothing special."

"Nothing, I once joined, so I miss it very much." Fan Ge smiled.

"Really?" The young man was delighted. "Then how did you quit the group? Every year, you have to pay public activity fees, which is annoying. You also have to go to class. If you don't attend enough, your record won't be updated. I've wanted to quit for a long time."

Fange thought for a while, "Have you always paid the activity fees on time?"

"Of course."

"You will naturally quit after not paying for a long time." Fange made up a lie without changing his face.

"Mr. Fei," the young man's voice sank a little, "Why do you have to tease me?"

"Little bastard, you have been teasing me from the beginning."

The young man opened his mouth and was speechless for a while. It can be seen that his long set of things was also made up.

"What's your name?" Fange asked.

"Sir, my name is Yingzhao." The young man replied politely.

"The name sounds like it."

"Sir, is your surname really the 'Fei' in 'Fei'?" the young man asked.

"No, I don't have a surname." Fange said. The young man nodded and stood up, "I'm looking forward to meeting you next time."

"If you need my help with anything, you can go to the shop without a sign on the second district bar street and find a boss named Chen." Fan Ge said.

The young man bowed deeply to him, "Thank you, I will be cautious."

Boss Chen didn't know that he had been assigned a new job as a receptionist by his boss. At this moment, he had just stepped into the bar that reopened today. The manager greeted him enthusiastically. I don't know if it was because he had experienced a sense of professional crisis during the days of unemployment, or because he was annoyed because he had missed a few opportunities to enrich himself.

Chen Li ignored the manager who was noisy in his ear and walked straight to the booth where he often sat. There was a silver-haired man who had drunk a large bottle of rice wine and was leaning on the sofa playing an old-fashioned game console.

"Are you refusing to pay again?" Chen Li crossed his arms and looked down at the cigarette gun.

The cigarette gun took out a small card with a protruding magnetic strip from his pocket and threw it to Chen Li. This was their salary card, and Chen Li recognized it.

"What do you mean?" Chen Li held it in one hand. It was a brand new card. It was obvious that Yan Qiang rarely used it. There was no sign of wear and tear on the corners.

"Here you go." Yan Qiang raised his head from the game console.

"What do you mean?" Chen Li frowned again and asked.

"I hate paying bills. You pay the bills in the future." Yan Qiang smiled.

Chen Li threw the card back to Yan Qiang with a cold face, "Don't have any bad ideas. Keep it yourself."

"You made a bet with me yesterday. You lost the bet. This is my request." Yan Qiang stood up, walked to Chen Li, and stuffed the card into Chen Li's trouser pocket. "Don't think about getting rid of me. I'll be with you forever."

Chen Li was so angry that he laughed at Yan Qiang's rogue look. "Okay, don't regret it if you don't leave in the future."

"It's okay. Mobile payment covers the central city." Yan Qiang said an advertising slogan.

"You are not sincere, Lao Yan."

"You have to leave some money for cigarettes."

Chen Li pushed Yan Qiang, "Come in and sit down. I'll go count. A new batch of goods just arrived today. I'll take a bottle of wine by the way."

"You are really addicted to being a bar owner."

"How can you support such a fat son of mine if you don't make money?" Chen Li pinched Yan Qiang's face casually. This white and tender skin is right to say that he is a fat son.

Yan Qiang was so angry that he slapped Chen Li's hand away and turned around to sit back on the sofa.

Chen Li went to the warehouse to quickly count the goods. He counted them all and then turned into the bar. The absinthe he left there was still there. The blue liquor reflected the light of the bar. He leaned over to pick up the bottle of wine and then went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of cocoa liqueur.

The bar is bustling with many drinkers. The most popular drink recently is oat beer - cheap, the cheapest in the entire central city. The smell of synthetic flavors is a headache, but because it is cheap, it has a good market.

Chen Li's bar has no name, and unlike other bars on Bar Street, it does not have all kinds of strange gimmicks, which will eventually become consumption thresholds. So his bar is always crowded with all kinds of people. It is also one of RC's eyes, observing all kinds of people in society.

This bottle of cocoa wine is a lady's wine. The bottle is engraved with red lips and high heels. When Chen Li placed it in front of the pipe, he deliberately turned the side with the picture to the pipe.

"Tsk, it's strong enough." The pipe didn't feel disgusted. He stretched out his hand to unscrew it and poured a glass.

"Stay away from me. The sweetness gives me a headache." Chen Li poured himself a glass of absinthe. The room temperature made the bottle of wine more bitter and spicy. Chen Li raised his head and drank a small glass.

The tip of his tongue was immediately numbed by the irritating liquid. The wine rolled through his mouth and esophagus like a fireball, and finally fell into his stomach, setting the whole place on fire. Chen Li exhaled, raised his head and leaned back on the sofa.

"Chen Li." The smoker suddenly called him softly and pointed forward.