Chapter Eight This Is My Fucking Brother

"Brother Le, let's go to a bar together?"

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

"You go, I 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.

Alcohol damaged his throat, the night on the roof was the last time he drank, and he would never drink again in his life.

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

I don't know what happened to that girl, she shouldn't think about suicide anymore, right?

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

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

It's a pity that I couldn't see her face clearly that night, and I probably won't recognize her when I meet again now.

Maybe the girl soon forgot about him?

The memory of that night should be regarded as the wine brewed in the heart. When you lose your strength, take it out and take a sip, and then move on.

Beep, there was a horn sound behind him, Fang Xiaole looked back, the windows of an imported MPV were rolled down, revealing a blessed and elegant round face.

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

Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole, Hong Sanshi and his manager were sitting in a slightly shabby small restaurant.

"Come here, Changqiao Sannen!"

The chunky boss personally brought three dishes and placed them on the table.

"Come on, Xiaofang, this special Sannen tastes very good, hot waist flower, hot pork liver, hot belly strips, crispy and tender, melt in the mouth, with Lao Liu's homemade sorghum wine, a mouthful of dishes Take a sip of wine, wow...hey, you really don't drink?"

Hong Sanshi saw that he was a foodie, so he led Fang Xiaole to this fly restaurant, which was still full at such a late hour. Fortunately, Hong Sanshi and the boss were acquaintances, and arranged a simple private room for them.

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

Fang Xiaole declined, and under Hong Sanshi's urging, he picked up a piece of loin with chopsticks, and it was really tender and smooth. The boss added fresh chili when cooking, and the fresh and spicy taste completely mobilized the taste buds.

Fang Xiaole couldn't keep his mouth open, and gave thumbs up again and again. Hong Sanshi laughed and said to the boss:

"Old Liu, I have brought you another loyal customer. This Xiao Fang is my godbrother. Next time he comes, you will get a discount!"

"Brother Shi's godbrother? Then what's the point, next time you come, you'll be free!" Old Liu waved his hands boldly, his face wrinkled.

"Just blow it up, I don't know you yet? It's free next time, and you'll be charged double next time, 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 down in one gulp.

"Brother Hong, I've had three glasses." The manager next to him was serious, and he was at the opposite end of Hong Sanshi's personality. After he put down his glass, he said calmly.

"Yeah, up to three glasses a week, it's gone now." Hong Sanshi curled his lips, put down his wine glass, and licked the remaining drops of wine at the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll go out first, Brother Hong, you take it easy." Lao Liu was also quite afraid of Hong Sanshi's manager, so he ran away when he saw this.

When Lao Liu went out, Hong Sanshi put away his hippie smile, picked up 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 given up my weight of more than a hundred pounds. I don't know how to thank you.

You are young, I have the cheek to call you brother, brother, I have no other abilities,

It’s just that I’m fairly familiar with the entertainment industry, if you have any ideas about this, feel free to ask me, I can help you 10 points, and I will definitely help you 12 points! "

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

Moreover, Fang Xiaole's appearance is really suitable for developing into the entertainment industry, of course, the premise is that he must have resources and connections.

Hong Sanshi can provide this.

He was really grateful to Fang Xiaole, the grace of saving his life was not just words, Hong Sanshi thought of many ways to thank him.

Sending money directly is not appropriate.

If you give too little, it seems that your life is worthless, but if you give too much... His wife is in charge of all his money!

And according to Hong Sanshi's observation, he felt that Fang Xiaole would probably not accept the direct money.

So the best way to repay is to help him with your own connections.

Sometimes this resource is more precious than money.

Sending money is only for a while, but the relationship is for a lifetime.

At the same time, Hong Sanshi really felt that he and Fang Xiaole were quite close, the old naughty boy liked this kind of serious and serious young man.

"Mr. Hong, thank you." Fang Xiaole quickly picked up the 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 marry Jinlan, when Fu Dabai comes, let's drink!"

Hong Sanshi took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the wine bottle next to him to pour himself a glass, cough cough, the manager coughed twice expressionlessly.

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

Having been exposed, Hong Sanshi laughed dryly, put down his wine glass, picked up a cup of tea and drank it, and greeted Fang Xiaole:

"Come, eat vegetables, eat vegetables!"

Fang Xiaole held back her laughter, made a cup of tea with Brother Hong, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

But he never asked for anything.

Although Hong Sanshi didn't have the airs of a big star at all 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 didn't have the idea that this is a star, and if I save him, I will get some benefits.

Saving people is just an instinctive reaction.

If Hong Sanshi is required to spend his contacts and resources to help him based on this, then it will change a bit.

In fact, like now, everyone sits together as friends, eating and chatting, which is the best state of getting along.

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

He had a better impression of Fang Xiaole, and kept thinking about what method he should use to repay the favor and make everyone feel comfortable.

But on the surface, he remained calm and kept adding food to Fang Xiaole.

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

Meanwhile, Taoliu Street, Music Box Bar.

The bar where Fang Xiaole once sang.

The three of Lin Yao were sitting in a booth in the corner, Mo Yan and Fang Fang were on the left and the other on the right, guarding Lin Yao in the middle with their faces full of vigilance.

Lin Yao wore a hat and a mask, which covered most of her face, only showing her eyes.

Even this couldn't completely conceal her charm. Within a few minutes of the three of them sitting down, there were several strike-up calls.

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

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

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

If it is recognized, it will cause 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 two days? Are you hiding something from me?"

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

"No, I, I don't know what happened to Sister Yao." Fang Fang was startled, shaking her head like a rattle.

She didn't dare to say that she helped Sister Yao to find a "tall, handsome, gentle and talented" man in the bar street behind Mo Yan's 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's an ad. Follow her carefully and don't leave even one step."

Mo Yan stared at Fangfang for a long time, and finally stopped asking, and gave orders for the next work.

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

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

She heard some rumors recently that the company wanted to take advantage of Sister Yao's high popularity to release an album as soon as possible to make money, but Sister Yao felt that some songs in the album were not of good quality and wanted to continue polishing, which resulted in a disagreement with the company's upper management.

A person with such a good temper like Sister Yao will not say a word when being bullied, and will not argue with others when being slandered, and will only secretly feel sad.

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

"Don't inquire about what you shouldn't, and do your job well." Mo Yan glanced at her.

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

"Why hasn't Lin Yao come back yet?" Mo Yan stood up, wanting to find Lin Yao in the bathroom.

"Er, Sister Yan, sit down, I'll go." Fang Fang hurriedly stood up and signaled her to go.

Mo Yan nodded, Fangfang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretended to go to the bathroom, and after getting 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.

Lin Yao made an excuse to go to the bathroom, but actually came to the bar quietly, first ordered a glass of orange juice, and when the female bartender brought it over, she took the opportunity to ask:

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

"Okay, guest, you can tell."

"Is there a resident singer in your bar? The man is tall and handsome. He can also write songs. His voice is a little hoarse but nice. He seems to have just left the bar recently. Do you have any impression?"

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

"Oh...Okay, thank you." Lin Yao left the bar disappointedly, looked around, it seemed that she still didn't give up, and wanted to find someone to ask again.

Fang Fang hurried forward to hold her back: "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 for my friend's help. What are you afraid of?" Lin Yao stood up and raised her chest: "Then let's go quickly."

The two walked towards the booth where Mo Yan was. Lin Yao lowered her head, her expression could not be seen clearly due to the cover of sunglasses and a mask, but Fang Fang 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 categorically: "It's not about me, it's about my friend. I helped my friend find someone."

"Yes, I said wrong sister Yao."

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

"Brother Xiao Le, just now another nympho woman came to the bar to look for you, and she escorted you away, how should you thank her?"