Yan Liang is two or three years older than Han Chui. He was originally from Lianwan City. Four years ago, he came to Guangzhou alone. How he ended up at Putong 100 and how he became a favorite of Putong 100's boss, Cheng Yuankai, is unknown.

He and Han Chui were classmates in middle school, and according to Xiao Yu, they were kindred spirits.

Han Chui and Yan Liang are classmates, and Han Chui and Xiao Yu are classmates, so naturally Yan Liang and Xiao Yu are also classmates.

"Aren't you called Yan Xishan? When did you change your name?" Xiao Yu asked with surprise when she saw Yan Liang.

Xiao Yu looked surprised, and Yan Liang looked surprised as well: "Holy crap! Isn't that the little snotty-nosed brat? He's turned into a beauty?"

Liang Liang tried hard to suppress her laughter. So Xiao Yu had such an elegant nickname!

Xiao Yu's face immediately darkened: "Yan Xiaogui! Say one more word and I'll hear you!"

"Little snot... Xiao Yu! I really never imagined you could become so beautiful. If I had known you could become this beautiful, I would have had a crush on you back then."

Liang Liang was speechless. It's true what they say, like attracts like. He and Han Chui really do get along very well.

How did they come together? Was it a deliberate arrangement by fate?

Xiao Yu curled her lip: "Who cares about someone like you who keeps failing grades and has a crush on someone? Didn't you have a crush on Li Xueqin back then?"

No wonder this guy is three or four years older than Han Chui and Xiao Yu and they can still be classmates; it turns out he often repeats grades.

Yan Liang was a little embarrassed: "That's all in the past, let's not talk about it."

He didn't intend to let the issue go even though he didn't mention Xiao Yu.

"I heard that you still often write letters to Li Xueqin to pour out your heart."

"This is a complete fabrication! This is utterly fabricated!" Yan Liang said angrily.

"Hahahaha!" Xiao Yu burst into laughter, laughing like Pan Jinlian.

"You still haven't answered me, why did you change your name?"

"Don't even mention it! Before liberation, there was a warlord in our country named Yan Xishan. Actually, I don't share the same name as him, and we have different names, but everyone around me called me a warlord, so I had to change my name." Yan Liang said with a bit of helplessness when talking about this.

"Foolish! Being a warlord is much better, so prestigious!"

"He's not a real warlord! What's so impressive about him!"

"Hey old classmate! You invited us to perform but didn't pay us an appearance fee. Did you embezzle all the money you gave us?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yu's words, Yan Liang looked troubled: "More than ten days ago, I went back to Lianwan and happened to run into Han Chui. This shameless guy said he's now a manager for a band, and that the band is struggling to make ends meet. He asked if I could arrange some work for his band. I happened to be at Putong Baiyi, and without thinking much, I said, 'Come to Putong Baiyi.' I just made it up casually at the time, who would have thought you guys would actually come."

Liang Liang's worst fears came true. He was worried that Han Chui was unreliable and full of empty talk, but he never expected to run into someone who was also full of empty talk.

When these two unreliable people come together, it's not just unreliable plus unreliable, it's unreliable to the power of two, it's just too damn unreliable.

Fortunately, they were passing through here on their way to Xianggang; otherwise, their trip would most likely have been in vain.

Han Chui pondered for a moment and sensed something was wrong: "Hey Yan Liang! Something doesn't feel right to what you're saying. So you called us here for no reason? Let me tell you, Yan Xiaogui, if we come here for nothing, you have to compensate us for our economic losses, lost wages, round-trip airfare, food and taxi expenses, not a penny less!"

"You still have the nerve to say that? You're telling me your band is starving? If you're starving, how come you're riding a flying chicken?"

"You can't fly just because you can't afford to eat? That's just how we are!"

"Pah! You're still the same as before!" Yan Liang said disdainfully.

"You haven't changed much from before, so neither of us needs to criticize the other!"

These two are actually planning to appreciate each other.

"Let me discuss this with the entertainment department and try my best to get you on stage. Although there's no appearance fee, if you really sing well, the tips can be quite substantial. Here, it's common for a song to receive tips ranging from several hundred to several thousand yuan. The highest tip record is 58,000 yuan for a single song!"

"Holy crap! Really?" Han Chui's eyes were red.

"What's fake about this? Two bosses were really going at it over a song for a female singer, and the price eventually went up to 58,000. There's no exaggeration in that. You can ask any of the hundred or so employees at Pudong."

"Then hurry up and make arrangements for us. I'm not bragging, but our band's record will be rewritten the moment we step on stage!"

Yan Liang curled his lip: "I don't believe you're bragging. We Putong 100 people have seen it all. Ordinary people can't even make a dent in the water. If you guys can earn enough to buy cigarettes on stage, you'll be lucky. Hey! Xiao Liu! Arrange accommodations for these people. They're from my hometown, so I'll arrange better accommodations. I'll go talk to the entertainment department."

Yan Liang handed Liang Liang and his group over to a petite girl and then hurriedly went upstairs.

The waiter, called Xiao Liu, led Liang Liang and the others to a room in the basement.

When people think of a basement, words like narrow, dark, and damp automatically come to mind. But the basement of Putong 100 Entertainment Center is actually as spacious as a small square.

The area appears to be over 1,000 square meters, and the interior decoration is quite luxurious.

The corridors divide this place into different areas.

Many of the staff who work here live here, and there is even a rehearsal room here.

When Liang Liang and his group entered the basement, they saw two singers practicing in the rehearsal room on one side of the basement, but he didn't see who they were because he was in a hurry.

There are many small rooms here, each about ten or twenty square meters in size. Liang Liang and his group were assigned to two of these rooms.

The three boys shared a room, while Xiao Yu was assigned to another room.

There are four beds in Liang Liang's room, and in addition to the four beds, there is a narrow passageway in the middle of the room that is more than a meter wide.

There was luggage on the bed. Liang Liang sniffed the bedding but didn't detect any strange smells.

Liu Yuyong and Wang Fan sprawled out on the bed, probably not ready to get up anytime soon.

Liang Liang shook her head and walked out of the room without calling them.

Getting to know the new environment before going to a new place was a habit he developed in his previous life.

Liang Liang walked around each corridor in this underground city.

The people living here must be the service staff. They all look like they just got up, their hair and faces disheveled, as if they were going to wash up.

People in this industry usually have reversed work and rest schedules, working at night and sleeping during the day.

There are less than two hours before they go to work, so it's normal for them to get up now to wash up and eat.

These people didn't seem to be very vigilant, and they ignored Liang Liang, a stranger.

Liang Liang went up the stairs to the first floor, intending to take a walk around outside Pudong 100.

As he approached the entrance of Putong 100 Entertainment Center, he saw a middle-aged man emerge from a passageway.

Liang Liang's eyes lit up.