As for what kind of good show it was, Gao Feng wouldn't press for details.

Back in college, this guy was always following him around. The two of them were a perfect match, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short.

One is fat and the other is thin. Jin Guanrong is from Northeast China, but he did not inherit the big and burly physique of Northeasterners. Instead, he is a short, ugly and fat man.

Calling him short and ugly might be a bit harsh; a better word would be "endearingly clumsy."

He's about 173 cm tall and weighs 200 catties. With his small glasses, he looks about 80% like the chubby kid in a certain meme.

The phrase "one tall and one short" doesn't refer to height, but rather to intelligence.

Back in college, figuring out how to skip classes legally, how to avoid failing, and how to accurately grasp the key points of exams—these tasks that require a certain level of intelligence were all devised by Gao Jia.

The only time things went wrong was during the SMS bombardment incident.

Gao Ang had already planned out how to strike up a conversation with Jin Guanrong, how to strengthen the connection, how to hold hands, and even thought of the subsequent plot.

Unfortunately, this guy has become too independent and insists on doing things his own way...

The two lay on the large leather sofa in the living room, telling each other about their lives over the past few years.

Graduation often means breaking up, whether it's for couples or best friends.

"How are the eldest and second eldest doing these days?"

Gao Ang is a sentimental person, and since this topic has come up, he inevitably thinks of two other people.

“I haven’t been in touch with you for a long time. If you hadn’t come to Harbin, I would have almost forgotten that you even existed.”

Jin Guanrong took a bite of the large ice cream, muttering something incoherently.

The melancholy that had just arisen was immediately dispelled by this guy's silly appearance.

Gao Ang admires Lao Jin's attitude towards life. When he needs to be silly, no one can beat him, but when he's serious, he can definitely impress everyone.

But he was different. He grew up in a very strict family. For some reason, his parents were particularly strict with his siblings.

Was his family poor? Not at all. Being able to afford eggs and meat a decade or two ago was already quite good; otherwise, how could he have grown so tall?

However, their clothing was much more difficult to obtain. While others wore down jackets, he and his older sister wore thick cotton-padded coats that their mother had sewn herself.

While others wore athletic shoes bought from the market, they wore sneakers with multi-layered soles.

Even in terms of academic performance, Gao Ang felt that he had performed well enough, and even became a role model for learning in the village.

But it still didn't work with my parents.

Because he grew up in such an environment, Gao Ang felt that he was being suppressed too much, so much so that after graduation he chose to run away from home, even leaving the Central Plains and Kyoto, and went to Shanghai, thousands of miles away.

He longed for a carefree life, a life like a salted fish.

There was no competition, no comparison, no preaching, and no nagging.

Even though he had gained extraordinary abilities, he didn't intend to do anything earth-shattering.

Over the past twenty years, he has lived a somewhat tiring life, and even felt that he was not living for himself.

He envisioned a simple life: enough to eat and drink, and for his family to be well.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

Fatty Jin waved his fat hands, interrupting Gao Xiang's high-spirited thoughts.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little lost and don't know what to do in the future."

Gao Ang snapped out of his daze, forced a smile, and then changed his position to make himself more comfortable.

"Aren't you an investor? Of course, it's about making money from money," Fatty Jin replied nonchalantly.

"Then what, do you do with all that money?"

"Improving your own life, improving your family's life, improving the lives of your workers—there are so many places where you need money. Let me tell you, you're not a boss yet. Once you become a boss, you'll realize that you're not making money for yourself; you're making money to support the families of thousands of workers. Let me tell you..."

Then the fat man rattled off his experience of taking over the reins to Gao Feng in detail.

From his words, Gao Ang heard hardship, happiness, and even a sense of responsibility.

"Isn't it said that capitalists are profit-driven? Why have you changed your mind?"

Gao Feng asked jokingly.

"Those are Western capitalists. We communist capitalists believe in sharing profits with the people. You have to distinguish between camps in everything. Oh, by the way, after all this talk, you still haven't told me which companies you've invested in?"

Then Gao Ang reluctantly listed the companies in which he had invested. To be honest, he felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned these companies.

That fat guy is different; his business was built by his ancestors through blood and sweat.

What did he rely on?

Good looks?

Or body shape?

"Not bad, brother. I know Beidahuang. We even have a partnership with a company here. Every year, a lot of grain is exported and imported, all using our ships. Here's what we'll do: stay in Harbin for a few more days, and I'll take you to find their boss, their top leader. We'll drink him up, and if he dares to make things difficult for you later, you'll see how I treat him."

Gao Ang quickly interrupted the young man, "Don't worry about it. We're just business partners. I'm just taking a cut. It doesn't involve any business, and there's no question of him making things difficult for me. So don't bother with that."

"What do you mean by 'idle'? Your business is my business..."

"I said no, that's fine. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about our plans for tonight."

Gao Ang waved his hand again, interrupting the fat man's interest. If he really arranged this, wouldn't everything be exposed when he met the boss of Beidahuang?

Equity transfer?

The woman transferred herself to him?

A gigolo, a kept man?

Doesn't Gao Ling have any pride?

"Oh, tonight," Fatty Jin hadn't quite gotten over the previous topic, and it took him a while to catch up on the new one. "There's a street dance competition tonight, organized by Dongzi and sponsored by me. It's called something like 'Dance of the East,' I guarantee it'll be a lively event."

When it came to street dance, Gao Ang suddenly became a little interested.

He can be described as an all-rounder, proficient in everything from table tennis to badminton to basketball and football.

I learned to play table tennis when I was a kid in the village committee compound. Although it was a self-taught skill, it was more than enough to deal with average players.

He started playing soccer and basketball in junior high school, and he prefers soccer a little more.

Back in the freshman year, during the inter-departmental football league, he made a name for himself with a shot from a zero-degree angle, reminiscent of Marco van Basten.

Street dance is his least impressive hobby.

This requires knowledge of music theory and good physical coordination.

His physical condition is fine; the problem is with his music theory, which is really difficult to grasp.

In the end, he only scratched the surface, occasionally playing some B-boy and Popping.

After resting for a while, and waiting until it was almost dusk, the two boarded the Cullinan and headed towards the riverside club where the street dance competition was being held.

Perhaps because "Street Dance 3" is about to air, there are quite a lot of contestants participating in this competition.

The huge parking lot was basically filled with all kinds of luxury cars, including Porsches and Ferraris.

"I can understand rich kids liking electronic music, but what about those who like street dance?"

After getting out of the car and looking around, Gao Ang asked Jin Guanrong his question.

"There are some who genuinely like it, but definitely not that many. I estimate most of these people are just joining in for the fun. Dongzi is our Bingcheng's top contender, and he's definitely going to compete for the championship this time. Regardless of how prestigious this championship is, when he posts on WeChat Moments or Weibo, 'Look, this is my brother, the Street Dance 3 champion, isn't he awesome?', most people will think the same way."

Jin Guanrong parked the car, straightened his clothes, and made himself look presentable before leading Gao Ang into the club.

It's clear this guy is a big shot in Harbin; from the moment he got off the bus until he sat down, a constant stream of people came to greet him.

The competition was about to begin, and the two of them moved to a booth very close to the stage. Immediately, someone invited them to sit down.

"Let me introduce you. This is my brother, Gao Ang, our half-brother; this is Dongzi, the one I told you about, the initiator of this street dance competition, and a strong contender for the championship of Street Dance 3."

Jin Guanrong pulled a thin-looking young man who looked remarkably like a comedian from Taiwan and introduced him to Gao Ang.

The two politely covered their hands in acknowledgment.

"Brother Rong, please have a seat for a while. I'll go make the arrangements; the competition is about to begin."

"Okay, you can go ahead and do your work."

After seeing Dongzi off, the two brothers ate sunflower seeds and nuts, preparing to enjoy the street dance show.

"Hey, isn't that Han Yu and Ye Yin? They're here too?"

After a quick glance, Gao Ang spotted two great masters.

These two are both champions of "Street Dance of China". Han Yu was the champion of the first season, and Ye Yin was the champion of the second season.

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