"Brother Le, let's go have a drink together?"
Outside Yihu Park, the staff who had just packed up the show's scenery and props could finally go home, and a few strong temporary workers made an appointment to go for a drink.
"You guys go ahead. I've quit drinking and I still have to work tomorrow, so don't drink too much."
Fang Xiaole politely declined the enthusiastic Zhang Fadada and others and walked alone along Park Road towards the nearest bus stop.
His throat was damaged by alcohol. That night on the roof was the last time he drank, and he would never drink again in his life.
Thinking of that night on the rooftop, Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile.
I wonder what happened to that girl. I hope she isn't depressed anymore, right?
She has such a great voice, as long as she keeps singing, she will definitely become famous.
In a sense, I saved her that night, and she continued to move forward with her unfulfilled dream. If she really becomes famous one day, it will be a comfort to me.
It’s a pity that I didn’t get to see her clearly that night, and I probably wouldn’t recognize her if we met again now.
Maybe the girl will forget him soon?
Treat the memories of that night as wine brewed in your heart. When you lose your strength, take a sip and then keep moving forward.
Beep, beep, a horn sounded behind him. Fang Xiaole looked back and saw the window of an imported MPV rolled down, revealing a round, elegant face that had gained weight.
"Little brother, you haven't eaten yet, right? Want to eat together?"
Half an hour later, Fang Xiaole, Hong Sanshi and his agent were sitting in a small, somewhat shabby restaurant.
"The food is here, Changqiao Three Tenders!"
The short and fat boss personally brought three dishes and placed them on the table.
"Come on, Xiao Fang, this place's specialty, the three tenders, are delicious. They're stir-fried kidney, stir-fried pork liver, and stir-fried tripe strips. They're crispy, tender, spicy, and fragrant. Pair them with Lao Liu's homemade sorghum wine. Take a bite of the food and a sip of the wine. Wow... you really don't drink?"
It was obvious that Hong Sanshi was a foodie. He brought Fang Xiaole to this fly-in-the-wall restaurant after many twists and turns. It was still packed even at this late hour. Fortunately, Hong Sanshi was an acquaintance of the owner, so he arranged a simple private room for them.
"Thank you, Mr. Hong. I really have quit drinking."
Fang Xiaole declined politely, but at Hong Sanshi's urging, she picked up a piece of pork loin with chopsticks. It was indeed very tender and smooth. The boss had added fresh chili peppers when cooking, and the fresh and spicy taste completely stimulated her taste buds.
Fang Xiaole kept giving thumbs up, and Hong Sanshi laughed and said to the boss:
"Old Liu, I've brought you another loyal customer. This Xiao Fang is my sworn brother. You have to give him a discount next time he comes!"
"Brother Shi's sworn brother? What's there to say? You can get a free meal next time you come!" Old Liu waved his hand generously, his face wrinkled with smile.
"You're just bragging, I don't know you? Next time you come, it's free, and the next time you come, you'll charge double, right? Come on, drink it!"
"Brother Shi, go ahead and insult me, damn it!"
The boss took the wine glass handed to him by Hong Sanshi, clinked it with him, and both of them drank it in one gulp.
"Brother Hong, that's three cups." The agent next to him was serious and had a personality completely different from Hong Sanshi's. He waited for him to put down his glass and said calmly.
"Okay, three cups a week at most, that's it." Hong Sanshi curled his lips, put down the wine glass, and licked the remaining wine drops at the corner of his mouth with an unsatisfied look.
"Then I'll be out first. Brother Hong, enjoy your meal." Old Liu was also quite afraid of Hong Sanshi's agent, so he ran away when he saw this.
After Lao Liu left, Hong Sanshi put away his playful smile, picked up a cup of tea, and said to Fang Xiaole solemnly:
"Xiao Fang, I wasn't kidding. If it weren't for you today, I would have lost over 100 pounds. I don't know how to thank you.
You're young, so I'm shamelessly calling you my younger brother. I don't have any other special abilities, but I'm pretty well-connected in the entertainment industry. If you have any ideas in this regard, feel free to contact me. I'll definitely help you to the utmost! "
On the way here, Hong Sanshi had already learned about Fang Xiaole's situation and knew that he had worked as a bar singer.
Moreover, Fang Xiaole's appearance is indeed suitable for development in the entertainment industry, of course, the prerequisite is that he has resources and connections.
Hong Sanshi can provide this.
He was really grateful to Fang Xiaole. The life-saving grace was not just talk. Hong Sanshi thought of many ways to express his gratitude.
Giving money directly is not appropriate.
If he gives too little, it seems that his life is worthless. If he gives too much... his money is all controlled by his wife!
And based on Hong Sanshi's observation, he felt that Fang Xiaole would most likely not accept the money if he gave it directly.
So the best way to repay him is to use your own connections to help him.
Sometimes this resource is more precious than money.
Giving money is only temporary, but building connections and relationships lasts a lifetime.
At the same time, Hong Sanshi also really felt that he and Fang Xiaole got along well. The old naughty boy liked this kind of serious and earnest young people.
"Teacher Hong, thank you." Fang Xiaole quickly picked up the teacup and clinked it with 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 us two brothers to become sworn brothers. Now that everything is clear, bring the wine!"
Hong Sanshi took the wine bottle next to him and poured himself a glass. Cough, cough, the agent coughed twice with an expressionless face.
"Hey, let's have tea instead of wine, cheers!"
Hong Sanshi, who was exposed, laughed dryly twice, put down his wine glass, picked up a cup of tea and drank it, and called Fang Xiaole:
"Come on, eat some food!"
Fang Xiaole held back his laughter, drank a cup of tea with Brother Hong, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food.
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