"Brother Wang, it's me, Mulan."
Mulan? Wang Ke’s sleepiness disappeared instantly. He opened the door and saw Mulan wearing yesterday’s clothes.
He looked it up and down carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that no arms or legs were missing.
"I was so scared, I thought you were dead. It seems that you have coaxed Mr. Mo into submission, but I am in trouble. I don't know which bastard caused my electric scooter to be towed away by the traffic police. I paid two hundred yuan to get the electric scooter back. It really is a double whammy."
Isn’t it true? If Wang Ke knew that the electric scooter was taken away by Mo Zechuan’s people, he would probably be angry but not say anything and could only accept the defeat.
Xu Jing took out two hundred yuan and gave it to Wang Ke. "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I made you suffer. Here's the money."
"Brother, how can I take your money? You are too polite." After pushing it several times, Wang Ke reluctantly accepted the money. "What do you want from me?"
"Brother Wang, I signed up for the audition for 'Youth Without Regrets'. I'm not good at singing or dancing, but I thought Brother Wang had the resources, so I came here to try my luck."
"I don't have any resources, Mulan, you really think too highly of me." Wang Ke was somewhat flattered by the compliment, but he couldn't resist Xu Jing's sweet talk and was completely dazzled by Wang Ke's words. Wang Ke opened his phone's address book and actually found someone: Ma Ji, who was in the music industry.
Ma Ji was originally a pop music singer. He couldn't make it in the capital and as he was getting older, he returned to Jiangcheng at the urging of his parents.
Not long after returning, he was faced with the problem of being urged to get married and finding a job. Between the two, Ma Ji chose the latter.
To attract customers, Jinse hired Ma Ji as a resident singer. His arrival boosted Jinse's business. Jinse's boss was pleased with Ma Ji and gave him a raise to keep him at Jinse. Ma Ji was happy with the pay, and in addition to singing and composing, he came to work at Jinse every evening at 7 p.m.
Under Xu Jing's sweet talk, Wang Ke called Ma Ji. Ma Ji didn't have any objections and said, "I'll teach him tonight when I get to work. I don't have much time to teach him, so let's see if he has the ability to understand."
Wang Ke agreed readily, but after hanging up the phone, he remembered something. "Does Mr. Mo San know?"
"He doesn't know."
Wang Ke was startled and felt a little regretful. "If he knew you were still singing at Golden, he would definitely overthrow Golden. My little ancestor, you'd better go back."
"It's okay, I'll wear a mask." Xu Jing had the foresight to pull out a black mask from his pocket and put it on. "I can just wear a hat to cover it up later. Besides, I'm just asking for singing advice, who would pay attention to me?"
Yes, that's right. You know what, after putting on a mask, the handsome guy instantly transforms into a stylish man. If Mulan had a bit of muscle, she'd drool just thinking about him. "Mulan, when you have time, work out more. Young people should be more energetic."
Xu Jing agreed with a smile. It was indeed time to exercise properly. Otherwise, he would be embarrassed to be dragged around by Mo Zechuan all the time.
It was soon seven o'clock in the afternoon and Ma Ji started working.
As it was the weekend, there were more people coming to support the event than ever before.
As usual, Ma Ji sang Jay Chou's "Dragon Fist" to open up the atmosphere. The atmosphere was great and the audience was buzzing. Both men and women waved their light sticks and followed Ma Ji's lead in the fun.
Ma Ji was accompanied by dancers. The KTV was decorated like a living house, with booths and private rooms for listening to music, which was very fashionable.
Xu Ziyu was a little upset that he didn't get a date with Mo Zechuan, and sat in the booth feeling a little depressed.
Seeing Xu Ziyu drinking alone, his friends rushed to link up with him. "Hey, buddy. Drinking alone is boring, want to drink with me?"
Xu Ziyu looked up and saw a man dressed like an eggplant sitting next to him. Hey, isn't this Bao Erjia? Usually he's just playing cards and drinking, and he's nowhere to be seen. Now he heard Ma Ji singing a new song and came to support him. What a coincidence.
After three rounds of drinks, Bao Er's face showed some disappointment. "Brother Xu, Mr. Mo San didn't come."
Xu Ziyu suddenly realized that he hadn't come to treat him to a drink, but to socialize with Mo Zechuan to establish a relationship with him. No wonder he was so attentive to her, he must have benefited from Mo Zechuan's influence.
"He's busy dating his childhood friend and has no time for me." Xu Ziyu downed another glass of wine. The song in the stands had changed from "Dragon Fist" to "Compendium of Materia Medica," and the cacophony of laughter gave him a headache. He rubbed his brow, hoping the next song would be a more lyrical one for a change of pace.
"Which childhood friend are you with?" Bao Er asked again, unwillingly.
"Why do you mind? It's none of your business." Xu Ziyu has always known that Mo Zechuan has a white moonlight named Ning Su, who happens to be his neighbor and a close friend since childhood.
It's a pity that the man has feelings for her, but she doesn't care. Mo Zechuan is a man of few words. After all these years of hard work, Ning Su still only treats Mo Zechuan as a brother. There is no progress between the two of them, and even an outsider like him is anxious.
Zechuan, no, it should be Brother Ning Su. If you don’t seize the opportunity, the new guy will snatch him away.
Even Xu Ziyu, who had been surrounded by women for many years, felt his scalp tingle when he thought of the little duck's seductive eyes.
Xu Ziyu wanted Mo Zechuan to occupy the toilet without doing anything. He wanted to bring the little duck over to taste it properly. Only a kiss could calm his restless heart.
"What's going on? Why did they change singers mid-song? Ma Ji's voice is hoarse and he can't sing anymore?" Bao Er's voice broke Xu Ziyu's thoughts. He downed his drink in one gulp and looked towards the center of the stage. His expression went from indifference to shock in just three seconds. Why did the little duck get on stage?
The incident dates back to after singing a song, Ma Ji met with Wang Ke and a young man in black clothes and wearing a mask during his break.
"Are you the one Wang Ke mentioned who wanted to ask me for singing advice?" Ma Ji glanced at him and sneered, "How can you sing well if you're as timid as a mouse and don't even dare to show your face? Take off your mask and let's talk."
Xu Jing said, "I have a rash on my face. The doctor told me to wear a mask to prevent the wound from coming into contact with the air."
"Come on, come on, you're making it seem like I'm interested in you." Ma Ji retracted his teasing gaze and said calmly, "So, what song can you sing?"
“I know some pop music.”
"Can you sing Jay Chou's songs?" Ma Ji picked out a few familiar songs, such as "Sunny Day," "Seven Miles of Fragrant Osmanthus," and "A Thousand Miles Away," and placed them in front of Xu Jing. "Pick one and sing it. I'll get my opinion."
After Xu Jing started singing a few lines, Ma Ji frowned. "It's okay, just average KTV quality. It's enough to deal with some amateurs. What you lack now is stage experience. So, after I sing one more song, you go up and sing 'Sunny Day' next."
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