Lin Jianye began to feel utterly bewildered.
Seeing Lin Jianye's face turn pale and then red, Yan Liang felt incredibly pleased.
Making Lin Jianye suffer is what Yan Liang feels most satisfied with.
"The boss of Xianggang somehow found out about this band and seems to really like them, specifically asking to see their performance. Minister Lin! You're the one who chased them away. Judging from how angry the boss was just now, I might have to see you off tomorrow, tsk tsk! If you leave, I'll have to take care of Xiao Cui for you. Don't worry! I'll take good care of her, I promise I'll take better care of her than you do."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianye turned around and ran, naturally heading to find the Blue Shark Band.
Although Yan Liang spoke with great enthusiasm, Cheng Yuankai had entrusted him with this task, so of course he had to put in his best effort.
Yan Liang returned to his office and paged Han Chui.
As the manager of the Blue Shark band, a pager is an essential piece of equipment.
When Liang Liang equipped Han Chui with a pager, the guy walked sideways for several days, looking like he didn't recognize anyone.
He deliberately tucked his shirt into his waistband, leaving his pager sticking out, and tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle.
"So this is what Earth is like!"
This was the first thing Han Chui said after putting the pager on.
The rest of the band was stunned, but Liang Liang burst out laughing.
"It's just a pager, what are you pretending to be, some kind of alien? I only paid for one month's service fee, you'll have to pay for it yourself from now on!"
When it came to money, the alien immediately revealed his true colors, following Liang Liang around for a whole day, eventually getting him to pay a quarter's worth of service fees.
Han Chui had a pager, so Yan Liang naturally knew the number.
Yan Liang got through to Han Chui's pager.
When Han Chui's pager went off, he was standing on a case of beer, ready to fight the drummer of the Flying Fire Band to the death.
Just as I had a bottle of beer in my mouth and the liquid was going down my throat, my pager went off.
Han Chui's reaction was quite interesting. He paused for a second, then slammed the bottle on the table and said in a booming voice, "We'll drink later. I'm here to call you."
As he spoke, he pulled out the pager from his waist with a click.
Even the best gunslingers in American Western movies can't draw their guns as fast as he can pull out his pager.
Han Chui held the pager high, looking at it from left to right, up to down, almost as if he were doing a handstand.
"Oh dear! It's too dark here. I need to find a brighter place."
Han Chui stood up, holding his pager, and went to find a well-lit place. As he passed Xiao Yu, a foot suddenly appeared out of nowhere and almost tripped him, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.
"Oops! My leg is numb. Stretch it out. Sorry for tripping you!" Xiao Yu said apologetically, but her face showed an expression of great revenge.
Han Chui pointed at Xiao Yu: "You... I'm being paged right now. I'll settle the score with you after I finish replying to the pager."
Han Chui ran far away, and Liang Liang raised his right hand towards Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu also raised his right hand, and the two clapped their hands and shouted "Yay!" at the same time.
"If you had kicked a second later, he would have pounced on the poop like a vicious dog! Be careful next time!"
Han Chui, who was showing off, almost tripped over the thrill of it, but unfortunately he didn't.
Xiao Yu humbly accepted the advice: "Next time, I will definitely choose the right opportunity."
The members of the Flying Fire Band looked at Liang Liang and Xiao Yu as if they were monsters: "Is this how you usually play?"
Liang Liang nodded solemnly: "That's it! This is conducive to enhancing our friendship! Yes, that's it!"
Meng Xiangshun was exhausted. If things went too far, their friendship would be ruined!
Han Chui left with an arrogant air, but returned in a sorry state.
"Xiao Liang! Yan Xiaogui wants us to get back to Putong 100 and perform on stage within three minutes."
Liang Liang frowned after hearing this: "Xiao Yu! Kick him!"
Xiao Yu was eager to try.
"Wait! Why did you kick me again?"
"A 100-point run in three minutes? Do you think we've grown wings? How dare you say such a brainless thing? If I don't kick you, who will I kick?"
Han Chui scratched his head, "That makes sense."
"Brother Liang! It's important to be able to perform at Putong 100, you should hurry up and go!" Meng Xiangshun said with a look of envy.
"Tch! They said they wouldn't even give us a chance to be assessed, but now they want us to go on stage. How can we just do whatever they say? Grandma! Ignore them and keep drinking!"
Liang Liang stated his position calmly, and although he seemed indifferent, a faint air of superiority began to emanate from him.
Han Chui thought to himself with contempt: "That shameless guy is showing off again."
The two groups continued to toast each other, but before they could even finish a drink, Yan Liang and Lin Jianye came running over like shooting stars.
The reason these two rivals were able to come together was entirely due to circumstances; they had no choice but to temporarily put aside their grudges and unite against a common enemy.
Liang Liang feigned surprise upon seeing the two: "Oh my! What a coincidence! Come, come, according to the custom in our Lianwan area, friends must drink a dozen cups when they meet, and those who can't finish it are considered grandsons!"
Yan Liang was so angry he almost twisted his nose. Why didn't I have this rule when I was in Lianwan?
When friends meet, they usually drink no more than three cups. When did the trend of drinking a dozen cups become popular?
"Xiao Liang! Here's what happened, our nightclub owner..."
"Wait! You're here to discuss business, not for drinks? Then please speak with Han Chui; he's the agent, specifically in charge of business matters."
Yan Liang and Lin Jianye thought it over and agreed, so they went to Han Chui.
At this moment, Han Chui sat casually in the chair, leaned back, and stretched.
"Yan Liang is my classmate, I know him. And who is this guy?"
"This is Lin Jianye, the head of the entertainment department at Putong 100 Dance Hall," Yan Liang introduced.
Lin Jianye then took out a business card and respectfully handed it to Han Chui with both hands.
Lin Jianye knew from Han Chui's demeanor that this guy was a scoundrel just like Yan Liang. He must know that Lin Jianye hadn't given the Blue Shark band a tryout, so it would be strange if he didn't cause trouble. Lin Jianye had to lower his stance and act like a grandson.
If he doesn't act subservient, he might actually become unemployed tomorrow.
Han Chui might not be reliable when it comes to doing serious work, but you can rest assured when he's showing off; he'll definitely pull it off flawlessly.
Han Chui glanced at the business card indifferently and didn't take it!
This kid didn't even give their band a chance to audition; Yan Liangke told him everything.
"Minister Lin! You heard what our band's lead singer said just now. In our area, we have to drink a dozen beers before we get down to business. That's how we show our sincerity. Otherwise, it's all just empty talk."
Lin Jianye secretly groaned; if he drank that many beers, he'd definitely wet his pants.
"Brother Han! I can't drink as much as most northerners do, can I just have a little to show for it?"
"Sure! But the minimum is three bottles."
Even three bottles could be deadly," Lin Jianye said with a troubled expression, glancing sideways at Yan Liang.
This guy was genuinely gloating with a smug look on his face.
"What if you drink it?"
"After drinking, you can talk about anything and get things done!"
"Will he drink it or not?" Lin Jianye asked Yan Liang.
Of course, we can't bypass the vendor selling cut cakes.
"Of course he wants to drink too!"
Lin Jianye gritted his teeth, picked up a bottle of beer, and said, "That's fine! Even if I'm not feeling well, you can't escape."
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