Zhong Weiqiang took a deep breath: "Okay, I understand, Mr. Bi, are you saying that I have to leave today?" ”

Lao Bi said: "Brother Zhong, there is no need to be in such a hurry, it depends on your schedule, you can rush to the capital tomorrow, buy a ticket and talk to me, I will send someone to pick you up." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you when the time comes. ”

The two talked about everything on the phone, and after hanging up the phone, Zhong Weiqiang began to be busy buying air tickets, and as for the performances in the past few nights, they were all postponed.

I called an intermediary who booked a ticket, and I quickly got a plane from Yangcheng to Beijing at 8 o'clock in the morning the next day.

Then, Chung started calling the manager in charge of acting at the bar where he was supposed to sing tonight.

"Manager Cui? I'm the old clock. ”

"Oh, it's Old Zhong, why are you calling me now?"

"That's right, I'm in a bit of a hurry, I won't go to your place to sing tonight, I'll talk to you."

"Old Zhong, what are you doing! What's the urgency, the guests of our venue like the most is to listen to you sing, and you give me three days and two days off, this is a troublesome mood? ”

"Manager Cui, no, no! How could I be in an emotional relationship with you, I, I just received a call from Bi Fujian, the producer of the 'The Voice of China' program team, he invited me to go to the capital, saying that their 'The Voice' program team held a press conference for me, announcing that I became the first person to enter the 'Voice' competition through the pre-selection, and at the same time, I will also become a spokesperson for their program, you see, such a big thing, I can't go away, right? So, I have to take a leave of absence from you. Zhong Weiqiang said proudly.

"Hahaha! Old Zhong, your skull is broken, right? Just you, and Bi Fujian, the producer of 'The Voice', called you personally, and he wanted to hold a press conference for you? And ask you to be the face of their show? Wake up! You're not a young man of seventeen or eighteen, you're already in your fifties and about to go into the ground, don't you think it's funny to have such a dream? The manager laughed mercilessly at him.

Zhong Weiqiang smiled faintly, and didn't care about him in general: "Manager Cui, believe it or not, anyway, I won't be able to go to your scene tonight, my ticket to the capital has been booked, and I will fly to the capital early tomorrow morning." Good bye! ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

He has decided that he will never go to this manager Cui's venue to sing again.

Because he seriously damaged his self-esteem.

Such a little person like a dog dares to look down on me, let him die! And not long ago, he had to stammer with him in order to sing one more song in this venue surnamed Cui, and he felt disgusting just thinking about it.

That Manager Cui originally wanted to say a few more poisonous words and demean this old thing who didn't know the times, but he didn't expect Zhong Weiqiang to take the initiative to hang up his phone first.

"Paralyzed old crumbs! Go to hell! Don't think that if you can sing a few songs and create some atmosphere, people will be inseparable from you, and you will be on the shelf with me, don't think that I will give you another chance in the future! Manager Cui scolded viciously.

Zhong Weiqiang hung up the phone of the hateful Manager Cui and began to pack his luggage.

He also brought a few changes of clothes and toiletries and skin care products, and his luggage was well packed.

After cleaning up, Zhong Weiqiang looked at the time, it was already past five o'clock, and he decided to go out and go to the tea restaurant he often went to have afternoon tea to fill his stomach.

By the way, say goodbye to some people I know.

Zhong Weiqiang also wanted to share his happy event with them.

The tea restaurant he frequented was diagonally opposite the gate of the community, and when Zhong Weiqiang walked in, he saw some old acquaintances already sitting there and talking.

He leaned over and sat down at a table where there was a vacant seat.

He greeted his old acquaintances and asked for something to eat and drink.

"Old Zhong, you seem to be in a good mood today, did you encounter something happy?" An old man said with a smile.

Zhong Weiqiang laughed: "Yes, old money, I did encounter something good, me!" has passed the pre-selection of "The Voice of China" and became the first contestant to advance to the main competition of this talent show, for this reason, the "Voice of China" program team will hold a press conference for me in Beijing to publicly announce it, and wow! Even Zheng Xiao, Zheng Xiao, you know, right? is the kid in the Chinese music scene who has been very popular recently, and his English album broke the platinum record on the first day of release, and he has to appear at the press conference to cheer me up! I'm getting old, maybe I can be on fire again! You say I'm not happy? ”

Zhong Weiqiang began to talk rhetorically.

It is human nature to show off and show off.

It is normal for people to be proud of their development and love to show themselves in front of others.

Zhong Weiqiang is also not exempt from vulgarity. He has lived alone in this Yangcheng for several years, and he is also very familiar with the old people in this area, and they often gossip and brag and fart together.

As soon as he said this, he was immediately bombarded and ridiculed by several old men.

"Haha! Old Zhong, today's new book to brag! Not to mention how you beat Leslie Cheung to win the singing contest, you are going to praise you for 'The Voice of China', isn't it? When you say this, you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue! What about so many talented young kids, the producer of the show 'The Voice' is stupid, his brain is in water, right? Will you praise you bad old man? Do you think this is realistic? ”

"Lao Zhong, we all know that 'The Voice of China' has not officially started, but it is very famous, and Zheng Xiao you said, we old people also know him, we know that kid is very powerful, I see his news in the newspaper every day, you just want to brag, and please find a blow that we don't know! You're picking up something that everyone knows about, it's easy to show your stuffing! ”

"Old Zhong, this bull is really uncreative, because it is too easy to be verified, unlike when you boast that you have formed a band with Alan Tam, and have written songs for Anita Mui, there is no place to check it, you can fool around! Zheng Xiao and 'The Voice of China' are so popular, you insist on getting in touch with them, and say that people want to support you and give you a press conference or something, so you are not afraid of being exposed in the future? ”

"Wow! Old Zhong, let's still have an old face! Don't be foolish anymore. ”

In short, Zhong Weiqiang was drowned in cynicism.

Obviously, they didn't believe Chung's words. They believe that Zhong Weiqiang's own glorious history in his early years has been told is made up and deceitful.

This time, Zhong Weiqiang also wanted to show his cleverness with the glorious deeds he made up.

This makes these old people how to endure it.

Zhong Weiqiang pursed his lips, feeling a little cold in his heart. He was saddened to find that he was lonely in this world, and he couldn't even find a partner to share happy things.

Forget it, Zhong Weiqiang, don't be like them, let them slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, despise me, despise me, hate me, and lie to me!

One day, these frogs at the bottom of the well will know that the object of their ridicule is a Kunpeng.

Zhong Weiqiang didn't say a word, he quietly finished eating his things, and then, wiping his mouth, left silently.

The next day, he got up early and went straight to the airport to take a direct flight to Beijing.

Author's words: The third watch has been sent, and a new January has begun. (To be continued.) )