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Winter is already dark early, and after a while, the street lights are lit up one after another, and the faces of pedestrians in the streets and alleys are hurried, and they can't wait to return to their warm homes as soon as possible under the cold wind.

And Wang Shengzhe and Han Daer are two exceptions.

Han Da'er leaned against the corner of the wall to smoke, but Wang Shengzhe did not smoke, but the prominent heat also formed smoke visible to the naked eye. The place where the two of them were located was around the corner of the street, and the light of the street lamp did not shine. Next to it is an iron signboard, and saunas, small restaurants, game halls, and KTVs line down the street in turn. Wang Shengzhe recognized some words, but he didn't know what they meant, and some simply didn't know them.

In addition to the iron frame signboard, there are also people standing. There are both men and women, and they are relatively cool to wear. Women wear heavy makeup, while men have long hair and dyed in strange colors.

Wang Shengzhe could not agree with this aesthetic. He continued to observe, guessing the living conditions of the entire era through passers-by.

He's learned it.

Soon, he understood that the women were doing the deal, and the men were just some errands. Gao Anshuo has read about this situation in books, but he doesn't make any evaluations, everyone has different values, just for life.

Han Da'er has finished smoking a cigarette. He glanced up at the street.

Song Zhixun, who was wearing a fur coat with a fierce face, was walking towards the KTV, followed by his little brother, and the group of four quickly disappeared from sight.

"Let's go." Han Daer said a word, motioned for Wang Shengzhe to follow, and walked into KTV.

Now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are more and more idlers. When Han Da'er and Wang Shengzhe entered, all kinds of voices were intertwined with the noise in their ears. The dim light in the hall flickered ambiguously, and it was extremely easy to stir up people's interest. And in this environment, certain transactions are also particularly easy to complete.

"You stay on the side for now, and I'll give you instructions later." Han Daer patted Wang Shengzhe on the shoulder, and then left.

Wang Shengzhe didn't know the specific arrangements of Han Da'er, so he could only play his role. First, he looked left and right, walked to the shadows and stood, observing.

On the first day of 2004, Wang Shengzhe mostly watched all this as a bystander. The brain has not stopped collecting information, consciously or unconsciously, trying to formulate the best survival plan.

didn't let him wait too long, Song Zhixun, who was supposed to be talking about business in the private room, walked out with a figure-eight step, with a smile on his face, chatting with the people next to him from time to time. He saw Han Da'er flash behind the group of people, make an agreed gesture and disappear. Wang Shengzhe put away his loose posture and stood up straight. His eyes stayed on Song Zhixun.

In fact, singing can also be done in the hall, which is equivalent to a large private room. It's just that because they can't save face, most people subconsciously ignore this function. And looking at Song Zhixun's appearance, I am afraid that he wants to use this virtual function.

Wang Shengzhe saw that the people next to Song Zhixun were persuading him to do something, and he looked flattering. Although Song Zhixun was prevaricating, the smile on his face never disappeared.

It seems that someone with status said something, and Song Zhixun no longer shirked it, and nodded "everyone expects it".

As if specially prepared, the boss quickly took out the microphone and connected it to the player in the hall, and then asked Song Zhixun what song he wanted to sing.

It's time for the show.

Wang Shengzhe stood up straight, mainly to see how Song Zhixun, who Han Daer said "destroys people's bodies and minds", sings.

Despite the preparations, Song Zhixun's earth-shattering singing of ghosts and gods was still beyond his imagination. Song Zhixun has a fierce appearance, but he likes lyrical songs. Although Wang Shengzhe has never heard the original song, singing like him is also a kind of realm.

At this time, Han Da'er appeared again. There was a small man behind Han Da'er, and after Han Da'er whispered a few words to him, the little man nodded, and after Han Da'er left, he suddenly raised his voice and said abruptly: "Ah, what are you singing!" Do you want human life? ”

Hearing this, Song Zhixun was not the most excited, but the three men with unkind faces and dressed in black hip-hop clothes beside him were the first to choke: "How old are you, dare to say such things in front of our brother Zhixun?" Be careful when you speak! ”

"Hey, you can't let people say it if it's ugly, do you?" The little man looked disdainful and pushed back.

"TMD, it seems that there are still people in this field who don't know who we are!" One of the hip-hop men said as he rolled up his cuffs and glared angrily, as if he wanted to go up and fight.

Song Zhixun raised his hand at this time and patted the hip-hop man's shoulder, squinted his eyes, and his already fleshy face was piled up with folds at this time. He said to the little man, "This friend, are you interested in singing a song?"

As Han Da'er expected, Song Zhixun really made this request. Through this incident, it is enough to see that Han Daer has done enough homework for Song Zhixun. And Wang Shengzhe felt quite surprised. Is there such a person in the world? Interesting.

The little man stepped forward at this time, his steps were confident, and he did not show weakness in the face of the three hip-hop men, and looked up at Song Zhixun and replied, "Of course." The two confronted each other for a short time, and finally Song Zhixun handed the microphone to the little man and took a step back to make a "please" action.

"Alas, Brother Zhixun......" One of the hip-hop men wanted to say something, but Song Zhixun waved his hand and stopped him from talking.

"Ahem." The little man cleared his throat and began to sing.

In fact, the singing skills of a small man are not outstanding, probably better than ordinary people, but they are also limited. Mainly because there was Song Zhixun as a foreshadowing before, so as soon as this man's singing voice comes out, it will give people a very good illusion.

Sing a song.

The three hip-hop men were still very unconvinced, but Song Zhixun clapped his hands and said, "This gentleman is good at singing, I don't know if he is interested in joining our entertainment company?"

Under normal circumstances, in the face of Song Zhixun's invitation, he either politely refused, or nodded and agreed. But the little man chose the third. He smiled contemptuously and said in a small voice, "A bunch of garbage."

"!" Hip-hop guys can't take it anymore. Song Zhixun's face also became gloomy.

And at this time, the person with the identity who persuaded Song Zhixun to sing before didn't know whether it was an unintentional move or gloating and said, "President Song, who are you?" The words are not finished, but they leave people with endless imagination.

"Sir, I think maybe you should think again." Song Zhixun's words meant very politely, but when they came out of his mouth, it didn't look like that.

The little man shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile: "None of those present are as good as me Park Jae-he." At the same time that Park Jae-ha said this, Han Da'er didn't know where to come out, and he made a look at Wang Shengzhe and drowned in the crowd again.

Wang Shengzhe knew that it was time for him to play. Moving his neck, he looked in high spirits.

"It's time to show your acting skills~"