Cheng Yuanfang insisted on not letting Chen Fusheng send it, leaving Chen Fusheng alone on the railing and couldn't hold back a satisfactory sentence when he wanted to sigh melancholy, but he inadvertently remembered a sentence written by his daughter-in-law at the end of the second volume of "The Great Tide" of "The History of Chinese Educated Youth", and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Chen Fusheng was made by Cheng Yuanfang to drink and smoke, the wine is not home-brewed sorghum wine, and the cigarette is not the toad toad tobacco that the crazy old man took out little by little, waved his hand and motioned downstairs Lin Jun and Yu Yunbao, who had just finished getting familiar with the field under the leadership of Jia Peng, came up, Yu Yunbao didn't understand the city government, and he didn't know the rules well, he only knew that he stood beside Chen Fusheng and smirked, and secretly glanced at Yuan Chun who was debugging the guitar on the stage from time to time, and he didn't hide his surprise at the pillar of the password, Lin Jun was much more sleek, took the initiative to pour Chen Fusheng and himself a glass of wine, handed it to Chen Fusheng respectfully, and said: "Brother Chen, dare to give you a glass, you are free, I will do it first." ”

Chen Fusheng didn't put on a score, but he drank it all in one go, looked at this interesting young man who was dressed very "cynical", and said with a smile: "Jia Peng didn't make things difficult for you, right?" ”

"Nope." Lin Jun smiled, neither humble nor arrogant. Yu Yunbao wanted to say something, but Lin Jun glared at him as subtly as possible, Yu Yunbao has never been assertive in major matters, so he obediently remained silent, looking unconvinced.

In fact, Chen Fusheng has long seen the private confrontation between Jia Peng and them, Jia Peng is a hard worker, and he is loyal to his master, but it does not mean that he is a good gentleman, he is very possessive, as long as Chen Fusheng is not in the password field, it is his territory, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, even Yuan Chun has no problem with him, Lin Jun and Yu Yunbao parachuted into the password, of course Jia Peng wants to establish his prestige, and has not given the two of them a good face, and he regards himself as the second person in the general manager of the bar everywhere, and Chen Fusheng does not intend to mediate from it, If Lin Jun and Yu Yunbao can't even win Jia Peng's trust and respect, they will only have to cover the field for him and get a dead salary for a month.

Back then, in Shanshui Huamen, Wei Duangong also looked at himself who drove a battery car in the community and planned to "meet" him? Chen Fusheng didn't speak, Lin Jun quietly pulled the uninteresting Yu Yunbao downstairs to work together, although Zhou Xiaoque and Fan Mouse are Chen Fusheng's bodyguards, but both of them know it well and have a tacit understanding, the distance between Fan Mouse and Chen Fusheng is generally controlled within two meters, and Zhou Xiaoque is a little farther away from the pass, the river does not violate the river, and the two are safe.

After 8 o'clock, customers began to patronize the password bar one after another, Chen Fusheng has been lying on the railing to calculate the flow, the turnover is not easy to say, in terms of the number of people alone, it is about 60% of the peak of the same period, which makes Chen Fusheng greatly relieved, it seems that Jia Peng hyped up the small means of the two murderers who were killed by him to achieve good results, the bar generally has two more significant rules, the cluster effect and the Jewish effect, the former can be called a cocoon bar that is not touched, the latter is very important, rubbing the bridge of the nose, Thinking about how to take the sword to break and stand up.

After 9 o'clock, Chen Fusheng found that some young people in Nanjing's second and third lines had made an appointment to come to the party together, and his boss naturally couldn't turn a blind eye, and went downstairs to toast in person, Yuan Chun was busy blocking the wine for Chen Fusheng.

Chen Fusheng was a little relieved after determining that Yuan Chun had a large amount of more than a pound of liquor, he now had a little headache when he smelled the wine, especially the red wine, there was Yuan Chun's girl's house in the way, and those big-name customers who came to cheer with real money were also embarrassed to pour too much wine, it was already 10 o'clock in a round, Chen Fusheng and Yuan Chun were both slightly drunk, and Chen Fusheng, who was finally able to be free, suddenly found that Yuan Chun covered his mouth, it was estimated that beer vodka whiskey and wine began to turn over after mixing in her stomach, Hurriedly pulled her to the bathroom, looking at her after rushing into the toilet, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed, Chen Fusheng washed his face and sobered up a lot, Yuan Chun's face was much better when he came out, and he smiled after rinsing his mouth: "It's okay, I'll be sober when I vomit." ”

"Are you alright?" Chen Fusheng will be suspicious.

Yuan Chun looked mysterious, blinked, and walked out of the bathroom with a suspense.

On the stage, the Black Goat Band, which was discovered by Yuan Chun and finally cultivated by Cheng Yuanfang, was playing Bon Jovi's "itsmylife", the lead singer is a very handsome young man, shawl hair, eyes with the vicissitudes and arrogance of a girl who can seduce the flower season, the voice is slightly hoarse, full of rare penetration, the bass, drummer, keyboardist and guitarist are also very good-looking, decadent, feminine and masculine all kinds of temperament are all together, plus a very resonant melody, the audience stood up together, The lead singer has both idol-level appearance and powerful singing voice, and under his leadership, many animals who are familiar with Bon Jovi began to roar together, even if there are laymen who don't understand Bon Jove, the phrase "itsmylife" can still be sung, and the atmosphere immediately exploded.

The black goats, who officially debuted on stage for the first time, let the Nanjing night show their amazing skills and became a blockbuster.

When Chen Fusheng returned to the second floor, he found that the bar with an attendance rate of about 80% suddenly quieted down, and the colorful lights dimmed for a moment, a young girl who had never bought a single cosmetic product since she was a child walked up to the stage with a guitar, ponytail, white shirt and jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes on her feet, pure as a lotus, sitting on a chair in the center of the stage, bowing her head and plucking the silk strings, singing a song "Father" composed by herself.

I am like a seed, implanted in the soil of my father's love, accustomed to the warm embrace, I don't want to grow, he said that there is the brightest sun above the soil, so I drill out of the soil with my father's expectations, Smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants, one day I was going to wander far away with the immature ideals depicted by youth, he said, don't forget the appearance of my mother, I let the years steal his black hair, it was I who let time rob him of his health, it was I who let the dusk easily stretch his back, the hardships of life, he was silent and tasted alone, watching me grow up little by little, it is the best compensation, without myself getting old little by little, towards the sorrow of the sunset, one day I will choose to bury him and sing in front of his grave...... There was silence.

Everyone was looking at the woman with a pure temperament, playing and singing quietly, and mourning softly.

Chen Fusheng stood on the second floor in a daze, standing in the dark, with red eyes, like a stubborn child who hid in the corner of the wall after being injured and refused to let others comfort him. Listening to the clean singing voice and simple lyrics, his heart tightened for a while, Chen Yuanshu didn't understand why he wanted to buy a set of "History of China's Educated Youth", Cao Pujia understood, so she wrote: If you can be happy and stable in this life, who would like to be displaced.

(To be continued)