The meal was enjoyable, except for the slightest episode, of course, but it didn't affect the atmosphere.

After eating, several interns were no longer restrained, and they finally caught such an opportunity to slaughter the wrongs, so they naturally would not let it go. Besides, it was only nine o'clock at this time, and the nightlife in Hong Kong had just begun, and they were all young people, so of course they didn't want to let go of this rare opportunity.

There are more people when eating, and when you go to play, there are half fewer people.

Zhong Zhenguo and several old experts are old, and they are all tired at this time, so naturally they will not follow this group of young people anymore. So, after Yan Murong arranged for the driver to send several people back, the group went straight to the entertainment city.

For outsiders, Yan Murong can be stingy, but for these people, Yan Murong is very generous. With a wave of his hand, the two luxury cars drove towards the most expensive and highest-grade Anglo-Hong Kong entertainment club in Hong Kong.

This clubhouse is different from other private clubs. You don't have to have a membership card, but it's very expensive to spend - as long as you have money, even if you're a food begger, they'll give you the same as your ancestors.

When it comes to nightlife, Yan Murong is a layman, and after arriving at the club, Hua Cuo became the protagonist, and all the activities were arranged by him, and the group entered a private room under the leadership of the waiter.

What makes Yan Murong have to sigh is that the consumption here is indeed ridiculously expensive, even if it is a white-collar worker - no, even if it is a gold-collar class, a month's salary here is not enough to open a box for an hour.

There is no shortage of money to spend wrong, and they have often been in this kind of place before, but those six interns have never been to this kind of high-end club, and since they entered the hall, their eyes have not been idle.

After ordering some drinks and eating, Hua Cao generously took out a stack of tips and stuffed them into the deep ditch on the princess's chest in the box, and then kicked her out.

"Come on, it's rare for our Dean Yan to have a treat, eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, don't save money for him." Hua said as he picked up a bottle of beer. "Beer is horse urine, there is no degree, let's have a dozen primers first, and then we will come to the red one later."

"Wow, Deputy Director Hua, do you want to drink red wine later?" Liu Jing exclaimed in surprise. "Can I order a bottle of Lafite? It is said to be delicious. ”

"What is Rafi?" Hua Wrong laughed. "Wait for a bottle of Romani Conti for you to taste—but first, you'll have to ask Dean Yan if he's willing to pay."

"Feel free to do whatever you want." Yan Murong waved his hand generously. "I'm having a treat today, and you're happy—that's wrong, how much is a bottle of Romanie Conti?"

"It's cheap." Hua Wrong smiled cheaply. "It's only a hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars."

“――”

Yan Murong regretted it, regretted agreeing so happily, although Teng Xiangling didn't follow, but now there are eight people in the box, obviously, a bottle of red wine is definitely not enough.

"Come, let's sing."

After drinking a bottle of beer, Liu Jing jumped up from the sofa, her little face flushed, and she didn't know if it was because of excitement or drinking. She took the initiative to run to the computer, turned her head to look at the crowd, and asked. "What song do you sing? I'll give you some. ”

"Song of a Good Man." Flower Mistake yelled. "Although we have pigtails, we are also pure masters, and if we want to sing, we will sing the songs of pure masters."

"Okay." Liu Jing responded crisply, and her eyes looked at Yan Murong and the others again.

Soon, after the interns finished ordering the song they were going to sing, Yan Murong sat there with an embarrassed expression.

"Can you not sing?" Yan Murong asked with an embarrassed expression.

"Dean Yan, Teacher Yan, Brother Yan, how can you not sing?" Hearing that Yan Murong didn't want to sing, Liu Jing quit. "You're a leader, why don't you have to set an example for me? You see, Deputy Director Hua has ordered such a domineering song, as the dean, how can you have a more domineering song, right? ”

"That's right, Boss Yan, we've all ordered, it's a little unreasonable if you don't order." Hua Cuo also echoed and said. "Don't worry, everyone is young, even if you run out of tune and out of the atmosphere, we won't laugh at you."

"But—I really can't sing."

Yan Murong was about to cry, let him cure the disease and save people, let him raise a knife to kill people, but he couldn't sing.

It's not a question of whether to practice or not, it's a natural flaw. Just as some people are born with color blindness, Yan Murong's defect is incomplete pentatonic sound.

When it came to this, Yan Murong was depressed.

I remember one time, when he followed the old man to practice medicine in a Miao village in Sichuan, just in time for the Miao Sisters' Day, listening to those beautiful mountain songs, Yan Murong, whose puberty had not yet completely passed, howled a few times in the spring-as a result, as soon as his singing came out, the mountains instantly became extremely quiet, and then, there was a burst of laughter that echoed in the mountains for a long time. Even the old man looked at him strangely, and then kept a certain distance from him for several days.

"Isn't it? So faceless? Flower Mistake shouted. Damn, it's a big deal, I'll invite you to sing a song today, how about it? ”

"It's not a question of who's in for a treat." Yan Murong said with a bitter face. "I can't sing at all, aren't you chasing ducks to the shelves?"

"You're incomplete?"

"Yes, I don't have all five notes, and it's hard to sing well."

Yan Murong did not hesitate to expose his shortcomings and did not want to sing. After all, but as soon as he sang it, he couldn't afford to lose that person.

"Don't be afraid." Hua Cuo said with a serious face. "I have lived for more than 20 years, I raised pigs at home when I was a child, and I have seen pigs killed during the Chinese New Year, I don't think the sound is so ugly, is your singing more ugly than killing pigs?"

“――”

Yan Murong really wanted to slap this bastard to death, and actually compared killing pigs to his singing - however, Yan Murong admitted that his singing was indeed worse than killing pigs.

"Isn't it?" Hua Cuo looked stunned. "Boss, don't tell me that you really sing worse than killing pigs."

"This—" Yan Murong said with a shy face. "No, it's actually a little better than killing a pig."

"Then sing it." Hua Wrong breathed a sigh of relief. "There are too many amazing things in this era, and you don't have to worry about it - to tell you, when I was in college, I was the champion of the Campus Singer Grand Prix for three consecutive years, and they all called me Xiao Zhang Xueyou. Boss Yan, even if you sing, even if you don't have a word in tune, I promise that I can train you to be a little Jacky Zhang in one night. ”

"Really?" Yan Murong had some expectations, after all, he didn't want his perfect image to be completely shattered because he couldn't sing.

"Is that fake?" Hua Tso patted his chest and reassured.

"Okay, then I'll sing." Yan Murong gritted his teeth, nodded and agreed, and then, looking at Hua Cuo with some hesitation, said. "I can't sing domineering, can I be a little fresh?"

"Okay." Hua Wrong nodded. "Actually, in addition to calling me Jacky Zhang, they also call me the Fresh Little Prince - you say, do you sing "To Hug", "Drifting Bottle" or "The More You Grow Up, the Lonelier"?"

"I-" Yan Murong looked shy. "Is Pink Memories okay? A little fresh in the eighties. ”

PS: Damn, I actually had heat stroke...... It's weather. By the way, Huoxiang Zhengqi water is so bad that I still want to vomit when I burp.