In many cities in China, bars have been born in the 1990s and have been the new world of young people and the place where subcultures take place. People create and exchange new music and life concepts in bars. Angry youth and literary youth meet here, performing arts, small dramas, poetry recitations, private collection displays, etc., have been held in the corners of bars in large and small cities in China.

Bar culture also occupies an important position in Qingdao's nightlife.

At night, the rich bar on Minjiang Road was very lively. The bartenders at the bar were performing wonderful fancy bartenders. Three hot "**" in the middle of the dance floor were performing hot pole dance.

Men and women in groups of three or three sat on the booth drinking green beer, watching pole dancing, and listening to exciting electronic music. This is what is called the bright lights and wine.

Tonight, the rich man will have a special performance. Wang Bo, a famous bar singer known as "Bogo", will give his last curtain call.

The number of people in the bar is 30% higher than usual. Many of them are fans of Bogo. They all heard that Bogo has signed a famous film and television company and is about to become a big star.

It was 7 o'clock, the performance ended, the music stopped, the lights in the middle of the dance floor lit up, and a fat man with a round head and a big belly appeared in the middle of the dance floor.

"If you are destined to come for a blind date, if you have money, you will spend a good night, if you meet thousands of miles, you will be friends, if you are not worth buying, you are friendship. Dear bosses, bosses, old gentlemen, old gentlemen, little old ladies, big brothers and sisters, big money, big brothers and big sisters, big brothers and big sisters, I am the emcee tonight, your good friend Fei Zaiyang."

"Fatty Zaiyang stop being cute, we have to see Bogo."

With a sound of Bogo, it stimulated the adrenal hormones of all men and women in the bar. Everyone started to cheer and shouted that Bogo would appear.

Fatty Yang smiled slightly and suddenly shouted loudly: "It's time for our rich man tonight again, areyouready - please invite Bogo."

As soon as Fatty Zaiyang finished speaking, the light suddenly became dark and bright. Fatty Zaiyang disappeared in the middle of the dance floor, replaced by a disheveled hair and a rock-like Bogo - Huang Bo appeared.

At this moment, a powder barrel was lit in the hall, screaming and cheering suddenly rang.

"Hello everyone, I am Boge Huang Bo." Huang Bo said a burst of warm applause from the scene. After the applause stopped, he smiled and took out a note and read it: "Tonight is the third anniversary wedding anniversary of Mr. Yang Yong and his lover Wu Xue. Mr. Yang Yong spent 10,000 yuan to order a song "I Can't Love You" to his lover. I hope Mr. Yang Yong and Miss Wu Xue will have a sweet love relationship, and will always unite, and bring "I Can't Love You" to everyone."

The lights are on the night, and there are so many people coming and going in a hurry

I don't want to be too nervous, I'm just like others

But you look at me, your eyes are big and bright

I'm starting to lose my opinion

...

There is a fire in my heart, it is not easy to live like this

Give you a promise and take a smile as a letter

But I can't catch you

Don't want to face it slightly

Love you endlessly

Love is always so difficult

Don't want to face it slightly

Love you endlessly

Love is always so difficult

......

Chen Lin and Zhang Lei sat on a booth near the bar and quietly admired Huang Bo who was full of energy on the stage. His singing was loud and he sang and danced on the stage, and his movements were very intense.

Huang Bo sang very happily, and the audience around him were also enthusiastic. Several waves of female audiences went up to have flowers. After singing a song, a bunch of flowers had been placed in front of him.

In addition to sending flowers, Chen Lin also saw a male audience giving cash. He thought it was dazzled. After taking a closer look, he found that it was really money. He was obviously more than 10 large bills.

In addition, a bald man sent a bottle of beer on it. Huang Bo blew it in one breath without saying a word, which immediately caused applause from his friend named at the scene.

This is the bar, this is the favorite nightlife of young people nowadays.

That night, Huang Bo sang 12 songs in one go, and the rich man almost became his solo concert.

Chen Lin paid special attention to him killing a total of 16 bottles of Qingdao beer on the stage. He walked a little sloppy at the end, but in the end it was Zhang Lei who helped him out.

After leaving the bar, Chen Lin saw that Huang Bo was a little drunk, so he sat down at a nearby roadside stall for a while.

After ordering a few side dishes, Huang Bo is about to drink again just after sitting down.

“The waiter took a bottle of beer.”

"We don't drink, let's have a pot of tea. Huang Bo, you have enough tonight, don't drink it."

"This is not good, I want to pay a cup to you by my boss."

"Okay, let's use tea instead of wine, and the intention is the same."

After Chen Lin's dissuasion, Huang Bo stopped drinking and toasted his new boss Chen Lin with tea instead of wine.

"Huang Bo, the bar singer looks quite exciting and the income is good. Are you reluctant to leave?"

"There are two types of singers, one is the idol and the other is the powerful. I am the third type of physical strength. Boss, you have seen it. I am 24 years old this year. If I don't change careers, I can't sing anymore and my physical strength can't keep up."

Huang Bo said it was relaxed and interesting, but Chen Lin did hear a hint of bitterness. The life of bar singers is very irregular. They rest during the day and go to work at night. Sometimes they have to attend several venues a night. Not to mention anything else, what Chen Lin saw tonight is like a bar singer not only needs to be able to sing and dance, but also needs to have a good alcohol tolerance.

Three-year-old children know that drinking alcohol is harmful to their health, not to mention that Huang Bo drinks every day and gets drunk every few days. Chen Lin must not be able to stand this kind of life. The only thing that can be understood in this industry is that people who do this...

"Boss, I originally planned to go to Guangzhou or Beijing to be a singer, but I really didn't think you would ask me to be an actor. I have never acted in a show. Do you think it's reliable? And I'm still wondering how you know me, boss." Huang Bo suddenly asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Maybe this is fate. As soon as I see you, I feel that you are the actor I want. Your face is favored by the audience." Chen Lin said with a smile.

"Haha, I think so, I have no other advantages besides being handsome."

"Hahaha......"

Huang Bo's narcissistic words made Chen Lin laugh out loud, and even Zhang Lei couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

This kind of low-level joke could not achieve such jokes, but with the unique Qingdao accent and Huang Bo's honest and innocent face, the effect of a normal joke came out of his mouth was very different.

Not bad, he is the Golden Horse Award winner, and the future box office gold-snatching king. Chen Lin laughed with casual words.

After finally stopping his smile, Chen Lin saw that it was getting late and he would rush to the northeast to see Sun Honglei tomorrow morning, so the three of them got up and returned to the hotel.

The next morning, Chen Lin took Huang Bo to board the flight to Harbin.

......

On December 13, in Harbin, the temperature was minus 10 degrees Celsius.

In the biting cold wind, the Mercedes-Benz carriages carrying Chen Lin, Huang Bo and Zhang Lei stopped in front of a dilapidated and old Russian-style old house in Daoli District, Harbin.

"My mother, it's so cold!"

As soon as he got off the car, Chen Lin and Huang Bo couldn't help but tremble when they were blown by the cold wind. They quickly wrapped the scarf around their necks tighter. Only Zhang Lei seemed to be nothing. He was from Northeastern. This kind of weather was nothing for him.

Alas, if it weren't for Sun Honglei, I would have been willing to come to the north in winter.

The climate of Northeast China of minus 10 degrees Celsius really makes Chen Lin, a southerner, feel unbearable. Huang Bo is the same. Qingdao is a coastal city with a climate similar to that of the south.

"Mr. Lin, the person you are looking for will live here." Zhang Lei said, pointing to the dilapidated house in front of him.

The house is a four-story tube building with a distinctive former Soviet style and is indeed very old.

Chen Lin watched Sun Honglei’s TV interview in his previous life. He said that his family was poor and he was from a grassroots family. Look at this dilapidated house, it’s really like this.

Sun Honglei's family lives on the third floor. His father is a teacher and his mother is a worker. They are all ordinary people.

Sun Honglei was not at home and had not come back since he went out in the morning. His parents politely treated Chen Lin and the other two.

When Sun's father saw Chen Lin talking and having an extraordinary temperament, he guessed that he was a person with status and status. Sure enough, when Chen Lin revealed his identity, he corrected his guess.

"Mr. Chen, wait a moment, I'll call Honglei to go home." Sun's father did not dare to be negligent and quickly got up and wanted to go out to make a call.

"Uncle Sun, are you going outside to make a phone call?"

"Yes, I don't have a phone number at home, so I'll go to the shop opposite downstairs to make a phone call."

"Uncle Sun, just use my phone to call. Don't go down if the weather is so cold."

"This~~thank you."

Sun's father hesitated for a moment and took Chen Lin's cell phone and dialed Sun Honglei's cell phone.

"Honglei, where are you now? Go home quickly."

"I'm at my classmate's house, dad, whose cell phone are you using? Is there something wrong at home?"

"A distinguished guest came to your house, and he was looking for you."

"What VIP, who is it?"

"Yes-oh, wait a moment, Mr. Chen wants to talk to you."

"Hey, it's Honglei."

"I am Sun Honglei, who is Mr. Chen?"

"Haha, my name is Chen Lin, Er Dong Chen, Shulin Lin, I am..."

Chen Lin introduced himself. After the introduction, Sun Honglei on the other end of the phone did not respond for 30 seconds and did not say a word.

"Hey, Honglei, are you still here?"

"I'm here, you - are you really the Chen Lin from Jade Emperor Entertainment?"

"Haha, it's like a fake one."

"Huh!" A breathing sound came from the phone, "Mr. Chen, I'll be back soon, dud--"

A busy voice came from the phone, and the anxious Sun Honglei had already hung up the phone.

Minutes later, Sun Honglei returned home. After entering the door, he couldn't help but look shocked on his face when he saw Chen Lin. It was really like a fake Chen Lin, the chairman of Jade Emperor Entertainment, Chen Lin, Hua Zelei in F4, and the author of the "Death" comic.
Chapter completed!