"Fang Jing, I didn't expect it was really you. I often heard Lei Zi talk about you and thought he was bragging." Lao Xie smiled very shyly and honestly, not at all like a man in his thirties.
"I like your music very much, but the styles are so varied that I can't learn enough. Let's talk about it if we have time."
Zhao Lei glanced at him, shook his head and said: "He is such a busy man, how can he have time? Let's wait for the next life."
"Who said that?" Fang Jing said unhappily, "I'm a little busy now. When I have time to rest and travel here, I'll find you. I'll bankrupt your bar, believe it or not?"
His face darkened, Zhao Lei chuckled a few times, and Lao Xie looked at him a few times. After taking a few sips of wine, he said: "I'm afraid there is no chance, we will close next month."
"Why, are you going to wander again? Didn't I tell you that you are no longer young? Can't you find a place to enjoy your old age peacefully?"
"No!" Zhao Lei shook his head, "You can tell by the popularity of this bar. If there is no business, I can't even pay the rent next month. What else can I do if I don't run away? How about... you lend me some money to help me make ends meet?"
"No borrowing!"
As soon as the words came out, Wu Jiajia was shocked, Lao Xie was disappointed, and Zhao Lei looked embarrassed, blushing as red as a monkey's butt, and could barely find a crack in the ground to get in.
"Hey! How much is the difference? I'll invest in some shares."
"ah?"
"You don't want me to make money, do you?"
Zhao Lei was depressed, "No, why are you doing this small business like ours? Whatever..."
"No problem!" Before he finished speaking, Lao Xie interrupted, waved his hand and said boldly: "As one of the major shareholders, I agree. How much share do you want to invest?"
Fang Jing raised his head and smiled, "How much can you give me?"
After making some mental calculations, Lao Xie tried to say: "Six hundred thousand, you hold 30% of the shares."
"Okay, get the contract ready and I'll come over to sign it tomorrow."
"Thank you!" Zhao Lei was grateful, picked up a bottle of wine and had a drink with Fang Jing.
"What are you talking about? Come on, drink!"
Lao Xie went out and came back ten minutes later with a plate of barbecue, full of kidneys and leeks, insisting on being a landlord.
When Wu Jiajia quit, she became anxious on the spot. Artists need to take good care of their figure. If you gain weight, who will ask you for endorsements and dramas?
"No, Fang Jing can't eat such greasy food. It won't be good if he gets fat later. Leave it to me and I'll eat it."
"Here we go!" Fang Jing said vaguely while eating something in his mouth. "The warrior spreads a fat ladder."
I have never been fat since I was a child. No matter what I eat, it's the same. Well! Speaking of working in the countryside, there seems to be no fat person. You can be fat and face the loess every day, and you will lose weight in ten and a half months.
But he really couldn't gain weight. Even after his debut, he couldn't eat until he was eighty percent full and felt like he would throw up if he took one more bite. At most, he had a slightly bulging belly that went away after half a month of exercise.
"Fang Jing, I'm really useless. I fail in everything I do." Zhao Lei got drunk while drinking. "Yu Meng's parents don't agree with us being together. They look down on star actors and actresses and say I'm poor."
"To be honest, sometimes I envy Lao Xie. At least the people he likes are willing to risk their lives for him."
…
It was already after eleven o'clock when he came out of the bar. Fang Jing, who was known to never get drunk after a thousand drinks, had a headache. Wu Jiajia supported him and looked around carefully, really afraid that Fang Jing would suddenly rush out and hit the truck.
Pushing her hand away, Fang Jing waved and exhaled, "I'm not drunk yet. Let's take a taxi and go back."
"Oh! I told you to drink less, but luckily you're not in the Magic City, otherwise Sister Ning would have fired me."
Wu Jiajia really doesn't understand what's so good about this wine. It's so spicy and not sweet. If you drink too much, you'll get drunk and vomit.
"Leizi is a long-time friend of mine. He is already heartbroken. Why don't I have a few drinks with him?"
Wu Jiajia curled her lips and said, "I would say that your friend is a bit weak in character. He is not straightforward and persistent in his feelings. He is not a persistent stalker at all."
He stopped a taxi with Andy Lau's God's Will in it, and the two of them sat in the back seat.
"My love cannot be hidden"
"At the mercy of the ruthless world"
"I'm not afraid of pain or losing."
"I'm afraid no matter how hard I try, it won't help."
Fang Jing hummed softly, and after a while he said: "If risking one's life can get a glimmer of hope, who wouldn't want to persevere? But if the word "thank you" comes out of the lottery, will you continue to scratch it in the future?"
"I would like to advise you, if you have someone you like in the future, don't be reserved. If someone confesses to you, just go ahead, otherwise you will regret it."
Turning her face away, Wu Jiajia pouted and waved her fist, "That can only mean that the love is not deep enough. If it's me, as long as I believe it, it will lead to darkness."
…
The next day, the cast and crew arrived one after another.
"Hello, Teacher Fang Jing, I like your songs very much and I am your idol."
"Hello! I, uh, are you my idol?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Early in the morning, as soon as Fang Jing went downstairs to have breakfast, he met fifteen-year-old Wang Yuan. He was not very tall and looked like a junior high school student. He spoke nervously and a little incoherently, which made Zhao Liying behind him laugh.
"No, no, you are my idol." Wang Yuan waved his hand hurriedly.
Fang Jing's music field is so high that he has now joined the top group of popular music. He has won countless awards and can be said to be the most popular singer at the moment.
A professional music critic once said that based on the quality of Fang Jing's current works, if he were not still too young, it would not be too much to call him a king.
The difference in status between them is so big that they are not on the same level at all. Now Wang Yuan can only look up at Fang Jing. It is strange that he is not nervous when they meet for the first time.
"Okay, I know what you mean. You are also my idol. Have you eaten? I'm treating you."
"No, no, I'm not hungry."
He obviously hasn't eaten since he got off the plane, but Wang Yuan is a bit cautious and doesn't dare to eat with Fang Jing.
"I just came, you can arrange it. I'm hungry."
This was not the first time that Zhao Liying and Fang Jing met, and their conversation was not very informal. Her room was across the road, and she came here specifically to say hello this time.
"Okay, you wait first, sit down in the lobby for a while, I'll buy it right away, and I'll be back in ten minutes."
For Wu Jiajia, a foodie, the first thing she looks for when visiting a place is a snack bar. In her words, food is among the people.
As soon as Fang Jing came back yesterday, he listened to her talk endlessly about her own feat of trying poison, and finally came to the conclusion that the dishes cooked by two families were delicious and the breakfast by one was delicious, which made him a little greedy.
"Teacher Fang Jing is so easy to talk to. He has no airs at all." Wang Yuan looked at Fang Jing's leaving figure, his eyes filled with little stars.
Zhao Liying joked, "He debuted a few months younger than you. You are the senior, so you have to behave like a senior."
Wang Yuan shook his head wildly, "I don't dare."
Unless he was kicked in the head by a donkey to act like a senior in front of Fang Jing, the two of them are not at the same level.
"Sister Liying, please sit here for now. I'm going to say hello to the other seniors."