Legend of comedians

Chapter 32
Li Pingan didn't know the relationship between Lin Mengge and Luo Qingcheng, and he was on his way right now.

The rush hour in Tianjing can be described as terrifying. The five-kilometer-long street was congested, and the entire driveway was filled with the sound of 'Didi' horns.

Sitting in the car, Li Pingan grinned. Through the car window, except for the vehicles on both sides and the buildings in the distance, all the red lights behind the car were flashing. The red light spread for five kilometers, which was a bit spectacular.

"Damn, I usually don't see this group of people, but they all ran out at this point."

The driver was smoking a cigarette, cursing impatiently, and honking the horn heavily from time to time.

"Young man, do you see that you are not from Tianjing?"

Bored, the driver began to chat with Li Pingan.

"I'm from Shangjiang."

Li Pingan replied truthfully.

"Hey! From the Devil's City, it's a good idea. Do you mean Tianjing or the Devil's City?"

Li Pingan thought for a while, and smiled; "That depends on whether it is on the viaduct. The elevated bridge on the Shangjiang River is really fatal, but..."

Li Pingan looked at the surrounding scenery and said with a smile: "Based on the current standard, Tianjing is much more congested."

"Haha. The young man is very interesting."

Looking at Li Pingan who was talking eloquently, the master driver laughed, turned to look at Li Pingan and said, "Where did you go to university?"

"I just graduated this year and work in a TV station."

Li Pingan knew all the asking routines, so he said it simply and perfunctorily.

"Working in a TV station?! I even got a star in this car! I have to give an autograph!"

While talking, the master driver took out a paper and pen from the co-pilot's storage box and handed them over.

Li Pingan took it, scratched his head, and said, "I'm not famous."

"Which star is popular at the beginning? I'm investing in potential stocks, just like playing stocks, hurry up, hurry up."

The driver urged him nonchalantly, so Li Pingan could only write his name in block letters with a wry smile. At the same time, he began to underestimate whether it was really time to practice artistic signature.

Although there are not many people looking for his autograph, but at least there are, right?

Knowing that Li Pingan works in the TV station, the driver seemed to have found a topic. He kept chattering, and the more he talked, the more interested he was. Li Pingan was a little confused when he heard it, and he wanted to plug his ears. He is also quite talkative, but not like the driver who can chat about everything.

Talking with the driver along the way, after more than an hour, Li Pingan finally arrived at the destination.

Tianjing, behind Times Square.
Behind Times Square, there is a gourmet area with unique buildings. Many stores have doormen smiling to welcome customers. Li Pingan is a little dazzled.

As a graduate who has just stepped out of society, this high-end area is very strange to Li Pingan.

Comparing the address in the text message on the mobile phone, Li Pingan stopped in front of an antique restaurant.

The big red door, the high threshold, and two door beasts have the feeling of a wealthy family in ancient times.

After checking that the address was correct, Li Pingan walked up.

"Hello."

The doorman in Hanfu at the door bowed respectfully and greeted with a smile.

The doorman's attitude was very good, at least Li Pingan didn't feel that the other party discriminated against him because of his cheap clothes.

"I'm going to room 410." Li Pingan said.

"plz follow me."

The doorman still brought Li Pingan into the restaurant with a smile on his face..
Walking into the room, the whole building suddenly opens up, and the whole wall is made of a kind of fir, exuding a faint fragrance.

"This way."

Follow the doorman into a corner, and the door number plate 410 comes into view
With a thank you, Li Pingan knocked lightly on the door and walked in.

"Hahaha, you are here."

Mi Guozhong got up first, and there were four people sitting on the table, including Li Pingan, there were five people.

Three men and one woman are all stars who were once popular and now expired.

"Let me introduce, this is Li Pingan, the host of the love letter show, of course. You are more familiar than me."

Mi Guozhong walked up to Li Pingan with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and introduced.

"Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, but I am looking forward to you."

Once a popular male singer, Deng Shuang greeted with a warm smile.

"I heard Brother Mi say that you are very young. I didn't feel much about it at the time. Now that I see you in person, you are really a hero born out of a teenager."

Qiao Yuan also complimented Li Pingan.

"Hello."

The only woman, Liu Yun was not as relaxed as the other two, and nodded her head a little stiffly.

"Hello, seniors."

Li Pingan also bowed in return, and everyone greeted each other, and took their seats under Mi Guozhong's greeting.

There are already a lot of dishes on the table, still steaming hot, and there are three bottles of red makeup old Beijing wine in the middle. This kind of wine is expensive, but Li Pingan's monthly income is enough to drink this bottle up.

"Come, come, everyone is here, let's have some food first, and let's have a drink later."

It's easy to talk about things at the dinner table, and the others obviously have experience and are not in a hurry, but after chatting, there is still some meaning that they want to get close to Li Pingan.

On the other hand, Li Pingan was busy eating food. After shopping for a day, he met another killer on the road. He was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back. Therefore, although he was talking with other people, his chopsticks never stopped. Keep picking food from the table.

Satisfied with wine and food, Mi Guozhong began to open the wine bottle, and said with a smile: "Red makeup old Beijing wine, this thing is very expensive."

"Okay, okay, let's take your love, okay?"

Qiao Yuan shook his head and laughed.

"That's what it means."

Mi Guozhong laughed loudly, poured wine for Li Pingan himself, and then poured a glass for everyone else.

"As the saying goes, you rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out. In the future, you will know each other. When you meet, you will nod and say hello. This will be easy to handle." After a pause, Mi Guozhong smiled and said: "This glass of wine Have a drink first."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Li Pingan, and the others also looked at Li Pingan with burning eyes.

To drink or not to drink? .It also means whether today's matter can be done.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Li Pingan's face, but it was fleeting. He raised his glass and drank it down.

"it is good!!--"

Everyone shouted loudly, their faces were full of joy, this matter is considered to be half done,
On the other hand, Li Pingan's face was flushed. He never drank white wine, because it was too hot, and now he felt a burning sensation from his throat to his stomach, and the pungent alcohol smell made him uncomfortable.

"How much is this wine?"

Li Pingan kept breathing, and asked with a fierce look.

Mi Guozhong chuckled, took a sip lightly, shrugged and said, "Hehe, I didn't even say cheers, hey. I'm still too young."

Li Pingan's eyes widened when he saw this fucking look, and said, "Brother Mi, when did you become so eloquent?"

Mi Guozhong shrugged and said: "I couldn't let go before, I learned from you in two episodes of variety shows."

Li Pingan: "."

(End of this chapter)