Golden Years

There's still tens of thousands of dollars inside the card. I don't dare to easily touch that money because I'm planning to do something about it.

That is to say, I only have enough money to eat, drink and rent every month.

Oil money was all used to swipe a card, so going to a supermarket would also be used to swipe a card. Gradually, he accumulated so many credit card bills.

At this time, I was more aware that I was in need of money. Although I was from Beijing, people in need of money were always bitter, especially men.

There was a very strange thing that happened that day. A strange phone call came to me and asked me first if I had a Winged God sedan. I thought they were selling car insurance, but later on the phone said no, they were an xx company and wanted to invite some randomly selected car owners to do a questionnaire or something.

I patiently listened for a long time. Finally, I said that if I came, I would be able to pay two hundred yuan for the investigation.

I've never seen or heard of it before, and I think it's a lie. However, thinking about it, that place wasn't far from the east 40, he didn't mind making a trip there. If he really was a swindler, then he would just run away.

After that, a young girl came to pick him up. She was quite friendly and brought him to a free parking space before heading upstairs. The procedure was simple. It was like a medical examination in a hospital. There were rooms with people asking questions in succession. All of them were about cars. "For example, design a concept map for several car companies and ask me what I think of them. Also, let me find the characteristics of a certain brand of car in some of the designs.

In the end, after less than an hour, he sealed the envelope with two hundred dollars.

It was funny, I thought. Two hundred for free, enough for two meals or half a month's worth of cigarettes.

It was getting dark and it was raining when he left the research company. In short, the road was rather messy. There were many people lining up at the bus stop, waiting for a bus. Hiring a taxi was even less likely. There were basically no empty taxis on the street.

F * ck, the worst part was the traffic jam!

At that time, I was bored to death, so I headed east bit by bit, thinking that it would be better if I could reach the second ring. At this moment, the phone rang again. It was from Shuai Shuai. I thought to myself that this guy went out at noon. She definitely called for me to pick him up from the electric ring now, and she must have brought Duoduo out with him.

After answering it, he really didn't ask. He said he was out with a friend who couldn't get a lift, and he said he was in a hurry and wanted to go to the bridge and ask where I was and if he could pick me up.

When I asked, they were not too far away, near the art gallery, and then I turned a few times and in less than ten minutes they were connected.

After parking the car by the side of the road, Shuai Shuai and the two of them went to the front seat and a boy came up from the back.

I didn't deliberately turn my head to look, but after roughly glancing at him while we were parking the car, I saw through the mirror that this boy looked young, probably a little younger than Shuai Shuai. His hair was short, and he wore a thick, dark colored jacket. He had a normal look, and wore black-framed glasses.

At that time, I didn't know who they were, and thought they were Shuai Shuai's fellow villagers or little bros. Then, he said in an arrogant tone: "Bro, I'm sorry I came too late." Blockade...

The boy politely smiled and said, "Thank you. I really can't get a taxi today."

Her accent was very standard, with a Beijing accent. From the looks of it, she was not from Shuai Shuai's hometown.

Then I started to drive forward, and Big Thorny said, Shuai Shuai, you aren't even going to introduce you to your friends?

Shuai Shuai said, yes, this is my brother Zhang Hao, and this is Little Lei, my friend.

I nodded my head. I didn't say anything along the way anyway, so I got lucky and didn't get stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the Three Moons Bridge. It was a smooth ride for the boy to get to his seat.

After Little Lei got off the car, he took the initiative to stop them, and said thank you, or something like that.

After that, Shuai Shuai and I turned around again and went to drink wine that was working outside the building. I casually asked, Shuai Shuai, who is this friend of yours?

Shuai Shuai said, damn it, this brat is too powerful!

How can you be so awesome?

Handsome thought for a moment and said: "This is a guest I met when I was at the back of the sea." Every time he came here, he would drive a good car. Sometimes, he would even drive a sports car. He was very young, and every time, he would bring a different girl along. "I've met him since then. His family has quite a background, including 'government' officials, executives, and his family is a leader in the military …

What Shuai Shuai meant was that this unassuming Little Lei was not only a rich second generation, but also an official second generation.

I was wondering, "Is this wrong?" Li Tao was still a fuerdai, acting like an arrogant bird everyday … This boy was so polite and refined, how could he be a fuerdai?

Perhaps, the real noblemen and noblemen, their world and circle of life are too far away from ordinary people like us, so we don't understand.

At that time, I had a very big question in my mind.

That's not right? If Little Lei was really like that, every time he went there he would drive a good car. Why didn't he drive today, and he seemed so low-key?

Shuai Shuai replied me: Brother, you're thinking too much. Sometimes, these kids from rich families like to keep a low profile. Didn't you see the Immortal Deity Stage before? This is called the Transcending Mortality Stage …

Then he changed the subject and said, "Bro, I heard from the manager that a female singer came to our store for an interview tonight. Can you guess if this girl looks good?"

To tell the truth, because our wine environment is good, our customers are more high-end, mainly white collar... So a lot of North Floating Singers want to sing here.

How to put it, everyone who loves music has a dream in their heart, to be applauded by the audience at a certain moment on stage... They hoped that this would be where their dreams would start. They hoped that they could also become Zhang Liangying and Chen Chusheng. They hoped that they could become a superstar standing on the stage one day.

Moreover, they were always under the illusion that there would be a broker or famous artiste among those who would applaud, and because they admired him, they would help him take a shortcut and enter this circle.

What I want to say about this is four words: innocence. He added, "This is YY!"

There was nothing much to explain about this. Anyone who had been in this circle would know that the probability of being caught in a broker's trap was much higher than the probability of the end of the world in 2012. The industry is actually already saturated. No one has connections, you know.

Which brokerage would be willing to throw their money and notice at a North Floating Singer who could take a big hit with a single swipe of his hand? It's too late to keep the first and second string together...

Unless, under the guise of being a manager, he was a swindler who would appear at any moment.

Back to that night, I remember it was Tuesday or Wednesday, at least once a week.

Our boss is very smart. Every once in a while, he would organize a party for a concert friend.

To put it bluntly, it was time for the party to accept anyone who could perform on stage and entertain themselves.

There are three benefits: Firstly, if a music-loving person came here to play, how could he have come alone with a guitar? At least call a few friends, eat and drink a few drinks, liquor will increase the turnover.

Secondly, the singers were singing on stage. Many people felt their hearts itch when they saw this! At this moment, the karaoke made from the wine began to take effect! If anyone wanted to sing, it would cost them fifty yuan each. Any guest could sing on stage.

Third, if you really can meet the appropriate North Float Singer, you can also stay.

This was probably the method.

Because it's been quite a long time since I've had such an event, I feel a bit of anticipation from Xiao Xiao.

As expected, there was a bit of a commotion in the shop, but the boss had also appeared.

The owner was said to be from Hong He, Yunnan. He was not even forty years old, but his build was thin and his facial features were distinct. He looked like he was engaged in literature and arts.

His appearance only showed one thing: the boss was going to sing on stage tonight!

Many of the boss's friends had also come to support him. After all, alcohol was what was needed most of the time.

I asked the manager, When do I sing? The manager said, "So, before the boss, try to get all the customers up." Just let the other singers sing it first.

Then, I sat on the stage with Shuai Shuai and whispered to him, telling him which one of the guests was a beauty, and then said you f * cking had a female singer, didn't you? Why didn't I see him …

As they were talking, a group of four or five people came in from outside the door at around 9: 00 PM. The one leading them was a medium height, rather stout looking guy. At that time, I was stunned, thinking to myself, why does this person look so familiar?

This looked way too much like a bro that he hadn't seen in years.

I couldn't help looking at him, and the man looked at me, and we looked at each other. He smiled.

I also laughed, saying that I really was you, and then went over to say hello. This guy uses z instead.

At that time, my heart was moved, he was Wen Yiliang's most loyal brother since he was young. Could it be …

Sure enough, ten seconds later, Wen Yiliang walked in from outside wearing a skintight leather outfit.

F * ck, such a literary dog and its shape is really eye-catching!

When Wen Yiliang saw me, he was shocked, saying, Hao Zi, why are you here?

Ever since Wen Yiliang joined a foreign company as a white-collar worker with an annual salary of one hundred and fifty thousand, he had already left the circle of people like me and Brother Hui. Although it was in Beijing, there were still things that we were not in contact with each other normally. It had been a while since Eastshore Liquor had listened to jazz.

I had these people sit in a booth. He said he would give you a fruit plate or something (This Shuai Shuai can do it).

Then he asked and found out that Z., who had been a college student in a foreign country, had been transferred back to Beijing. The girl that he brought with him was his girlfriend. I didn't look at it closely. It was the petite kind.

Amongst the people that came with Wen Yiliang, there was another person who worked with him, and another girl with big eyes who wore black boots.