mayfly era

Song Zan knocked on the cigarette ash and turned his eyes back, "Is this also one of your goals today?"

"No, this is a windfall." Fan Ge laughed.

"What story did he tell before?" Song Zan asked.

"The Unsolved Case of the Missing Girl, the one that is very popular recently."

"I haven't paid attention to it."

"It's something popular in youth circles nowadays. If you don't stick to the eight majors, the higher-ups won't pay attention."

"Now the 'Eight Non-stick' is under the jurisdiction of the Seventh Bureau. They think that literature and art are productive forces, and they will pinch more in the future. This is a good thing for you." Song Zan said.

Fan Ge smiled, "Look, I do my best as a teahouse worker, and my hard work is never in vain."

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Song Zan glanced at him indifferently, and knocked on his empty glass.

"It's my first time here too. There is a child in my family who likes this kind of entertainment. He said that the storyteller here is very good. He recommends me to listen to it too." Fan Ge filled Song Zan's mouth.

At this time, the young man on the stage had already started to perform. He first played a piece of brisk cutscene music, and then began to tell a story. His voice was clear and rich in texture, and his tone was not rushed. He had a sense of substitution and persuasiveness, and was very charming. a voice.

Fan Ge and Song Zan sat far away from the stage, but his voice could be clearly heard by both of them.

"Youth Independence League is a registered non-governmental organization," Song Zan paused, looking at the counter-revolutionaries, "so it is declining day by day."

Counter-reform nodded, "I understand this."

"G does not allow anything out of control, but you are an exception. You are a scarce resource in this country. G will not do anything to you easily, but it will not let go of its guard against you, old friend, be careful, be careful. "

"Understood, they bought us today with their lives. I won't be hasty, and I don't dare," Fange smiled wryly, "Otherwise they will definitely be angry with me. I have caused so much trouble."

"You are the smartest person I have ever met, because you can listen to anyone's words. You are smart but not conceited. You are destined to be superior. Don't let me down."

"Fate is impermanent, how can a person be against the enemy, and the choice to surrender to fate may be the best."

The young man stood on the stage and spoke with great enthusiasm. He was fluently operating the music synthesizer in his hand, which showed that this young man had an excellent brain. As a member of the "Youth Independence Group", his position would not be too low.

"I'm leaving." Song Zan looked at the time, got up and put on her coat. Her coat was completely black, with a fiery red fur on it. Judging from the luster, it should be synthetic imitation animal fleece. Her clothes and Compared with the status, it is not luxurious enough.

"Go slowly, if next time..."

"Don't call him 'Mr. Song' next time." Song Zan interrupted the rebellion.

"That's a good thing, Director Song." Fan Ge beamed with joy.

"If he was half as smart as you..." Song Zan snorted, "If you were an o, or at least a b, I would have married you back home."

"Hahahaha, damn it, you'd better go away." Fange laughed because of Song Zan's words, and he didn't mean to be offended in the slightest.He rarely gets angry, as Song Zan said, he can listen to anyone.

How terrible is a person who is smart and knows how to listen and understand.As long as he is willing, he will definitely become the master of this society.

After seeing off Song Zan, Fan Ge made another pot of tea, and after listening to the young man's performance, he beckoned for the young man to come over.The young man hesitated for a moment, but still walked over, not forgetting to bring his music synthesizer.

The counter-revolutionary signaled the young man to sit down, but the young man shook his head and said, "Sir, it is stipulated that you cannot sit during working hours."

"Isn't it time to get off work after the performance?" Fan Ge asked.

The young man thought for a while, took off his service uniform, and said, "It's off work now."

Fan Ge smiled, brought a new cup from the side, and poured a cup of tea for the young man. He acted and spoke very kindly, not at all like treating a stranger, "Come, moisten your throat."

"Thank you, what should I call you?" The young man took the cup with both hands and asked.

"My surname is 'Fei', right and wrong." Fan Ge seems to have made up a surname casually.

"Mr. Fei, are you interested in me?" the young man asked bluntly.

Fan Ge nodded his collar badge, "I'm interested in it."

The young man subconsciously touched the black five-pointed star collar patch, his eyes became a little dazed, "This is my lover's relic, she only left it to me."

Fan Ge shuddered slightly, "Sorry, I brought up your sadness."

"We broke up for more than a year." Said the young man.

Fan Ge coughed dryly, "Hey, young man, then this is not called a 'relic'."

"Not long after we broke up, she was killed by her current boyfriend," said the young man.

"...You really deserve to be a 'storyteller'."

The young man took out another black five-star collar badge from his coat pocket, "This is mine."

"So you and your... ex-girlfriend are both members of the Youth Independence Group?" Fan Ge couldn't help but be careful with his words and asked.

"Yes, I joined when I was in college," the young man said with some doubts on his face, "it's nothing special."

"It's nothing, I joined in the past, so I miss it very much." Fan Ge smiled.

"Really?" The young man showed joy, "Then how did you quit the group? You have to pay public activity fees every year, but it's annoying to me, and you still have to go to class. If you don't have enough attendance, you won't update the record. I've long wanted to quit .”

Counter-reform thought for a while, "Have you always paid the activity fee on time?"

"of course."

"When you don't pay for a long time, it will be refunded." Fan Ge didn't change his face when he made up nonsense.

"Mr. Fei," the young man's voice sank slightly, "Why are you making fun of me?"

"Little brat, haven't you been coaxing me from the beginning?"

The young man opened his mouth, and was speechless for a while, it can be seen that his big story, with its front and back, was also made up.

"What's your name?" Reverse asked.

"Sir, my name is Yingzhao." The young man replied politely.

"It's as good as it sounds."

"Sir, is your surname really 'Fei'?" the young man asked.

"No surname, I don't have a surname." Fan Ge said.

The young man nodded and stood up, "I look forward to meeting you next time."

"If you need my help with anything, you can go to the shop without a sign on Bar Street in the second district and find a boss named Chen." Fan Ge said.

The young man bowed deeply to him, "Thank you, I will be cautious."

Boss Chen didn't know that he was assigned a new reception job by his boss. He had just stepped into the reopened bar today, and the manager greeted him warmly. I don't know how many days of unemployment made him feel a sense of professional crisis. , still annoyed by missing a few opportunities to pocket his own money.

Chen Yue ignored the nagging manager, and went straight to the booth where he often sat. There was a silver-haired man who had already emptied a large bottle of rice wine, and was reclining on the sofa playing an old-fashioned game console.

"Repudiation again?" Chen Li crossed his arms and looked down at the bong.

Smoker took out a small card with a protruding magnetic stripe from his pocket and threw it to Chen Yue. This was their salary card, and Chen Yue recognized it.

"What do you mean?" Chen Li pinched it with one hand. It was a brand new card. Obviously, the smoking gun rarely used it, and there was no trace of wear on the corners.

"Here you are." Smoker raised his head from the game console.

"What do you mean?" Chen Li frowned again and asked.

"I hate paying bills, you will pay later." Smoker laughed.

Chen Li threw the card back into the pipe with a cold face, "Don't make bad ideas, you keep it yourself."

"You made a bet with me yesterday, and you lost the bet. This is my request." Smoker stood up, walked to Chen Li, and stuffed the card into Chen Li's pants pocket, "Don't try to get rid of me, I'm pestering you lifetime."

Chen Li laughed at the rascal look of the smoking gun, "Okay, don't regret it if you leave in the future."

"It's okay, the central city is fully covered by mobile payment." The smoking gun said an advertisement.

"You are not sincere, Old Yan."

"I have to leave some money for cigarettes, right?"

Chen Li pushed a bong, "Go in and sit down, I'll go and count. A batch of new products just arrived today, let's grab a bottle of wine by the way."

"You are really addicted to being a bar owner."

"If you don't earn money, how can you support such a fat son like me?" Chen Li casually pinched the face of the pipe, the white and tender fleshy skin, it is not wrong to say that he is a fat son.

In a fit of smoke, he slapped Chen Li's hand away, turned around and sat back on the sofa.

Chen Li went to the warehouse and quickly checked the goods. The left and right were right, and then he turned into the bar. The absinthe he left there was still there. A bottle of wine, and then went to the freezer to get a cocoa liqueur.

The bar is now bustling with many drinkers. The best seller recently is oat beer—cheap, the cheapest beer in the entire central city. The smell of synthetic flavors is a headache, but because it is cheap, there is a market.

Chen Li's bar has no name, and unlike other bars on Bar Street, there are all kinds of strange gimmicks, and these gimmicks will eventually become consumption thresholds.So his bar is always full of people, and all kinds of people come to patronize it. This is also the one eye of rc, observing all living beings in society.

This bottle of cocoa is a lady's wine, with red lips and high-heeled shoes engraved on the body of the bottle. When Chen Li placed it in front of the bong, he deliberately turned the painted side to the bong.

"Tsk, it's strong enough." The smoking gun didn't feel disgusted, and reached out to unscrew it and poured a cup.

"Stay away from me, the sweet smell gives me a headache." Chen Yue poured himself a glass of absinthe, the normal temperature made the bottle of wine more bitter and spicy, Chen Yue raised his head and drank a small glass.

The tip of the tongue was immediately numb from the irritating liquid, and the wine syrup rolled through the mouth and esophagus like a fireball, and finally fell into the stomach, creating a prairie fire.Chen Yue let out a sigh of relief and leaned his head back on the sofa.

"Chen Li." Smoker suddenly called out to him in a low voice, pointing to the front.