Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 199 The Little White Dragon in the Waves

After entering the private room, someone soon came in with a cup of green tea, and then, an unusually plump woman walked in with a smile, bowed to him first, and then introduced herself in a coquettish voice.

"Hi sir, I am Xiaocui No. 189. I am very happy to serve you. Our services include ear picking, shiatsu, massage, and back stepping... Do you want a single order or a full set? The full set is 298 yuan, which is more cost-effective. Which do you want?"

"How much is the whole set?"

"Hee hee, Mr. seems to be a regular customer. He actually knows that we have a big set. The price of the big set here is more expensive, and it costs 899 yuan."

"Yes, but you must be a college student."

"Don't worry about this, sir. We are all part-time college students. We all have student ID cards, junior college undergraduates and masters. As long as you have money, you even have a doctorate..."

"Then what degree do you have?"

"I'm in my third year of undergraduate study."

This woman seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and was about to take something out of her pocket to show Ling Yun, but Ling Yun smiled and waved her hand.

"Then let me ask you a question, how much is the derivative of a to the 4th power?"

"what?"

Seeing Ling Yun ask this, the woman was dumbfounded on the spot, and before she understood, she heard Ling Yun ask again.

"Then what is sin30 degrees?"

"Sin30 degrees...this...hehe...sir, I actually majored in liberal arts, so..."

"Liberal arts? Oh, let me change the topic, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han, what's next?"

"This……"

The girl shook her head in embarrassment, she didn't expect that there would be someone in this kind of place to discuss learning with her.

"I'm sorry sir, I...I can't, or...I'll change you."

The girl was about to leave, Ling Yun quickly waved her hand.

"Don't go, at first I suspected that you were a fake, seeing that you don't know anything, you should be a real college student! That's fine, it's just you! Here's a full set..."

……

In fact, he came here mainly to kill time and wait for Fatty and the others. Of course, another reason is the name of the [-]th Avenue.

He remembered that the contact address that Bingjiang sent him in the text message before leaving was the [-]th Avenue, but the grandson didn't write the specific city at the time, so he was not sure about the [-]th Avenue. , Is it the Fifteenth Avenue that Bingjiang mentioned?

"Turn over and lie down."

Ling Yun rolled over and lay down as instructed, the female technician began to press his shoulders, and within 3 minutes, he was already snoring.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear a knock on the door outside, Ling Yun opened his eyes dimly, the previous female technician had already left, leaving only an empty room and a cup of cold green tea.

He smiled wryly and sighed, thinking that the money was wasted today, and he just remembered that someone pressed his shoulder, and then he didn't remember anything.

The door was pushed open, and it wasn't a female technician from a college student who didn't know anything, but a young male waiter who bowed slightly to him.

"Sir, we have started the New Year's Gala in the performance hall. We have invited many big stars to come and sing tonight. If you don't want to come and listen, you can rest over there."

"okay."

Ling Yun got up and followed the waiter through the two narrow corridors, and soon heard enthusiastic singing. After entering, there were quite a few people inside, most of them were wearing nightgowns, and they seemed to be the guests who had rested before. There are also a large number of female technicians, including the one who was clocked by Ling Yun before.

At the moment on the stage, a long-haired man is singing a rock song with unclear lyrics. He holds a microphone in one hand and holds a beer in one hand, sings a few lines and takes a sip. He shook the bottle vigorously, and then knocked the bottle to the ground vigorously, and the beer burst out of the bottle like a fountain.

Coupled with the well-timed refrain, the audience immediately ignited.

Ling Yun lay in the last row admiring with great interest. He called this kind of singer a song artist, which means that not only must you sing well, but you must also have your own unique skills. The form is the unique skill of this person.

"Sir, would you like to order a song?"

Just when Ling Yun was looking at it with great interest, a vicious and exposed waitress came over with a brochure, squatting coquettishly beside him, Ling Yun turned his head to look, and his blood spurted instantly. I can see everything I can't see.

If he didn't order two songs, he felt sorry for his squatting.

Of course, at that moment, it was mainly the cerebral cortex telling him that such a good girl must not be rejected.

So he took the other party's brochure very habitually, but when he took a look, he was a little dumbfounded.

There are no song titles in this booklet, only people's names, and not real names, but all nicknames [equivalent to a nickname, a must for those who are in the world].

There is a corresponding price behind each name. The cheapest song costs 1000 yuan, and the most expensive song costs 1 yuan! ! !

Seeing his frown, the squatting girl quickly explained coquettishly.

"The ones who came up tonight are all big stars, especially the last one. A song of 1 yuan is considered cheap. They often participate in TV variety shows, and they have a big celebrity."

"You say this is 'Little White Dragon in the Waves'? Ten thousand songs? Can he sing any song?"

Seeing that Ling Yun was interested in this, the girl became even more coquettish, knowing that she could get a commission of 1 yuan if she sells the 1000 yuan, so she immediately nodded in a hurry.

"Of course, he is a real big star. Have you seen the popular "My Song God" recently? He has entered the top ten and almost won the championship! Why don't you order a song first?"

"My God of Songs" has a total of ten contestants, and the worst ones are considered the top ten, so Ling Yun bet that this woman must have never watched it. Of course, if she really watched this show, she would definitely recognize herself. He still has this kind of self-confidence.

"Entering the top ten and almost winning the championship... Did this little white dragon named Langli say it himself?"

"cough……"

Seeing the girl's expression, Ling Yun pursed his lips and chuckled, he already guessed who this brazen guy was.

"Okay, let's order one."

He smiled, didn't expose it, just picked up the pen and wrote five words on the name of the little white note in the waves - "Love even if you die", and then handed the booklet to the woman, who wanted to leave with gratitude, Ling Yun Seemingly remembering something, he stopped her to add something.

"By the way, you tell him, I want to listen to the up-key version, and if I can't sing well, I won't give you money."

"Okay, sir!"

……

The woman walked towards the VIP room next to her with the song list. In the room at the moment, Bingjiang was sitting carelessly on the recliner in seat C, holding a sliced ​​watermelon in one hand and a cigarette in the other, spitting all over his mouth. He spouted his glorious history to the seven or eight men and women next to him.

"Have you seen "My God of Songs"?"

Everyone nodded one after another, Bingjiang hummed and said with a smile.

"Brother easily passed the qualifiers, do you know how many people participated in the qualifiers?"

(End of this chapter)