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"Take him there." Zeng Yang glanced at An Ran lightly, and said to the younger brother behind him.

The younger brother responded, twisting An Ran's hand, dragging and tugging, as if he was afraid that he would run away, but An Ran didn't even have the strength to run away at all, he didn't eat a bite of food for most of the day, at least he had to eat before running away chant.

He was brought in front of a middle-aged uncle. The uncle hugged several young and handsome teenagers, with side parts combed and coquettish smoky makeup on his eyes. He looked a little weird. The younger brother stepped forward and whispered a few words, he Turning his head sideways to look at An Ran, then he smiled slyly: "Let Zeng Shao rest assured."

The younger brother bent down and nodded, said a few polite words, then turned his head and warned An Ran with his eyes, but An Ran ignored him, put his hand in his trouser pocket and stood dick| dick.

He thought that the younger brother should at least give a verbal warning, but in the end...he just left.

An Ran's unbelievable gaze followed the younger brother all the way, the younger brother turned a big corner, returned to Zeng Yang and said a few words briefly, Zeng Yang looked up at An Ran, An Ran was about to give the middle finger, but Zeng Yang had already turned his head, with a smile on his face. A few younger brothers around me left.

gone?What's the situation?Hand me over to this uncle who is neither human nor ghost?So rest assured?Didn't the system say that there would be retaliation?

Suddenly, An Ran put a hand on An Ran's shoulder, gently stroked An Ran's bare|exposed neck with his fingertips, and breathed heavy smoke in his ear: "Can you sing and dance?"

An Ran turned her head, looked at the hands on her shoulders, followed them to the uncle with smoky makeup, and nodded silently.

"How did you dance?" The hand was still touching.

"Anyway, it's better than everyone here." When An Ran said this, there was obvious ridicule and disdain in her eyes.

"Oh?" The uncle raised his eyebrows slightly in shock, only thinking that An Ran had no knowledge, "You may not know where this is, we are the only high-end club in country A that integrates entertainment, catering and games. Even if you come in and order a glass of beer, it costs 200 US dollars, and many entertainment activities cannot be participated in by non-acquaintances, even if you have money, and our waiters are professionally trained. Don't think that our waiters here are just a bunch of small street restaurants, we have to consider second- and third-line actors with doctorates and masters."

An Ran looked at Uncle Smokey's proud and flaunting smile, and smiled indifferently: "No, it's a relatively high-end nightclub. You said that those entertainment activities have access cards that non-acquaintances can't participate in, but it's because there are often restricted-level performances. , how can it be open to everyone, without reporting letters flying all over the sky?"

The smile on the corner of Uncle Smokey's mouth was obviously taken aback, is he a sensible person?He looked An Ran up and down, and quickly searched in his mind whether he had recruited such waiters and guests, but... he found no such person.

The reason why An Ran knows the insider so well is that when he was not very famous, besides letters of interest for major director roles, most of his mailboxes were sent by this kind of clubs. He didn't know how these clubs knew his mailbox. Anyway, once you are attracted by these clubs, it's like throwing dog skin cream, the more you shake it, the stickier it gets.

The first time he refused, the club doubled the salary and returned it again. A night of performances in such a club was seven figures, which was an astronomical figure in the eyes of An Ran, who had not yet become famous at the time. This was just a performance. The wine table is more expensive, and many people who did not do well in the entertainment industry have changed their careers.

But An Ran is always unwilling, obviously he needs good looks, talent, hard work and acting skills, what he lacks is only one or two promoted people.

Once he was about to sign a contract with a very large crew, and the director and producers admired him very much, but at the most critical moment, the investor's mistress took the lead.After losing his role, he was still surrounded by the media and asked, what can he say?Can it be said that it's not that my acting skills are not good, but that I didn't lie on the xxx bed with my butt up like xx?

Then he will probably be blocked tomorrow, and the media will report that he lost his role and deliberately framed him. This is how the entertainment industry is. There is no power or status. Even if you tell the truth, you have no right to speak.

He still has to pretend to be okay, greet people with a smile, and when he gets home, he opens his mailbox to look for other characters, and all he sees are letters sent by those high-end clubs, with scorching words, it doesn’t matter if it’s an unpleasant life or not , xx club will help you solve it, here you are the king, you can change your own destiny, a man must learn to control his own destiny, it’s a pity not to write, he doesn’t even know that being a duck is so noble?

An Ran was so angry that she laughed back, and directly dialed the number of the police uncle, reporting all these clubs in the name of harassment and prostitution, and several clubs were blocked because of him.

Since then, he has become the No.1 on the blacklist of all clubs and tried his best to discredit him.

During that time, An Ran's dark history was flying all over the sky, some of them were not, and he talked about it with a lot of emotion. Even when An Ran saw these black histories, he had to think about whether he had done it before but forgot?

The real strong are those who become more and more courageous when frustrated. An Ran looks at those dirty tricks with a cold face, and continues to do her own thing. I lost interest, but An Ran's career is getting better and better. When reaching the top, An Ran simply said: "I don't have any." Applause from everyone.

Don't worry about gossip, it's because you are not strong enough, when you stand at the top of the pyramid, people will believe you without extra words.

Uncle Smokey looked embarrassed, and then said forcefully: "Even so, you still have to train, this is the rule here." It was also specially explained by Zeng Yang.

An Ran nodded indifferently, and let Uncle Smokey take him to the bar for training with an uncle who also had smokey makeup.

Is smoky makeup popular here?An Ran thought to herself.

The content of the training is very diverse, you need to learn eight languages, singing and dancing, psychology, physiology...

An Ran thought that he would have to study for at least several years, but three months later, the smoky makeup master who trained him told him: "You have successfully graduated." An Ran's facial expression at that time was exactly like this: OO

Then it was the first time they met Uncle Yanxun and called him to his side. An Ran already knew that Uncle Yanxun's name was Qi Liming.

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The lights are feasting, the hustle and bustle is boiling, and there are intertwined cups of wine. On such an ordinary night, a different color suddenly appears. The new boy on the stage has seasoned experience, excellent dancing skills, natural singing voice, outstanding appearance, and colorful neon lights. Hitting him is like the king of dancing that attracts everyone's attention. He seems to be born to appear on the stage. When he appears, all the clamor and shouts go away, leaving only the young and agile figure tightly grasping the audience's attention.

An Ran made a 360-degree turn in the air, sat firmly on the stage, looked at the surprised eyes of the people around her, and smiled slightly. Isn't this funny?He has learned dance for more than ten years, and others are on stage in three months...

The music stopped, An Ran maintained the last movement, loud applause erupted for the first time in the nightclub, An Ran stood up and bowed seriously to the audience, she did not despise laxity just because this is a nightclub.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and without the heavy stage makeup on his face, he sat at the bar and ordered a drink from the waiter. If he didn't look carefully, he really couldn't see that such an ordinary boy was the one who was crushed just now. All the teenagers.

An Ran just took a glass of beer, and grabbed his wrist with one hand excitedly, the beer swirled a little, and the man said: "You, you are... the dancer just now..."

An Ran looked at the visitor with slight displeasure.

"My name is Zeng Yue, can I be your friend?" the man asked excitedly.

An Ran pursed her lips while drinking and didn't speak. How could she be friends in this kind of place?Cannon|Friends?An Ran was very competent and didn't pour the beer directly on the other party, but just nodded her head in a neutral manner.

Zeng Yue's eyes lit up: "What's your name?"

An Ran shook the empty wine glass, and said impatiently, "Shao Le's family."

Zeng Yue murmured a few times, and the slightly bowed profile reminded An Ran of someone, and he looked at Zeng Yue with a slight frown: "Do you have any brothers?"

Zeng Yue was startled, he didn't expect An Ran's first question would be to ask this, it would be awkward for people who just met, but the young man he had finally hoped for took the initiative to say a word to him, and nodded excitedly: "I have a brother .”

"Zeng Yang?" An Ran spit out the name directly, slightly concealing her disgust and disdain for saying this name.

"You know?" Zeng Yue's eyes widened, and the shining pupils inside were reflected in the light, exactly the same as Zeng Yang's beautiful pupils.

An Ran nodded, a wry smile appeared on the corners of her lips.Is he lucky or lucky?It doesn't matter if he was raped or raped, the probability of so many people, the younger brother of the perpetrator who strikes up a conversation, he has a grudge against their family, right?Well, there is indeed a grudge.

Zeng Yue kept looking at An Ran, remembering that her elder brother also came here often. According to his elder brother, he invested in this club, so it is not surprising that he knew the young man.

Seeing Master Qi waving to him, An Ran said, "I have something to do, let's talk about it later."

An Ran got up and was about to leave, Zeng Yue looked at his movements and said immediately: "Can you leave a contact information?"

"I don't have a mobile phone." An Ran shrugged.

"Then I'll give it to you."

Zeng Yue put his hand into the open inner pocket of his suit, An Ran held his breath, and the terrifying scene resurfaced in his mind, but what Zeng Yue took out was not the pistol that frightened him, but a pistol. With only a pen and paper, he quickly wrote a series of phone numbers on the paper, then handed the paper to An Ran, An Ran breathed out, grabbed the paper and stuffed it casually into the pocket of his trousers.