President, he must be me

Under Wei Wan's "kind guidance", Tan Shaochen found a shop to send his mobile phone to be repaired, and after making his new house liveable, he still had more than 1000 yuan left in his body.The vanity girl Wei Wan contacted from nowhere, bought the suitcase that Tan Shaochen casually brought out for [-] yuan.

Speaking of which, Shen Yanwen also bought this box.

He was displeased, but he had no choice but to bow his head to reality.

"...There was an accident at that family before, so I couldn't stay in Jingyuan anymore. It was quite sudden; I was about to recruit people, and Wei Wan said that his friend was looking for a job." The boss of LIVEHOUSE is a short-haired man who looks about [-] A woman with a charming face and a hoarse voice, "I have nothing to do here, just cleaning and entertaining. When I'm on LIVE, I'm basically fine. When it's not on, some music people drink and chat here. It makes no difference."

The boss led Tan Shaochen around the LIVEHOUSE and explained to him what each place does.

Tan Shaochen has never been to this kind of place before, and everything he sees is novel, just like the ones portrayed in film and television works, full of strong rock and hip-hop atmosphere.His tragic situation was temporarily put aside, and he followed the boss all the way through the backstage rest room - Wei Wan was holding his guitar, chatting with someone and flexing his fingers.

It's not the same as the one at home, Wei Wan is wearing a large black jacket with large fluorescent patterns on it; he wears metal cone earrings on his ears, and his hair has been fiddled with, so he looks a bit handsome.

Tan Shaochen was hurried past by the boss, and in just two seconds, Wei Wan caught a glimpse of him and gave him a wink.

"........."

"But I'm not officially employed here," the boss continued, unaware of this, "There are no five insurances and one housing fund, but there are double salaries and year-end bonuses at the end of the year, three thousand and five a month, and work from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. , you don’t need to check in...but don’t be caught by me if you are late, I hate people who are late.”

"well……"

"Did you see that curly hair, Ah J, your colleague, because he is going bald, so the curly hair looks more hairy." The boss pointed to the person who was covering the huge trash can with plastic bags not far away, "If you have any questions, just ask He, I'm not often in the store."

Tan Shaochen nodded hurriedly.

The boss looked back at him now, smiled jokingly, took out a cigarette, and handed one to Tan Shaochen.

He shook his head quickly again: "Thank you, I don't smoke..."

The boss didn't mind. He put the cigarette into his mouth, lit it, and said, "I think you look like someone who doesn't know how to do things. I hope you will persist for a long time. I don't have time to recruit people recently."

"..." This is true, the eyes are very poisonous.

Sure enough, the boss left after not staying for long, and handed him over to Ah J, who does odd jobs. Lives don’t start until [-] o’clock. During this time, many people who play in bands, or people in related circles sit and drink and chat at the bar or around scattered tables; Ah J didn’t ask him to entertain, but let him pour all kinds of drinks. Familiarize yourself with the environment first.

It's easy!Living a self-reliant life is not that difficult at all!

Thinking of this, Tan Shaochen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when pouring the drink.But soon, he found that things were not so simple - two hours was longer than he had imagined.

He stood at the bar all the time, looked at the time when his legs started to swell, and it was only twenty or ten minutes; when his feet started to hurt, it was not yet seven o'clock.

Just standing for a long time sounds too simple, but it is actually very difficult.

Tan Shaochen began to shift the center of gravity of his body from side to side, trying to relieve the soreness.Seeing that it was seven fifty, the lights of the LIVEHOUSE dimmed.Ah J also ran back to the bar, and lit a cigarette openly: "Tonight's 'Not Bad Money' will open, I really like them."

——Not short of money? ? ?what is that? ? ?

"Which company are you a fan of, aren't you? Hey, there are a lot of people like this. They want to hang out with the band and come to livehouse to work..."

Tan Shaochen looked at him blankly: "I... I'm just looking for a job."

"It's okay, what's the matter, I understand, I understand."

——What did he understand? ? ?

Tan Shaochen was confused, watching Ah J leaning over the bar table, leaving the only chair in the corner to dry, he couldn't help asking: "Can I sit for a while."

"Okay, of course you can, why are you so cautious..."

As if he was granted amnesty, he hurried to free his legs.

More and more people were visible to the naked eye, and soon the LIVEHOUSE was full; the MC stood on the stage with a microphone, and the moment the spotlights were turned on, that special atmosphere flooded into Tan Shaochen's senses like a tide.Watching the concert on TV, he didn't quite understand why the fans were so fanatical; but now, it's just a small LIVEHOUSE, and his heart is pounding with the atmosphere.

"Please invite the opening band tonight, 'Not bad money'!"

"Wow!!"

The lights went out for a few seconds, and some vague shadows came onto the stage; when the lights came back on, Tan Shaochen saw Wei Wan standing in front of the microphone, holding his guitar.

...It turns out that this is the "Not Bad Money Band", which is too straightforward, so let's just call it "The Rich Second Generation Band".

He was complaining in his heart when Wei Wan suddenly plucked the guitar strings.

The sound of the electric guitar suddenly exploded in the LIVEHOUSE, and a very aggressive solo flowed out from his fingertips, resounding throughout the space.Immediately afterwards, the drum set sounded, and the beats of the drums were like hammers hitting his chest, bringing his heartbeat to the beat.He was incited by the atmosphere, and Wei Wan on the stage caught his eyes. The fear of an uncertain future and the misery of the past were all suppressed by the heavy music.

Wei Wan grabbed the microphone and sang:

"I don't care if you love it or not/I don't care anyway/Save your hypocrisy and eat by yourself/Take your sweet words and get the hell out of me..."

Wei Wan's voice is very flavorful, and her enunciation is quite clear. The perfect fusion of ridiculously rough lyrics and music makes Tan Shaochen inexplicably restless.

That's right, Shen Yanwen, that's what he wanted to say, "Take your sweet words and get the hell out of me."

It's just that he didn't dare to scream like Wei Wan.

After the first song of the "Not Bad Money" band was sung, amidst the enthusiastic shouts of the audience, Tan Shaochen wiped away the tears pouring out of his eyes, pursed his lips and clapped a little at the bar.

For some reason, Wei Wan caught a glimpse of him, handed him another wink, and started the next song.

-

It's just that he can't help crying, and can't help being angry and painful when thinking of those lies, so Tan Shaochen understands how much he likes Shen Yanwen.

He probably has some talent in this regard, he is very clear about his feelings, and he is very clear about the love dormant in his heart.

It's unreasonable to like this kind of thing, you can come for no reason, and then never leave, even if he wants to be Shen Yanwen as a shell, there is no way to dispel his feelings like this.

I want to divorce him, I want to draw a line with him, and I want to never see him again.

But if you want to get a divorce, you must meet again; if you dare not meet, you have lingering thoughts.

What to do, Shen Yanwen is such a jerk.

-

If the first two hours of work, standing all the time made Tan Shaochen feel very difficult; then after today's LIVE is over, waiting for Tan Shaochen is simply hell.

Everywhere has to be tidied up and cleaned, so it takes time to entertain the rest of the musicians who are chatting.He was instructed by Ah J to be busy like a top, cleaning the LIVEHOUSE dizzily, and he didn't stop until everything was done, and he was like a wooden man in the empty venue.

Ah, I'm so tired, my head is so tired, and my body is so tired.

It seems that if he takes another step, he will immediately fall down - thinking about it now, his mother is so great.

Curly-haired Ah J was closing the door, and shouted at him: "Let's go?"

"coming……"

Tan Shaochen sighed, and walked out with drooping shoulders.Who knew that just as he walked out of the door, he saw Wei Wan who was smoking under the street lamp opposite.

He was carrying a guitar bag, and the fluorescent patterns on his body really seemed to be shining.

To be honest, he was a bit handsome. When Tan Shaochen bumped into him in the examination room at first, he had no idea that he would be such a type of person.

"...Why haven't you gone back yet?" He asked weakly.

"Oh, I'm afraid you don't know the way, so I just finished supper with them." Wei Wan walked towards him naturally, and lit up the fast food box in his hand, "I just brought some for you."

"……thanks."

"How does it feel? Is it easy here?"

Tan Shaochen pursed his lips in distress, and said against his will: "Well, it's quite easy."

Ah J locked the door, shook his jaw with them and left, leaving the two of them walking side by side in the quiet downtown street.It's not too far from their residence, and it takes about half an hour to walk back; Tan Shaochen was too tired to talk, but Wei Wan was very passionate, and kept rambling on and on.

"...Is today's song nice? It's my favorite work. I wrote the lyrics and music."

"It sounds nice, that's..."

"What is it?"

He wanted to say that the lyrics were a bit rough, but he changed his mind in an instant: "It's nothing, it's great."

"That's right, I think so too," Wei Wan said, "My family still wants me to go into business, I'm in the hammer business... I also saw the news that Tan's enterprise was officially merged into Shen's today. When the call comes, it’s easy to talk about me again, look at the young master of the other Shen’s family..."

Tan Shaochen froze for a moment: "...your family is...so rich?"

"My family? It's okay, so-so," Wei Wan said, "One of Tan's shareholders, and several large enterprises, my family also participates in shares."

"...Then you... don't know those people?"

"What do you know? I ran away from home when I was 13 years old." Wei Wan said, "Who wants to know those people? They show off every day when they have a lot of bad money. They are all scumbags. Bad water...except my brother."

Wei Wan scolded very sincerely, knowing that he didn't know about the farce-like marriage between the Shen family and the Tan family, Tan Shaochen heaved a sigh of relief; but after a while, he couldn't help laughing again, nodded and said: "You are so right gone."

——But he knew that Shen Yanwen was full of bad water, and still fell into it, and he still doesn't know how to get out.