I really don't want to be famous anymore

Chapter 13 Old Friends

Entertainment banknotes are flying all over the sky, laser lights are shining everywhere, thrilling music echoes in the wide bar, and on the dance floor, demons dance wildly, which is very lively.

Ji Xian jumped up and down on the stage, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, soaking his collar.

There was a smile on his face, a fake smile, this was the first time he ever danced in a bar, and it was also the first time he was a DJ.

Looking at the crazy crowd under the stage, he couldn't bear to look directly.

They, like a group of monkeys, aren't they embarrassed?

The tuner Wang Feng stared blankly at Ji Xian from behind, his eyes became complicated.

No wonder the boss would offer him such a high salary, hiding it!

Thinking of his partner who was sick and asking for leave, Wang Feng had a strange idea in his mind: he won't replace An Ming, right?

An Ming is the bar's resident DJ.

Ji Xian's ability to control the field just now is no worse than An Ming's, or even worse. To An Ming, he is a great potential threat.

It doesn't affect me much, he is the tuner, and the work of swinging on the stage is not his business.

"It seems that I need to call An Ming and tell him what happened today."

Wang Feng looked away from Ji Xian and focused on tuning.

Ji Xian sang and danced for a long time, his physical strength was severely exhausted, his clothes were soaked, he had to stop, squatted on the ground, panting and said: "Everyone, let's get high first, my little brother has kidney deficiency, take a rest for 2 minutes."

Everyone laughed, and a few loud voices even started to mock.

"If you have kidney deficiency, you can eat kidney treasure. Handsome guy, would you like some? I have some."

"You will wither within a few minutes on stage, but it will end in three seconds on the bed."

"Take out your majesty, don't fall down, or we will look down on you."

……

Ji Xian's face was as black as carbon.

Why are you shouting so loudly, do I want to lose face?

He wiped his sweat and squatted until his legs were numb. He simply sat down on the stage and coughed twice: "Everyone here, can we discuss something?"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moistened his throat: "You have also seen that if I jump down with my small body, I am afraid I will die here suddenly, so I will not jump from now on."

There was a burst of noise on the dance floor, as if dissatisfied with Ji Xian's actions.

Ji Xian raised his hand to press it, then changed the topic, and said in a deep voice, "Quiet!"

Immediately, he smiled again: "Didn't I finish my sentence? Next, I will sing and you will dance, OK?"

The one who sang was naturally a midnight DJ. It was impossible for him to sing pop music, the risk was too great, and if he failed, he would become popular on the Internet again.

Midnight DJ songs are more suitable for playing in bars, and there are limitations. In this world, it is almost impossible to become popular all over the country.

That's why Ji Xian dared to sing openly. Even if someone came to ask him for the title of the song, he was not afraid, and he had already thought of a way to deal with it.

Everyone felt more at ease and thought it was okay, as long as they could dance.

For the next hour or so, Ji Xian sat on the stage, singing the same song over and over again, his voice was almost hoarse, and he drank three or four bottles of mineral water.

Unable to hold on, he thought of another way, encouraging others to come on stage and take turns being the DJ.

Don't tell me, this method is really effective, and everyone is vying for it.

Taking this opportunity, he ran away in a panic.

Back at the bar, Ji Xian was lying on the table, his whole body was exhausted, his whole body was so sore, his bones seemed to fall apart if he moved.

He swears to God that he will never become a DJ again, and just one time almost killed him.

I don’t know how An Ming persisted. After a long time of high-intensity fatigue, isn’t he afraid of GG?
"Brother, let's have a cocktail. You don't need the cup, I have it with you."

The crisp sound attracted Ji Xian's attention, he raised his head, his expression was in a trance, his mouth was half-opened, like a stick in his throat.

A black cup with a height of more than 30 centimeters is placed on the bar, giving off a deep luster under the light.

"This……"

It was the first time for Ji Xian to meet a customer who brought his own equipment, and he also took such a big cup, are you sure you can finish it?

He went to see the guest, and when he saw the face of the other party, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "Damn it, Zichen!?"

As if influenced by the memory of the original owner, he shouted out.

The man who was leaning on the bar and playing with his mobile phone suddenly looked up, saw the familiar face in front of him, and also lost his voice: "Damn it, second child?!"

His face flushed with excitement, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it when it came to his mouth.

Ji Xian was afraid that he would burp, so he hurriedly said, "Don't get excited, just relax."

Zichen took a few deep breaths, stared at Ji Xian with burning eyes, very happy: "Second brother, when did you come to Shanghai, don't tell me."

It's been a year since I came to Shanghai... Ji Xian said to himself in his heart, and said something else: "I just came here a few days ago, and I was going to tell you, but I forgot about it if I wasn't busy looking for a job. ."

Zi Chen said oh, and when he saw the work clothes Ji Xian was wearing, he didn't say much and took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Ji Xian took it, carefully noticing the brand of the cigarette.

Good guy, Hanako, still soft!
Zichen lit the cigarette, threw the lighter to Ji Xian, and said in a low voice: "We two brothers haven't seen each other in almost three years, right?"

Ji Xian roughly counted the time, and exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "Yes, it's been three years, time flies so fast, three years have passed in the blink of an eye."

He and Zichen are sworn brothers, and when it comes to the reason, we have to start with the other party running away from home.

Three years ago, 17-year-old Zichen had a conflict with her family. She left the Magic City in anger and went to Ji Xian's hometown, Tianfu.

Zichen, who has never been dealt with, was defrauded of all his money and lost his mobile phone as soon as he arrived in Tianfu, leaving him homeless on the streets.

He had a stubborn temper, and even though he was down and out, he still didn't want to go home.

Later Ji Xian met him. At that time, Zichen was already a standard homeless man, living a miserable life of nine meals in three days.

Ji Xian was kind-hearted and gave him 20 yuan. The next day, the two met again.

It's just that Zichen at that time had been completely reborn and became the eldest son of a wealthy family again.

What happened in the middle, Ji Xian didn't know.

Afterwards, he was dragged by Zichen to pay homage to Second Master Guan, drank the sworn wine, and became a half-brother.

It's funny to think about it now.

Zichen took a puff of cigarette forcefully, and said in a low tone: "Why don't you come and hang out with me! I opened a small company outside, and the position of department manager is still vacant."

Ji Xian shook his head and rejected the good offer: "I don't have any big problems working here. The boss treats people very well. The salary is paid daily and the offer is not low. Let's forget it."

He knew that Zichen's family was rich, and he was a well-off rich second generation, but he didn't want to rely on others.

Men must have their own ambitions.

As if worried about his good brother thinking too much, he added: "I'll come to you someday when I can't get along anymore, and then don't despise me."

Zichen's face softened slightly, and he laughed and cursed: "How is it possible, we are sworn brothers, and our love is stronger than gold."

(End of this chapter)