Chapter 461: Flame Wild Rose and Midnight Little Hunter (8400 words)

Chen Nuo arrived at Capital International Airport at 1:00 pm on January 17, 2011, Beijing time.

This trip was not easy.

It flew for 4 hours from LA to Toronto, and spent 1 hour refueling in Toronto.

Then it took off from Toronto to Beijing. The total distance was 6,500 nautical miles, which is more than 12,000 kilometers. The maximum range of this rented G450 was only 4,350 nautical miles. The weather in the middle was bad, and it encountered a headwind, so it had to stop and refuel twice in the middle.

Once in Iqaluit, Canada, and once in Nuuk, the capital of Greenland.

In the end, the entire journey, starting from Los Angeles, took a full 23 hours.

As soon as Guli Nazha got off the plane and stepped on the land of the airport, she couldn't help but let out a small cheer. Michelle Williams beside her was the same, muttering quickly about finally returning, missing Beijing soy milk to death, and not knowing how the house renovation was going, mixing Chinese and English together, speaking quite smoothly.

Chen Nuo was the same. As soon as he stood on the ground, he stretched and moved his muscles and bones. But immediately, the cold and bone-chilling air of Beijing entered his nose, making him unable to help but sneeze.

By the runway of the airport, there was accumulated white snow, which looked like it had just fallen yesterday or the day before. Just as the flight tower had predicted in advance, the outdoor temperature in Beijing today was minus 12 degrees, which was a completely different world from the sunny Los Angeles.

"Welcome home."

A voice came. Chen Nuo turned his head and saw a cute girl with a round face, wearing an airport suit. When he looked over, her face turned red visibly, as if she had drunk half a catty of wine. The name tag on her chest had a name, called Su Jing.

"Thank you." Chen Nuo smiled and nodded in response.

"Beijing is quite cold, you, do you want to wear more?" The little girl stuttered.

Chen Nuo said, "It doesn't matter."

Having stayed in China for a long time, sometimes he would want to go abroad to act recklessly. Having stayed abroad for a long time, he would want to come back. Chen Nuo had this feeling in both lifetimes.

Especially having lived in Beijing for several years in this life, he didn't know how many times he had been to Capital Airport. As soon as he got off the plane, a warm current of returning home couldn't help but flow in his heart. At this moment, being greeted like this, besides his face being a little painful from the cold wind, his body actually didn't feel that cold anymore.

Maybe seeing his attitude was good, when leading their group to the dedicated apron's VIP passage, the round-faced little girl Su Jing suddenly whispered again, "Mr. Chen, will you be on the Spring Festival Gala this year?"

"Little Su!" The other middle-aged male staff member on the side scolded.

Chen Nuo turned to look at Su Jing and smiled. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, it's just that many people on the Internet are saying... all saying you will participate..."

"Little Su!" Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the middle-aged man, who frowned and scolded, "Are you finished? Mr. Chen, sorry."

The round-faced girl shrank her neck like a frightened quail, but still looked at him with expectation.

Chen Nuo looked at the serious male staff member, shook his head, and said, "It's okay."

And looked at the round-faced little girl and smiled.

However, he didn't answer the person's question in the end.

The speed of passing customs was quite fast, after all, it was an exclusive VIP passage. Although the inspection procedures were not less, because there wasn't much luggage, the entire process went down, from landing to picking up luggage, and it didn't exceed half an hour.

In the pick-up area of the FBO, Qi Yuntian and Li Jing were waiting there, followed by two drivers and their respective assistants and secretaries. As soon as they met, they scrambled to help with the luggage.

They hadn't seen each other for almost two months. Qi Yuntian looked a circle thinner, wearing a woolen coat and jeans, which couldn't be said to be very particular, but had a kind of unconventional chic.

Both laughed as soon as they met.

"Sure enough, you're thinner. I thought it was makeup on TV. Tsk tsk, how many catties have you lost?"

"About eight or nine catties. How about you?"

"Didn't lose, recently gained weight."

"Believe you."

At this time, Guli Nazha stepped forward, standing on the side a little cautiously, and asked softly, "Hello, President Qi."

Michelle, who was always lively beside her, also suddenly became disciplined, standing beside her without a sound, her black and white eyes even carrying a bit of nervousness.

Chen Nuo watched and couldn't help but sigh—Qi's title of "Women's Nemesis" was indeed long-lasting. But, how did he get along with Luo Rui during that time in Hong Kong?

Thinking of Luo Rui, Chen Nuo's mood couldn't help but sink, and he thought of Angelina's words again.

After several years of contact, he knew Luo Rui Eisner too well. On the surface, she was as cold as frost, like an Ice Queen, but in reality, she was a person with deep emotions, especially for Angelina Jolie, which could be said to be deeply rooted in love.

"What's wrong?"

After getting in the car, Qi Yuntian started the Bentley and glanced at him sideways. "Missing your woman?"

Chen Nuo chuckled, and before he could speak, Qi Yuntian added: "Don't think about it for now. The Spring Festival Gala side is almost crazy. There is less than a week left before the New Year, and your program hasn't been decided yet. Ma Dong and the others are waiting for you in the office, let's go see them first."

Chen Nuo sighed helplessly. "What exactly is going on now?"

"Actually, it's nothing complicated," Qi Yuntian said while driving, "Just like I told you before, Zhao's song has been decided. This time, a solo song was arranged, which I think is not bad, called 'Haven't Been Home for a Long Time', which has been rehearsed, and the effect is okay. However, your song still hasn't been decided. Those few they have now... I think you might not like them. Now it's stuck here."

Qi Yuntian held the steering wheel of the Bentley, speaking very easily.

People, once holding the steering wheel of a Bentley, actually chatting about anything won't be too heavy.

But Ma Dong was different.

Although he had been in CCTV for many years, his old father was also a great god. Money is money, but no matter what, to avoid suspicion, the most expensive of the three cars was a Land Rover worth more than one million, which was still a bit away from the realm of Bentley in hand, the world is mine.

Over the past period of time, he was really worried until his hair turned white. Often waking up from dreams in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, in less than three months, people looked a circle thinner.

At this moment, when he waited anxiously in the Huanxin office for more than an hour, various thoughts came and went in his mind. Until that familiar face finally appeared at the door, that familiar figure, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Really back.

More than a month ago, the sketch king's withdrawal from the Spring Festival Gala was a foregone conclusion. After it was finally made public yesterday, the public opinion pressure could be said to be overwhelming. As the general director of the Spring Festival Gala, the pressure he was under at this moment simply couldn't be described in words. He didn't sleep at all last night.

The only way to keep him from being scolded and make the broad masses of the people forget Zhao Benshan, after thinking about it, was only "him".

Although, it had been discussed in Los Angeles before, and the other party also said "if there is a suitable program, I will go on", but the problem was that even the song hadn't been decided yet, so where would the suitability come from?

If the other party turned around and said they wouldn't do it, then what would he, Ma Dong, do?

The Spring Festival Gala is the stage that everyone in the national performing arts circle dreams of, and it is the road to heaven that countless people want to go up on their knees.

But some people are different.

He, Ma Dong, as the general director, runs around every day, treats guests and gives gifts, and the hidden rules and bright rules are constant, but no matter how busy he is, he must set aside a few hours today to wait in person.

Only because some people have already stopped relying on this step to go up,

They come back from a higher place, and even have to go down a little bit to board your stage.

Ma Dong immediately stood up and greeted him with a full face of smiles: "Chen Zong, the journey is hard, welcome back to Beijing! It's really hard for you, having been on the plane for so long without any rest."

Chen Nuo looked at him in surprise. "Director Ma, what's wrong with you? Why have you lost so much weight? Are you also losing weight?"

Ma Dong touched his face and smiled bitterly: "Sigh, don't mention it." And added: "I watched the Golden Globes, the hosting was really good, it was great. Did Chen Zong go somewhere for further studies? Hahaha."

Chen Nuo smiled: "No, that's all the credit of the screenwriting team. Unlike you, actually, if I have a chance, I want to learn from you how to speak. After all, your eloquence has a family heritage."

"Hahahaha." Ma Dong laughed until his fat face wrinkled. "You are self-taught, which is truly rare. Come, let me introduce you, this is our CCTV's..."

Under Ma Dong's introduction, Chen Nuo shook hands and greeted the personnel who arrived from CCTV one by one. This time, many people came from CCTV, plus the Huanxin team, and in the end, the entire conference room was almost full.

"Then let's start now." Finally, Qi Yuntian sat in the seat on the left, coughed lightly, and said to Ma Dong sitting opposite him: "Director Ma, the basic situation of our communication these days, I have already briefly told Chen Zong in the car. Now let's get straight to the point."

"Okay."

The one who spoke was a female director from the CCTV directing team, her voice clean and neat. "Hello Chen Zong, I am the director in charge of song and dance programs. My name is Ha Wen. Next, I will introduce the list of alternative songs for the Spring Festival Gala to you. This time, we have prepared a total of four."

Ha Wen spoke clearly and steadily, spending about half an hour detailing the names, lyrics, and the meaning and creative background behind each song.

Subsequently, she opened her notebook and played the audio of these four songs in turn.

When the melody of the last song also faded in the air, the conference room fell into silence.

Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes to the head of the conference table—the young man who was leaning on the back of the chair, eyes slightly closed, palm covering his forehead, as if in deep thought.

He seemed to be thinking deeply.

Ma Dong opened his mouth, but in the end, didn't make a sound.

He knew too clearly—these four songs in front of him, which could appear in this conference room today, were each the result of games and compromises from multiple parties.

Behind them, all involved complex interest chains, including singer teams, record companies, brokerage companies, some high-level leaders of the station, and even the will of certain leaders in the propaganda department.

These things were entangled like twists, and even if they were insiders, they couldn't tell how many things were hidden behind a song. Just like that 'Hawthorn Flower' two years ago, no one could tell clearly until now how much money Chen Chusheng, who sang this song, and the music company lyricist and composer who held the copyright, earned.

In this way, in fact, even he, the general director, couldn't decide which four songs would appear in this conference room today and finally be read out by Ha Wen for this person to listen to.

But how would this one choose?

It wasn't something that any interest group could control.

It could only rely on this person's free will.

In today's China, across the country, it can be said that no one dares to say they can make decisions for him.

Chen Nuo didn't think for long. After coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Director Ma, why do the titles of these songs feel a bit big?"

Ma Dong cursed in his heart, but didn't know who he was scolding, and smiled: "Chen Zong, I understand what you mean. But like this, we are the Spring Festival Gala after all, so we still have to pay attention to some educational significance."

"Who can I educate?" Chen Nuo said with a smile: "I am just an actor."

Ha Wen, who introduced before, smiled and said: "Can't say that. The two words Chen Nuo, now in China, are a loud gold-lettered signboard. Your fans, your movie fans, these people influenced by you, can be said to be thousands upon thousands."

Chen Nuo smiled: "The people I can really influence, besides myself, can count my mom. Even my dad, I can't influence. As for the fans and movie fans you mentioned... if they could really be influenced by me, then they should all be at Tsinghua or Peking University now."

"Hahahahaha."

The conference room suddenly burst into joyful laughter.

Ma Dong smiled: "Chen Zong is really humorous."

"Not humorous."

Chen Nuo still had a smile, but his tone slowed down. The two sleeps on the plane didn't let him truly rest well, and the jet lag and fatigue were quietly eroding his attention. He could only raise his voice a little to make his words clear, so as not to let the other party not understand.

"Because I have talked about this problem before. I have told them to study hard, not just once, but in several interviews. But the result you see is that no one listened, no one took it seriously. So, Director Ma, you'd better not take me so seriously."

The whole venue fell silent.

A moment later, Ha Wen laughed and asked: "Then Chen Zong, does your meaning mean that these four songs are all not good?"

Chen Nuo said: "Not not good. The songs are all good songs, and they sound quite comfortable. For example, that 'Chinese Dragon', it sounds very good. However, I still want to try other styles. So if you have other alternatives, I think you can continue to take a few more to see. Haha, I know the time is urgent, but good food is not afraid of being late."

He laughed twice, looked around, and seeing no one following him, he closed his mouth.

Ha Wen added with a smile: "Chen Zong, you are right, good food is not afraid of being late. But now our time is indeed very tight. Today is already the 17th, and there are only six days left before the Spring Festival Gala. And you haven't participated in a single rehearsal yet. I remember, we signed an agreement."

Chen Nuo nodded and said: "Hmm, I remember. The strategic cooperation agreement between us and your CCTV, I signed it myself."

He paused, tilted his head, and asked: "And then?"

Ha Wen's face flushed red all of a sudden.

Ma Dong laughed: "I understand what you mean. Indeed, indeed, it's New Year, so it should be relaxed and festive. Then what kind of songs do you like? Do you have any requirements for the style? We will go back and reconsider, and try to come up with a new song list as soon as possible."

"Me, I like it a bit simpler." Chen Nuo smiled again, "The simpler it is, the faster I can practice."

"Oh, is that so, rare, rare." Ma Dong gave a thumbs up with a look of admiration, "Good, we will go back, try to organize it and hand it to you."

Chen Nuo is not a "big person", nor is he a "small person".

He felt that he was just an ordinary person. Of course, he loved this land, but this kind of love was something that couldn't be said.

It wasn't because he didn't want to say it, but because he always felt—some things, once expressed in a too direct, too loud way in front of the public, that kind of sincere emotion would change its taste.

Just like a man proposing to his beloved, holding a grand ceremony, fireworks, music, relatives and friends watching... It cannot be denied that that kind of grandness is also a kind of expression, but it also means the loss of another kind of thing.

—That kind of sincere emotion that originally belonged to the deepest, quietest, and most private between two people.

This is not the way he likes.

If he is willing, he can say the three words "I love you" affectionately, making every woman in the world unable to help but be moved. But he rarely says it.

Same logic as this.

Besides the awkwardness and stubbornness on the word "love", there is another point: Chen Nuo feels—

It doesn't matter if you say it abroad. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Asian faces are all the same, and some people can't tell clearly, maybe they think he is a little devil. Then he says it once, twice, three times, he doesn't feel tired, nor does he feel pretentious. In short, there are always foreigners who don't know him.

But if he wants him to sing the song 'I Am a Chinese Dragon' at the Spring Festival Gala of Chinese people... frankly speaking, sorry, he really feels there is no need for this.

For one thing, he is not a compatriot from Hong Kong, Macao, or Taiwan, for another, he doesn't really want to immigrate, and for another, it's a holiday, so let the children rest for a while.

"So, if you still haven't chosen in the end, then what will you do?"

"Forget it."

"Forget it? Didn't you sign an agreement?"

"Yes, but what can I do if I can't find it? It's just a framework strategic agreement. This thing, if you take it seriously, it's true, if you don't take it seriously, it's a piece of waste paper."

Chen Nuo dug two more mouthfuls of rice fiercely, while chewing and saying: "Alright, don't talk about this, talk about you, how have you been recently?"

Gao Yuanyuan sat opposite him, the restaurant light gently sprinkled on her face, outlining her outline with a layer of soft halo, a bit like a character walking out of an old movie, gentle, quiet, and with a kind of distance that makes people unclear.

She smiled lightly, "What else can I do? Accompanying my mom at home."

"Didn't you say you were going to film a movie?"

"Talking about it, but the scripts are not very satisfactory." She sipped water, her tone flat, "There are not many art films now, and I'm tired of filming commercial films."

Chen Nuo nodded and picked up another chopstick of boiled meat slices. Perhaps because he hadn't eaten Chinese food for a long time, he was truly conquered by this Sichuan dish stir-fried by Gao Yuanyuan, a Beijing native.

Fresh, fragrant, numb, and spicy, to be honest, it was even better than what his mom made.

At the same time, he also knew that what Gao Yuanyuan said was the truth. This person was quite different from Yang Mi. Of course, it wasn't to say who was definitely right, it was just that the personality was different. This woman wasn't the kind of person who could keep taking bad money.

Although in 2010 and 2011, in order to treat her mother's illness, she filmed several mediocre commercial films, such as 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart', 'Love in Space', etc., and also went to 'Beginning of the Great Revival' to guest star.

But deep down, she was still a particularly literary young woman.

What she loves to watch are art films, and what she loves to film are also art films. She even loves planting flowers and reading books at home in her spare time. Among the female friends around him, she should be the most sentimental and the one who dislikes socializing the most.

Between the two of them, the last time they met was before he went to the US to film 'Drop'—speaking of 'Drop', James Pritzker finally walked out of the sadness of his father's passing, saying that the post-production of the movie was done, and he would meet him after he went to the US.

It had been a year, and he could finally see the finished film. Chen Nuo's mood wasn't very excited either.

He was already a bit used to similar things in the film world.

A movie, logically speaking, preparation, filming, post-production, release, the whole process is about a year, but often there are some factors, leading to the shelving or postponement of this movie.

Just like 'The Workers', just like 'Drop', or 'No Man's Land' at the beginning.

It is also like the relationship between people—

During this year, when he returned to China and had time, the other party was either filming or busy with her mother's affairs. Anyway, there were always such relationships, leading to the two not being able to meet.

This time, he finally had a little time before the New Year, and Gao Yuanyuan's mother went to her aunt's place for the New Year, so both sides had a day of leisure.

He came out of the company, found an excuse to push off other appointments, and came to her place specially.

Both were silent for a while, Gao Yuanyuan watched him gobble up with a smile.

In the room, only the light sound of chopsticks touching the bowl, his chewing sound, and the noise in the night of Beijing coming from far away outside the window could be heard.

Gao Yuanyuan suddenly asked him, "What kind of song do you really want to sing?"

Chen Nuo thought about it: "That kind of song that allows me to sing quietly, and won't make me feel like I'm a promotional video."

"The requirements are quite high."

"High?"

"High."

Chen Nuo didn't belong to the literary circle. Although he felt that Gao Yuanyuan's words had something to say, he couldn't taste the meaning inside for a while, chuckled, and continued to dry rice.

After finishing three bowls of rice in a row, Chen Nuo put down his chopsticks.

Then the guilt came up.

Gao Yuanyuan smiled and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Sigh, losing weight, shouldn't have eaten so much."

"Losing weight?" Gao Yuanyuan raised her volume.

"Right..."

Chen Nuo explained a little, Gao Yuanyuan listened and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, "So that's it, no wonder I saw you seem a little thinner."

Chen Nuo was dissatisfied: "Seem?"

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes were completely bent, her long and dense eyelashes were like two small brushes, and a hearty laugh of a Beijing girl came out of her mouth, saying: "If I had known, I would have reminded you to eat less. Ate well? Then go sit on the sofa for a while, I'll go wash the dishes."

"Good, go."

Gao Yuanyuan said so, but didn't go immediately, but first made a cup of tea and put it on the coffee table in the living room, letting him drink slowly and wait, and then went into the kitchen.

The TV was playing the late-night news of CCTV-1, just cutting to an interview of the Spring Festival Gala. In the picture, a middle-aged male singer wearing a coat was being interviewed. Chen Nuo didn't know him very well, but he was obviously a member of this year's Spring Festival Gala.

He watched for a while, but his attention gradually shifted, and his eyes couldn't help but drift to the kitchen direction again.

This house was bought by Gao Yuanyuan herself, a small high-rise, 11th floor, more than 110 square meters inside. The location is by the side of Tuanjie Lake in Chaoyang District, the community is very large, the greening is also done beautifully, and the most important thing is that the privacy is good—there are only twenty or so households in each building. Chen Nuo had been here twice and only met a kind-looking little old lady in the elevator.

Looking from the position he was sitting at this moment, he could just see Gao Yuanyuan's back in the kitchen.

The heating in the house was just right, it was very warm in the house, the woman didn't wear much, a tight pair of jeans with a white woolen tight shirt, her waist was slender, and she looked very graceful. The high ponytail tied up swayed left and right behind her head with her movements.

Gao Yuanyuan not only cooks well, but also does housework extremely neatly. In less than five minutes, she finished washing the pots and pans, wiped her hands on the apron with Hello Kitty drawn on it, hung it behind the kitchen door, and walked out.

Chen Nuo was a little full, thinking that if he exercised later, would it hurt his stomach.

But didn't expect Gao Yuanyuan to suddenly ask: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

To be honest, taking a walk in Beijing in January is definitely not a good idea.

Although it wasn't too late at this time, it was just past seven, but the sky was already pitch black. The howling cold wind swept from between heaven and earth, passed through the treetops of withered branches, and swept over the residual snow on the side of the road, blowing on the face, cutting people painfully like a knife.

But because of this, the pedestrians on the street were all wrapped tightly with scarves, masks, and hats, making Chen Nuo and Gao Yuanyuan look like two ordinary passersby.

"You came back this time, besides participating in the Spring Festival Gala, is there anything else?" Gao Yuanyuan asked.

Chen Nuo remembered that when he went to Nanjing a while ago, Zhang Xiaofei mentioned that she planned to hold a class reunion at the end of the year, but until now she hadn't contacted him.

Also, even if it's old classmates from ordinary universities, it's hard to get together once, let alone their acting class.

These people in their class have all mixed quite well after graduation. For example, Yuan Shanshan, he often sees her serving as the heroine in various costume dramas when brushing Weibo, and her fans are getting more and more, occasionally posting some set photos or selfies, the style is bright and beautiful, completely unlike the ordinary girl who was slightly shy in class back then.

And Wang Meng, who has a good relationship with Yuan Shanshan, and even Jing Tian, who is two years younger than them, have gradually emerged in the entertainment industry.

As an actor, the schedule is surprisingly dense. The works, interviews, endorsements, and set auditions and rehearsals presented to the audience are actually just the tip of the iceberg. More behind the scenes are countless magazine shoots, business announcements, brand activities, and set auditions and rehearsals, all of which require a lot of time and energy, but are often difficult for outsiders to truly understand.

It's too hard to squeeze out time to get together.

Chen Nuo shook his head: "No, just finish the Spring Festival Gala, and then go to the US again."

Gao Yuanyuan was surprised: "So urgent? Going again?"

"Hmm. Go to present an award. Santa Barbara Film Festival in California, USA, ever heard of it?"

"...... Heard of it. Did you win an award?"

"No, it's Nolan. This time he won the Master Award there, and the organizing committee invited me to present the award to him............" After Chen Nuo finished speaking, after waiting for a while, seeing Gao Yuanyuan didn't answer, he couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"

Gao Yuanyuan made a sound similar to a sigh behind the scarf covering her face, "Nothing, just, hearing you talk about your things, I feel quite unreal. Thinking about it, yesterday I was watching your video at the Golden Globes, and now I can actually walk with you, it's really like a dream."

Chen Nuo chuckled twice, "I feel like what you are saying now is quite like dream talk."

Gao Yuanyuan made a muffled laugh, "I didn't." After speaking, she added: "Can I hold your arm and walk?"

Look, this kind of caution in details is the unique temperament of literary youth.

If it were Liu Yifei, she definitely wouldn't ask, just tell Chen Nuo to hold her and walk; Tong Liya wouldn't either, the Xibe girl is gentle and obedient, and never takes the initiative to make requests; as for Wen Yongshan, the style of Hong Kong girls is more direct, maybe she had already naturally held Chen Nuo's arm as soon as she went out, and wouldn't feel that there was anything that needed "instruction".

Only Gao Yuanyuan would suddenly say such a sentence.

Chen Nuo had to helplessly say: "Can."

Gao Yuanyuan laughed lightly again, put her hand into his arm, and her body stuck closer. If the two looked like just good friends just now, then at this moment, if they were photographed by paparazzi, I'm afraid it wouldn't be clear.

The two walked quietly for a while, Gao Yuanyuan suddenly said: "A new bar opened nearby, do you want to go sit for a while? It's quite quiet, and there are few people usually, no one will recognize you."

Chen Nuo really didn't understand what this woman was doing tonight, but since they were already out, he didn't want to spoil the fun, so he agreed: "Okay."

So the two changed their route, led by Gao Yuanyuan, walked through several alleys, turned around, and came to a quiet old street. Just as she said, the street was very quiet, most of the shops were closed, only a small bar was lit with dim yellow lights, flickering with neon signs in the night, and the name was quite strange, called "Go".

At the entrance of the bar stood a wooden stand with a poster pasted on it, but the poster wasn't pasted firmly, the corners had already collapsed, and it was "rustling" in the wind. That picture covered the person's face and name, only revealing a line of advertising slogans: "'About a Wanderer's Story' Music Special, Performance Time: January 15 to 30, starting at 8 pm. No break for the New Year."

Gao Yuanyuan pushed the door open and took Chen Nuo inside.

The interior area of the bar was small, with several round tables in the middle, and a circle of booths set up along the wall. The lights were dim, and there was a small stage in the center. At this moment, a young man in his twenties was holding a guitar and adjusting the microphone, preparing to sing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up at the two of them. His appearance couldn't be called outstanding, just quite ordinary.

Chen Nuo and Gao Yuanyuan sat in the corner of the bar, neither of them took off their scarves and masks for the first time.

However, the little sister who came to order should have seen all kinds of weird people, and didn't have any surprised expression, smilingly put the wine list in front of them, and said in a Beijing-flavored Mandarin: "In order to celebrate Brother Zhao coming to station today, tonight from 7 to 9 is happy hour, we are half price for the whole venue."

Chen Nuo looked down at the wine list, expressing serious doubt about the waiter's statement.

What half price from seven to nine?

It is estimated that this place is half price 24 hours a day.

He flipped through a few pages casually, what Flame Wild Rose, Midnight Little Hunter, just hearing the names didn't seem reliable. It is estimated that it is just the bartender casually mixing fruit juice, pouring some vodka or rum, and daring to sell 120, 140 yuan a cup? This is Beijing? New York!

If it weren't for half price, it would be strange if it could be sold.

That small tavern in Yulin, Chengdu, he remembered how much a cup of wine sold for at that time?

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 462 =====