Chapter 1288 The Sorrow of a Big Star

Causeway Bay, a street full of bars and discos, is full of people looking for relaxation and excitement when night falls.

Despite the plummeting stock and property markets in Xiangjiang, business here has not decreased at all.

Before the rise of Lan Kwai Fong, bar entertainment in Xiangjiang was very scattered, but most of them were still in the Yau Tsim Mong area.

The market culture here is relatively strong, and it is also where the middle and lower class people in Xiangjiang live. Naturally, there are more entertainments.

If you cross the sea, the Hong Kong Island side is usually filled with rich people or gringos, but it is not as lively as this side.

Naturally, the business of bars and discos cannot be the same for every business.

There is one of the best restaurants called "SUMA", and before eight o'clock, there is already a queue outside.

There is no concept that every inch of land is precious in Xiangjiang. It covers more than 1,000 square meters, with private rooms occupying a small half and the rest being mostly open space.

The 500 square meters or so in the middle was packed with people.

The floor is made of the latest steel plates imported from abroad, which are constantly vibrating, making people twist even more to the loud music, making it even more exciting.

Both men and women are shaking their heads, showing off the sweat and enthusiasm of youth.

The seven or eight new young people who came in, after ordering drinks and finding a seat, began to look into the dance floor, trying to see if there was any prey worth killing.

"Hey, why is there no one around that woman?" After a few glances, a young man with yellow hair pointed to the side in surprise.

Everyone followed his hand and saw that it was indeed like this. It was obviously not a corner, but there was more than one meter of open space around the short woman wearing a hot T-shirt and shorts.

"Wow!"

Another young man with blond hair had better eyes. He opened his eyes wide and said, "This... do you think she looks like Ronger?"

"Which Ronger? How good is your new look?" a friend said with a smile.

"Holy shit, Huang Rong! Guo Jing's Huang Rong! Do you think she looks like her?" The blond young man couldn't help but complain.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has not been finished for a long time. Qiao Huangrong has already become the most popular beauty in Hong Kong. Countless young people are obsessed with her. When they heard this, everyone stared at that one again. Women watch.

"Hey, don't tell me, they are quite similar."

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll give it a try right away!"

"I'll go too. What if I can hook her up and get a room tonight?"

Several people were ready to leave the table.

At this time, the waiter who was putting down the drinks for them spoke, "Guys, you better not go."

"Why?"

The few people who stood up said impatiently.

"Don't you wonder why Weng Meiling is here, but no one dares to go next to her and seduce her?" the waiter said slowly and orderly while placing the beer.

"Is it really her!?"

Several people were surprised, and one person asked, "Is it because everyone likes her too much? They can't bear to disturb the celebrity?"

"Certainly not."

The waiter put down the beer, but didn't say anything anymore, but looked at them with a smile.

We all go out to play often, so why don’t we know what the waiter means?

Close to his yellow hair, he stretched out his hand and put a hundred-dollar bill into his pocket.

The waiter smiled with satisfaction, "Look at the corner on the right."

Several people followed what he said and looked over, and saw another strange scene. Among the densely packed round tables, they were originally full of people, but there were five very strange tables.

There is only one person at the middle table, holding a pen and a drawing board, writing and drawing something.

There were two men sitting on each of the four tables around him, a total of eight people. They were all in straight suits, with solemn faces, and their hands were placed on their knees, not moving at all.

This weird atmosphere made these five tables incompatible with the surrounding environment, and no one dared to sit there.

"Isn't this crazy?" the blond-haired young man muttered.

"If Mr. Jun is all crazy, then there will be no normal people in Xiangjiang." The waiter said with a smile.

"Master Jun?" One person had not yet reacted, "Which court official is he from?"

"Yin Jun, Master Jun!" The waiter looked at him strangely, "Didn't you see that the people around you are wearing the uniforms of the Qilin Security Team?"

"Grass!"

The blond-haired young man couldn't help but express his emotions.

Then he became very excited and danced: "I am a fan of Jun Shao! A big fan! I didn't expect that I actually met a real person today!!"

"I understand!"

Compared to his companions who were at a loss, the young man with yellow hair suddenly realized: "Rong'er was brought by Yin Jun! So no one dares to touch her!"

"You're right." The waiter continued with a smile, "She came half an hour ago. A few people recognized her and went to dance around her, trying to touch her, but they were beaten by Jun Shao. Several bodyguards were dragged out... By the way, one of them was knocked unconscious by the butt of a gun. That's a clean shot! Everyone present was stunned!

Brother Yao, who was watching the scene, didn't even dare to fart, and had to help drag people away. Then our boss quickly asked us to remind every new customer at the table not to mess with Ms. Weng Meiling again and just let her play alone. Otherwise, if the commotion gets bigger later, not only will you be miserable, but our disco bar will probably not be able to open! "

Several people trembled unconsciously when they heard this.

How hard is the butt of the gun? How does it feel to be hit on the head?

no.

The key is not that the butt of the gun is hard, it’s that Young Master Jun’s bodyguard carries the gun!

Who else dares to confront him?

Brother Yao, why don't you kneel down and apologize to Mr. Jun? It's all because of him!

Thinking about what would have happened if they had gone out of their way to flirt with the opera singer Meiling without the waiter's reminder, it would be strange for them not to tremble.

…

Weng Meiling also obviously noticed the difference in the surrounding atmosphere.

Although the surroundings were very lively and I was having a lot of fun, the people around me were actually avoiding me.

Please!

Although I don’t like to be in contact with these people, it’s nice to get everyone together to dance and dance!

As a result, there was no one within one meter of me.

Even if I move my steps, they will move with me. It’s so frustrating!

Even the dancers who were leading the mood on the stage had to pause when their eyes met mine, and they looked frightened.

Without excitement, it would be meaningless.

Weng Meiling sighed, simply stopped jumping around, turned around and walked outside.

Seeing the young aunt leaving, everyone squeezed out of the passage along the way. No one dared to come into contact with Weng Meiling, lest they be beaten by the bodyguards later.

Quickly returning to Yin Jun's table, Weng Meiling picked up the beer she left here, raised her head and drank the remaining half of the bottle.

"Ah...it feels so good!"

Weng Meiling put down the bottle of wine and sat comfortably on the chair. She looked at Yin Jun who had no reaction and felt a little depressed.

"Hey, big boss, is it interesting that you are so boring every day?" Weng Meiling reached out and poked Yin Jun, "I asked you to come and relax with me, but you moved the workbench here, are you worthy of me? "

Yin Jun raised his head, looked at Weng Meiling, and suddenly fell into a trance, overlapping her with another pretty and lovely girl.

In this case, Sophie Marceau also told herself some time ago.

"I don't really like the excitement." The young man put down the drawing board in his hand, which seemed to be a portrait of several shots, "Sister Ling, I see you are quite happy playing alone. Just now, no one dared to come to eat your tofu. ”

After rolling her eyes at Yin Jun, Weng Meiling seemed to be a little thirsty, so she picked up Yin Jun's water glass, took a sip, and then looked at him blankly.

Yin Jun naturally knew what she was thinking, "You don't have to drink when you come to a bar, just like you don't have to eat when you go to a restaurant. We can eat noodles."

"you……"

Weng Meiling couldn't help but give Yin Jun a thumbs up, "Even if you are not the boss, you can definitely make a living if you go on a talk show."

"How are you? Are you feeling much better now?" Yin Jun changed the subject.

"It's okay, but it's easy to overthink when you have nothing to do." Weng Meiling admitted honestly.

This girl is sick.

Not physically, but mentally.

After Qiao Huangrong became crazy and angry, Weng Meiling was simply at a loss.

Everyone's pursuit is one aspect. She doesn't even know how she will star in TV series or movies in the future.

Because she has no confidence that she can surpass Huang Rong's role.

What an actor is most proud of is that he has created a classic character that others cannot forget.

But on the other hand, the most painful thing for an actor is that he can only live in this role for the rest of his life.

This is obviously the case with Weng Meiling.

She was even like this in her previous life, so when her career was not going well and her boyfriend was cheating on her, she couldn't think about it and committed suicide.

Yin Jun was on Kylin TV two days ago and heard Xiao Sheng talking about Weng Meiling's problem, so he asked her out to talk.

Unexpectedly, Weng Meiling made an appointment here, so Yin Jun could only accompany her here.

When people are depressed, they need to vent for a while, but this does not mean that venting will make them feel better.

Just like drinking when you are broken up in love, drinking can certainly relieve your worries, but after you wake up, it is often more painful.

Weng Meiling's attitude towards Yin Jun was very casual, so she spoke very straightforwardly.

"Actually, depression is more about having nothing to do and being too busy." Yin Jun thought for a while, stood up, and stretched out his hand, "Let's go, I'll take you to a place, let's go shopping there Take a stroll.”

"Where to go?" Weng Meiling put her hand in Yin Jun's hand obediently.

There is no personal relationship between the two, but they are closer than good friends.

Although Yin Jun calls "Sister Ling", in Weng Meiling's heart, Yin Jun is the eldest brother.

"You'll know when you go."

The young man smiled, took the petite young lady and walked out.