Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 661 The Last of the "Eight Banners"

Besides the second-tier actress who served Yi Shan, the girl sitting next to Chen Zhe was also a pretty girl, whom Yi Shan called "Xiao Ning".

I heard she's a graduate of the Beijing Dance Academy's folk dance program and now wants to enter the entertainment industry.

Lacking financial backers, he used connections to get to the famous White Horse Club, hoping to get to know one or two big bosses.

Ideally, it should be from Shanxi. I've heard from my friends that although the coal mine owners there aren't very educated, they only care about spending money and having sex, leaving everything else to professional directors.

Initially, she also hoped to make friends with the founder of Tracing Technology.

However, upon entering and seeing Chen Zhe for the first time, this girl from the Beijing Dance Academy gave up on the idea of ​​seducing him and making him her long-term meal ticket.

So handsome and so young, if he were a male model at the Hakuba Club, he might have plenty of wealthy ladies in Kyoto willing to pay him to be their sugar daddy.

Let's just have a free friendly chat, then exchange contact information. That way, when I go to Guangdong to film something, I'll have someone to look after me.

However, this girl from Beijing Dance Academy is simply overthinking things.

If Director Chen wanted to have a friendly fling, Yunhaiyue Club could become his little red house.

These women are far inferior to cosplay and sweetness. Even that second-tier female celebrity, who looks alright on TV, has very obvious blemishes on her face in real life, which concealer can't cover at all.

As for the other girl, she didn't sit at the table, but went to the room with the microphone and sound system.

"Brother, let's have our drink."

Yi Shan raised his wine cup: "Those are singers, they sell their art but not their bodies. Of course, if you want more money, everything is negotiable."

Chen smiled and nodded, then clinked glasses with Yi Shan.

Seeing that Chen Zhe didn't seem to take it seriously, Yi Shan added, "That's a teacher at the music academy and a second-level singer at the Grand Theatre."

Before the words were even finished, a voice rang in my ears: "The sun shines brightly on the golden mountain in the capital..."

His voice was clear and resonant, each word pronounced perfectly, with a rich resonance that seemed to make the glass on the coffee table sway slightly.

Chen was stunned for a moment.

This is a karaoke bar, not CCTV. Why are you singing this kind of song?
But Yi Shan seemed to really enjoy it. He picked up some food while humming along, shaking his head and occasionally tapping out the beat at the high notes.

Chen gradually understood that the intoxication on Yi Shan's face did not stem from appreciation of the music itself, but from a deeper and more complex emotional resonance.

For the "Eight Banners Princes," these songs once echoed in the shade of trees in their courtyards, on the old-fashioned radio in their grandfathers' studies, and at family gatherings during festivals—their magnificent and resounding melodies had all been heard...

But as times have changed, the past glories have become memories, so people can only find the taste of the past in KTV.

"Could this be considered a kind of 'nostalgia for power'?"

Chen chuckled inwardly.

"Brother, seeing your smiling face, do you also like these pieces?"

Yi Shan picked up his glass again: "Come on, let's have another one!"

Chen drank it down in one gulp, completely unconcerned.

Yi Shan actually has a high alcohol tolerance. These kids who grew up in the compound started drinking Moutai from a young age, and as they grew up, they spent every day hanging out outside. They could drink half a jin of baijiu even without eating.

But when he had drunk eight ounces, Yi Shan saw that Chen Zhe was still articulate and logical, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "How come this kid still has the [Massive Amount] card in his skill set?"

After listening to some rousing revolutionary songs and drinking half a jin of Moutai, Yi Shan felt something was wrong.

Chen's eyes were glistening with a layer of moisture, but they were very clear. His voice was only slightly loud, but he wasn't exaggerating.

This isn't a sign of being drunk; it's just that he's just getting into the zone.

Based on past drinking experience, in this state, the remaining alcohol consumption is equal to twice the amount consumed earlier.

"There's still more than two jin of liquor left?"

Yi Shan was a little scared; he couldn't keep up anymore.

However, the stories Yi Shan heard since childhood—that his grandfathers drank from the same canteen on the battlefield and his fathers clinked glasses with the same enamel mug during the Great Construction period—were romanticized and inherited.

Therefore, the rule in their circle is that if someone comes to the capital as a guest, it's considered unmanly not to get them drunk.

While the girl from Beijing Dance Academy went to the restroom to touch up her makeup, Yi Shan said to Chen Zhe, "Brother, you seem to ignore the pretty girl next to you. Are you that dissatisfied with her?"

"Not really."

Chen smiled and said, "Maybe it's just not a strong connection."

Actually, it's because we're going back to the hotel soon, and if Sweetie smells a strong perfume scent on me in addition to the smell of alcohol, it would be hard to explain.

Therefore, Chen simply avoided any contact with this girl from the Beijing Dance Academy, not even offering to clink glasses.

"You don't know, he's a real hidden talent."

Yi Shan lowered his voice and said, "She also knows how to do gua sha and cupping."

"Oh?"

Chen Zhe couldn't help but feel a sense of awe: "And she's also a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who can dance?"

"No."

Yi Shan quickly shook his head: "She comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. I told you her specialty is gua sha with her tongue and cupping with her mouth." "Damn it..."

Chen thought to himself that this skill was quite amazing. If he really had no future in the entertainment industry, he might as well open a "borderline physiotherapy clinic".

Members need to verify their funds to enjoy the services, so the business must be doing well.

Just as he was lost in thought, the girl from Beijing Dance Academy returned from touching up her makeup. Yi Shan quickly said to her, "Xiao Ning, you need to step up your game. My buddy here hasn't had a good drink."

Xiao Ning pouted, "President Chen doesn't like to clink glasses with me, what can I do?"

"It's alright, it's alright. I just told him about your special skills."

Yi Shan winked and said with a smile, "If you raise your glass again, he'll definitely accept it."

"Mr. Chen..."

Xiao Ning from the Beijing Dance Academy delicately picked up her wine cup.

Chen, his mind racing, ignored Xiao Ning's toast and said to Yi Shan, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Does President Yi really want me to die here?"

Yi Beile still had some backbone, so he didn't try to hide it and directly admitted: "If you are made to walk out of this door standing up, then I, Yi Shan, have failed to provide adequate hospitality."

"Row."

Chen nodded silently.

He first put down his small wine cup, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt collar, and then, in full view of everyone, "whoosh" off his outer suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

"Mr. Yi, I'm not bragging, but even if I drank from these small glasses until tomorrow morning, I wouldn't get drunk."

Fueled by the alcohol, Director Chen declared with boundless pride, "Go! Bring the biggest glass here!"

The second-tier actress's eyes flickered slightly at the sight of his display of skill—his act of undressing, stripping, and shouting—and she subconsciously pursed her red lips.

As for the girl from Beijing Dance Academy, she felt as if something had bumped into her chest, and her heart fluttered.

If she could, even a second-tier actress would prefer to be with a young, handsome man like Chen, instead of this fat pig next to her.

But she can't.

Since you like the Renminbi, then don't worry about which year it was issued.

When the club staff brought over a 300ml wine glass, Chen filled it and said to Yi Shan, "Brother Shan wants to test my limits, so I can only do my best and get it done. I'll respectfully accept your offer!"

"Wait, the men need to change their wine glasses too!"

How could Yi Shan, a Manchu prince, allow an outsider to make such a presumptuous gesture in front of him? Even though he knew he couldn't hold his liquor, he gritted his teeth and decided to learn from Chen.

Seeing the situation, the second-tier actress secretly groaned, but she could only stand with Yi Shan, holding her wine glass, ready to face the young man who was full of momentum.

"Mr. Chen."

Xiao Ning, a girl from the Beijing Dance Academy, said ingratiatingly, "I can drink it for you later."

"Need not."

Director Chen smiled proudly: "You go to the other side, I'll take on three of you."

Xiao Ning: ……

This battle was truly spectacular. There were no princes, no founders, no actresses, no graduates of the Beijing Dance Academy; only the clinking of wine glasses.

This was the first time since Chen's rebirth that he had drunk the last trace of his consciousness.

Of course, Yi Shan was in an even worse state; he had drunk so much that he had vomited in the bathroom several times.

In the end, the club's duty manager, fearing something might go wrong, came over and interrupted the showdown in the capital.

"President Yi, President Yi."

The female manager patted Yi Shan on the back; he was still breathing, so he probably wouldn't die.

"Chen, where is Chen?"

Yi Shan barely opened his eyes. The crystal chandelier above his head turned into a blurry and dazzling halo. In his remaining consciousness, he still remembered this "battle" that had ended inconclusively.

"President Chen has left."

"That's what the club's female manager said."

"How is he... how is he?"

Yi Shan asked, his tongue thick with slur.

"He was unconscious and was taken away by his subordinates."

The female manager replied softly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Upon hearing this, Yi Shan disregarded his disheveled appearance and laughed smugly, "This kid is a real man... I, I like him!"

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(One more tonight; the character of Baylor seems to have come to life as well.)
(End of this chapter)