Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

However, technician number 26 didn't think so. Through the conversation between this handsome man and other customers, she had confirmed that the Wang Fei on the phone screen was indeed the pop diva Wang Fei. Moreover, she felt that this handsome man and Wang Fei definitely had more than just a working relationship. That smile... tsk tsk.

However, the handsome guy was indeed generous; although she didn't actually touch him, she readily paid the full amount.

At the entrance of the club, Yang Che, with one hand in his pocket, spotted Wang Fei getting out of the car not far away. She was wearing light makeup, her not-so-long hair was combed back, and she was wearing a gray-brown striped strapless top, black casual pants, and low-heeled shoes.

Seeing Yang Che looking at her, Wang Fei smiled awkwardly and waved her hand slightly.

As he approached, Yang Che didn't extend his hand, but simply grinned and said, "We meet again."

Wang Fei glanced at the bar with a dazed look before smoothing her hair and saying, "How did you get here so fast?"

Yang Che pointed and said, "They're at that massage parlor over there, getting ready for a foot massage."

Wang Fei flicked his hair: "Oh, that place is pretty nice, I've been there."

At this moment, Yang Che noticed that someone had raised a camera to his right.

"Is it okay if someone takes pictures?"

Wang Fei glanced back, shook his head, and smiled. "It doesn't matter, let's go in. Alcohol emboldens cowards, a few drinks will make us chat a little longer, hehe."

The two then entered the club one after the other, instantly immersing themselves in a warm, dimly lit space amidst the hustle and bustle of the street, with soft, languid British music playing.

The bar has two floors. The second floor has a corridor, and behind the corridor are private rooms.

However, Wang Fei did not go up to the second floor, but instead headed towards the dark wood semi-enclosed booths on the right side of the first floor.

The ground floor is covered with dark brown solid wood flooring, and the walls are covered with matte dark brown panels. Several retro spherical wall lamps hang on the side of the wall, and the light is very soft. Under this light, you can't see the end at a glance. It feels like most of the space in the bar is hidden in a hazy light unless you squint to look closely.

The decor is very upscale; you feel relaxed as soon as you walk in...

Judging from the waiter's warm yet somewhat distant service attitude, it was clear that Wang Fei was a regular customer here.

As they approached the booth, the three people present were simultaneously taken aback, and Yang Che couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Because among those present were Mei Yip Fong, Cherie Chung, and a childlike Nicholas Tse, who sat between Fong and Chung.

This guy is acting like a child, both in his hairstyle and his face. He's staring at Wang Fei with a mixture of nervousness and fascination, while Yang Che is being ignored... well, deliberately ignored, like he's implying that if he doesn't look at Yang Che, Yang Che doesn't exist.

The other three, however, widened their eyes, looking at Wang Fei and then at Yang Che.

After Wang Fei sat down next to Mei Yefang, he quickly gestured with his hands: "My friend Yang Che, why don't you two get to know each other?"

Yang Che sat down next to her naturally, grinning, "Hello everyone, sorry for the intrusion."

Wang Fei was much more relaxed at this moment, and looked at him calmly, saying, "It's okay, they were talking about you a while ago."

Yang Che asked curiously, "Really? I'm honored. What are you going to talk about me about? You're not curious about how I fooled the Japanese, are you?"

Chung Chor-hung chuckled, while Mei Yip-fong smiled and said, "You're talking about handsome guys, huh? Hey, let me ask which way they went up the mountain."

Xie Tingfeng finally looked at Yang Che, but the hostility in his eyes was impossible to hide. Yang Che raised an eyebrow at him, smiled, and then looked at Hong Gu.

Chung Chu-hung smiled gently and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang."

"Hello, Hong Gu, just call me A-Che. Hello, Sister A-Mei, and who is this young man?"

Nicholas Tse's cool expression instantly turned into one of utter bewilderment.

Mei Yefang, who had just taken out her phone, had an exaggerated expression: "Wow, you don't even know him? He won Best New Performer at last year's Hong Kong Film Awards, and his new album is platinum this year."

Nicholas Tse felt a little better, but he was still very cool, as cool as a king of cool.

"Hello, my name is Nicholas Tse, I am a singer, and I have acted in two movies."

Yang Che shook his head: "I'm new to the industry and didn't pay much attention to the entertainment circle before, but I do know about the Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong and Xia Yufang."

Cherie Chung smiled and said, "I'm so honored."

Mei Yefang glanced at Wang Fei and then smiled, "Ache, I have a friend who really likes you. Oh...speak of the devil, and he calls."

Yang Che glanced at Wang Fei, only to see her roll her eyes in exasperation.

Hearing Mei Yefang urge the other party on the phone, Yang Che suddenly thought of something, leaned close to Wang Fei's ear, and whispered, "Is Liu Jialing coming too?"

Wang Fei shuddered, then shifted his position almost imperceptibly: "What's wrong?"

Yang Che took out his phone, found the text messages with Liu Jialing, and handed them over. Wang Fei tilted his head and looked at them, his eyes widening immediately. He didn't notice that the two of them had already touched heads.

She simply asked in the same low voice, "When did you two meet?"

At this moment, Chung Chu-hung noticed that Tse Ting-feng's eyes were red after drinking a glass of wine, and quickly said, "Hey, can you two stop whispering?"

Wang Fei felt a slight unease and shifted his buttocks to the side, though he didn't actually move an inch.

Yang Che's lips twitched, but he still looked at Wang Fei: "Don't overthink it. I met my friends at Yung Kee today and we just chatted for a bit."

"Oh, I see. Then you..."

Wang Fei was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Yang Che was speechless and somewhat embarrassed.

The conversation and expressions of the two were simply astounding to the three people opposite them.

After hanging up the phone, Mei Yefang thought: Calling Nic (Nicholas Tse's English name) today was a mistake, huh? It seems like a good thing, so I won't be so anxious all the time, since Fei has lost interest.

So they decided not to mention that Yang Che had a girlfriend.

Xie Tingfeng felt burning with jealousy. He couldn't understand why Wang Fei, who had admired him just two months ago, was now so indifferent.

Where did this guy come from? Why is he sitting so close to Wang Fei? Why doesn't Wang Fei dislike him? Why do they talk so casually to each other?

Chung Chu-hung coughed lightly: "Ah Che, have you written any songs lately?"

Yang Che thought to himself: Finally, someone asked! I can show off now.

At this moment, Nicholas Tse spoke up, almost accusingly, "Is that so?"

Yang Che blinked. Was someone actually helping him out? Well, what a kid, a kid blinded by love.

For a moment, Cherie Chung felt somewhat embarrassed. Mei Yefang subtly kicked Tse Ting-feng under the table. Tse Ting-feng regretted his actions and subconsciously glanced at Wang Fei, only to see her looking at Yang Che with great interest, as if waiting for him to speak. Thus, his self-reproach and regret turned into grievance and anger.