A week after Kyoko Fukada's return to Japan, Qin Guan's photo album would be published in all the major fashion magazines of the Citizen branch in all the countries it was involved in.
Qin Guan's good days were over. He found himself surrounded by passersby whenever he walked on the street.
He pulled Cong Nianwei away and ran into the training center. In a few days, they would finish their training courses one by one and start to prepare for going abroad.
The training teacher gave an impassioned speech on the podium, cheering everyone on for the exam. When he got to the part where he was excited, he choked with sobs.
He Ming, who was sitting in the back row, helplessly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said speechlessly, "I told you not to attend the new teacher's class. These training teachers haven't changed from the role of ordinary teachers yet."
"When he changes students as frequently as he washes socks every day, he won't be so agitated."
Lan Jin, who was sitting in the front row, was amused by He Ming. His exaggerated red hair was shaking with his laughter.
He Ming knocked Lan Jin's head helplessly and invited him, "This is the last time we meet before the exam. No one has anything to do today anyway."
We haven't played together yet. Let's take advantage of this opportunity to chat. If we go to America together, we can take care of each other. "
Lan Jin cheered up. He agreed excitedly. Just then, Qin Guan's phone rang.
Qin Guan gestured to He Ming, who was about to invite him to wait. He handed his bag to Cong Nianwei and told her to pack up while he answered the phone.
"Yes, it's me. What's up, Brother Bu? “”
Bu Qinglu was lying on the sofa in the office, stepping on the edge of the coffee table with his shoes. Two people were sprawled on the floor in front of him.
He was afraid that Qin Guan couldn't hear him clearly, so he spoke loudly, "Two things! First, your classmates, the bunch of people who came to our club to watch the game, came to Fruit Candy to play today. With your VIP card, I brought them directly to the third floor and exempted them from the room fees. "
Qin Guan nodded and answered, "Got it, Brother Bo. Let them play by themselves. Don't worry about them. “”
Bu Qinglu grinned and replied casually, "Do you think Brother Bu is a stingy man? I'll definitely make your buddies feel at home. Don't worry about that. "
"Let's talk about the second thing. Aren't you our shareholder now? You're also our CFO. Now that there's a chance to get rich, you have to come and help us."
"This time, we're working with someone. It sounds quite reliable, but you know that I only know how to work in the entertainment industry. I don't know much about other industries. Can you help me see if I can do it? I'll also bring you along."
Qin Guan looked at He Ming and Ke Ke in the back row, then at Lan Jin's longing eyes. Then he asked Bu, "Okay! Brother Bu, I'll be right there. But this won't take up too much time, right? "
"No, it won't. Just meet him and listen to his plan. If it works, we'll do it. If it doesn't work, we'll tell him face to face. He's my old friend, so he's straightforward."
Qin Guan smiled and answered happily, "Okay, I'll be right there. I'm going to bring some new friends to a party. I'm sure you have a quiet private room for us to enjoy ourselves."
Bu Qinglu was even happier. He put his feet down from the tea table and told Qin Guan mysteriously, "Hurry up. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
Qin Guan hung up and asked He Ming and Ke Ke in the back row, "Shall we go to Fructose Club? We have friends there, so we don't have to think about the venue. "
He Ming and Ke Ke exchanged a glance and shrugged indifferently. "That's a good choice. It'll save us a lot of trouble."
By the way, have you forgotten that Qin Guan is the one who makes all the decisions for Cong Nianwei?
Lan Jin is a man with independent thoughts. Have you ever asked for his opinion?
Of course, they ignored his opinion. As long as he was with the four of them, he would be happy to jump off a cliff.
According to a psychologist, he lacked the friendship of his peers. In one word, he lacked love.
The five of them settled on the venue for the gathering. When the teacher finally finished his 10-minute speech, the five of them stood up and left the classroom.
In the parking lot, four cars with completely different personalities started up. With a big Cherokee in the lead, they lined up and drove to the main road.
It was only a 15-minute drive from Fructose Club. The four cars avoided the morning rush hour and parked in the parking lot of the club.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei got out of the car and walked through the door of Fructose Club together. Qin Guan nodded to the manager of the lobby, who was about to welcome them, and went up to the third floor with ease.
After a moment of hesitation, Qin Guan told He Ming and the others, "Some of my buddies are also here. I'll go and greet them."
He Ming smiled. "Students from the University of Finance and Economics? Let's go and meet them together. "
Qin Guan smiled as well. "Sure. I'll take you to the fourth floor after you're done."
They followed Qin Guan to the private room where they'd had their last party. Qin Guan opened the door with ease, and the happy atmosphere came to an abrupt end.
Liu Xiaoyang's hair was tied with a happy ribbon, and he was shouting into the microphone with his bare arms. Next to him was a girl named Mimi or Lulu, who was sitting on a small leather stool behind him, applauding and cheering happily.
On the ground, beer bottles were piled up on the table. Li Jie, who was already tipsy, was hugging a plump girl and teasing her with lipstick marks on his face.
The cheerful atmosphere came to an abrupt end when Qin Guan pushed the door open.
Li Jie, who was sitting on the sofa, stared at the shadow in front of him and grinned. "Qin Guan, it's you! Come and play with us!"
Before Qin Guan could say anything, he found that Liu Xiaoyang, who was singing, was even more shocked than when Qin Guan had entered the room.
Liu Xiaoyang's eyes opened wider and wider. If he continued to stare, his eyes might fall out of their sockets.
He turned off the TV with trembling hands and stood up straight unconsciously. He greeted the man behind Qin Guan with a trembling voice, "Brother Guan, why are you here?"
Liu Xiaoyang, aren't you known for your sharp tongue? Why are you stuttering now? Do you know some of Qin Guan's friends?
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