I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Shall we record it?"

Ji Ailin snapped out of her daze, "Hmm...hmm."

"Send me a copy."

"it is good."

Ji Ailin was still staring at the standing microphone area where the singers had performed two songs. "Rongrong, why do I feel like crying?"

Wen Rong hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

why?
Because what moves people most about a song is not its technique, but its emotion.

When the lyrics became reality, it was a story filled with regret, even for her, a listener.

"When you're in the hospital, it's not so easy to empathize."

Ji Ailin couldn't help but laugh.

As she spoke, Wen Rong shifted her gaze to the right.

You can see her profile.

She really wanted to know what the other person was thinking at that moment.

"What are you standing there for? Clap your hands!"

He and Tie Jun exchanged a glance, and Fu Zili broke the silence, suppressing his complex and surging emotions, and raised his hands.

"Clap clap clap..."

Applause erupted as if waking from a dream.

The hazy outline emerged from the black mist and gradually became clear.

Tong Dan wanted to make a joke, but her red lips moved slightly before she finally fell silent.

"You sang well."

Fang Qing spoke up, giving her affirmation.

Such simple and unadorned praise.

"Excuse me."

The person who walked back picked up the wine bottle, moistened his throat, and was calm and composed, unperturbed by praise or criticism.

Fang Qing suddenly nudged his arm.

Jiang Chen glanced sideways. "What?"

"I can help you."

Jiang Chen was puzzled. "Help with what?"

Fang Qing didn't speak; her eyes were like a pool of water, reflecting the world with gentleness.

Not getting an answer, Jiang Chen didn't ask any more questions and looked away, saying, "Let's drink."

Why are you shaking your head?

Tie Jun clinked glasses with Wu Yubin.

"You're too blunt. You don't even need to discourage me; I've already given up."

Tie Jun smiled.

"Old squad leader, this isn't like you at all. You've been defeated by just one song."

The two drank together.

"Is that a song? It's clearly a period of time that can't be defeated."

"Long live understanding."

Tie Jun stood up. "Let's all give a toast together. It's a date for tonight's theme!"

"boom--!"

The door to the private room suddenly swung open, as if it had been violently pushed open.

The atmosphere froze.

Fu Zili frowned.

"Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry..."

The duty manager quickly apologized.

But what business is it of his?

A large group of people stormed in, all dressed in solemn uniforms, their arrival imposing.

It wasn't that the duty manager didn't want to stop it, but he simply couldn't.

Ji Ailin, who was posting on her WeChat Moments, froze. She wasn't scared—what was there to be afraid of in a police officer?—but rather confused.

"What are you doing?"

As a shareholder of Geely and the host for tonight, Fu Zili stepped forward without hesitation and raised questions.

"What tricks are you doing?"

The unexpected turn of events also caught Tong Dan off guard.

Jiang Chen took a bite of fruit. "It's either a crackdown on prostitution or an anti-illegal publications campaign."

"..."

Fang Qing remained calm and composed, just like Boss Jiang, without even blinking.

Locked safety exits and the requirement to swipe a card to take the elevator upstairs—these seemingly strange measures actually have underlying logic.

This is not.

The reason has emerged.

Because of the special circumstances today, those unnecessary measures were canceled, but who knew that it would happen to be so coincidental.

"A citizen reported that you are offering paid companionship services here." Okay.

It seems there aren't that many coincidences in life.

Fu Zili smiled.

Many seemingly plausible reasons.

But why is it called a high-end venue?

If every report leads to a surprise inspection by whistleblowers, how can any business possibly survive?

The signboard was smashed long ago.

What are customers hoping to gain by spending a lot of money here?
It all boils down to being happy, worry-free, and safe.

"Which of your eyes saw paid companionship here?"

Even though he had only been released recently, Fu Zili's tone showed no restraint; the investigation he was under today was more serious than usual.

What day is today?
He threw a bachelor party for his childhood friend before his wedding.

A group of cops barged in, unable to damage the Emperor's reputation, but they did throw Fu Zili's face on the ground and stomp on it.

indeed.

Looking around, none of the people present seemed like princesses.

They are absolutely professional at identifying princesses; no matter how high-class the princess is, you can tell at a glance that she has a worldly air about her.

None of the women present could identify with this description.

Moreover, there was no flirting or sitting in small groups; they were all very well-behaved, and there was no sign of anything improper to look at.

However, it doesn't matter if the problem can't be seen with the naked eye; it's obvious they came prepared and definitely brought a magnifying glass.

"ID card."

Comrade Hat had a serious expression, looking stern and impartial.

Fu Zili realized that he had definitely been set up. His eyes flashed with anger, and he was about to say something when Tie Jun spoke first.

"I didn't bring it. Can I give you my number?"

He glanced at Tie Jun, took a deep breath, and held back.

Once Tie Jun, the groom, speaks, no one present will dare to say anything more.

and.

Cooperating with Comrade Hat's work is the duty of every citizen.

Working overtime late at night is tough for them too.

Starting with Fu Zili, each person recited their ID number one by one.

Comrade Hat was very conscientious and responsible, guarding against nonsense, and carefully compared the photos with those on the instrument.

The results are very gratifying.

No one is a fugitive, nor is there any defaulter.

"Any question?"

Fu Zili was already thinking about who was behind this mess.

Logically, they should have called it a day, but it seems they weren't planning to leave empty-handed tonight.

Since we're already here, we should at least take something back with us.

Otherwise, how do you calculate the gasoline consumption?
Isn't that a serious waste of taxpayers' money?
"Stop the music and come with us."

Fu Zili, unable to bear it any longer, demanded, "Why should I?"

"You may have used illegal substances, so you need to come with us for an inspection. Please cooperate."

Please.

What blatant politeness!

Tong Dan frowned.

Fang Qing's eyes showed displeasure.

Mr. Jiang took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

But someone is faster.

Suddenly, Wu Yubin, the veteran squad leader of the Iron Army, pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Then, he calmly looked at the leader's hat.

"Answer the phone."

The hat-wearing man's eyes flickered, then he adjusted the hat on his head, walked over with a hint of disbelief, and took the phone.

"Yes. Okay. Understood."

His back straightened involuntarily, and after a dozen seconds, he removed his cold mask, handed back the phone, and gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Wu Yubin nodded. "Take care."

The team leader turned around, waved his hand, and said, "Fall back!"

A group of people arrived with great fanfare, but left with a disappointing turn of events.

"Mr. Fu..."

The duty manager was filled with anxiety.

Fu Zili waved his hand.

The duty manager gave everyone an awkward smile, as if he had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly left, helping to close the door again.

Wu Yubin put away his phone, acting as if nothing had happened, and smiled slightly, displaying a humorous and witty demeanor.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing—" (End of Chapter)