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Chapter 680: Hoarse

"Get out, get out! Don't bother me!" Li He picked up his shirt and threw it unceremoniously at the people around him. Being surrounded so tightly, he felt suffocated.

Everyone was hurt by Li He's clothes, but they still didn't dare to stay too far away from Li He.

"Mr. Li, let's go back." Yu Dehua couldn't figure out what kind of temper Li He was having now. This temper came out of nowhere. He was fine a second ago, but it changed at any time.

Fu Biao pulled the others away, indicating that they didn't need to be so close to Li He, and then asked the younger brothers around him to feel the way ahead.

Among the people here, he had been with Li He the longest, and he had probably vaguely guessed something, but he was not sure.

With the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, and the thousands of lights, the nightlife of this city has just begun.

The hotels and restaurants we passed by were full of people and noisy.

The sound of singing coming from a doorway caught Li He's attention. He swayed and looked up: Haiyun Song and Dance Club.

Li He stepped in without thinking.

Needless to say, Fu Biao and others hurried to follow.

The songs flowing on the dance floor of the song and dance hall were intense and exciting, and the place was crowded with people. The scene was like a vegetable market.

"Brother, a young lady from the Chen Ailian Elite Song and Dance Troupe is here to act as the main stage. Find a place to sit and watch. I'll get you a fruit plate and let's have some tea." Fu Biao is familiar with this place.

Then the music started to become softer and the lights became ambiguous.

The host on the stage requested a song for the birthday of a guest in the audience, and the atmosphere became lively.

Li He heard a voice, "Handsome guy, let's dance."

When he looked back, he saw a tall girl smiling at him.

"Thank you." Li He shook his head, refused her hand, and staggered to the center of the dance floor.

Fu Biao and others unceremoniously pushed the people in the middle of the dance floor away to find a way for Li He.

The man on the dance floor was naturally not happy to be embarrassed in front of his partner, but before he could do anything, he let out an ouch and didn't know why he got beaten.

Li He ignored it, went straight inside, stood on the edge of the one-meter-high stage, and threw his clothes on first.

The lady who was singing passionately on the stage was startled by the clothes thrown at her feet. She saw a shirtless man standing under the stage. The dance floor was already in chaos, but she did not mess up and continued to sing according to her own rhythm. But his eyes were wandering around, waiting for security to come over.

Li He threw the cigarette hook in his hand on the ground, supported the table with his hands, and gathered his strength to jump on the stage, but he didn't jump up, probably because he was drunk.

He didn't believe in evil, so he charged up three times and failed to jump on it.

Fu Biao couldn't bear to look directly and wanted to go up and remind Li He that there were steps next to him.

Li He shook his head, and finally climbed up with one leg first, still holding on with two hands, and climbed up slowly.

When the singing lady saw a drunkard climbing up, she just calmly took a few steps back and continued singing her own song.

There are always drunkards in any place, and she is very confident that they can't make waves. Brother Hao in this dance hall has a strong background and great energy. There are really not many people who dare to cause trouble. She can only imagine that this drunkard will be beaten in the end. What it looks like.

"Beauty, can I sing after you finish singing? I want to sing." Li He stood staggeringly on the stage and said to the singer, "Thank you."

"I am willing to be infected by your breath. How many times in life can you get a close friend, and it is not a pity to lose the power of life, so I beg you, don't let me leave you." The singer continued to sing his own song, but the breath of singing was no longer enough. Seeing the stage The security guard below was stopped, so she could only worry.

Li He didn't move, sitting cross-legged on the steps of the stage, lighting a cigarette and waiting for her to finish singing.

Fu Biao and his younger brother blocked the steps and blocked the security guards of the dance hall.

"We sing a song and then leave."

"Brother Biao, it's not easy for us to do a small business. You are so generous and so arrogant. Don't worry, all the bills today are mine, as long as you have fun." A middle-aged man was polite to Fu Biao.

A single sale at this kind of dance hall costs thousands of dollars, so giving it away for free is already a great deal of honor.

Fu Biao said nicely, "I'm not here to destroy your place. Why are you crying and crying? I said, I will reserve the place today, and no matter how much the loss is, it will all be mine."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "I can't explain to Brother Hao like this."

He is not willing to back down, with so many people watching.

"Where's the rat? Call him out." The Brother Hao in other people's mouths became the rat in Fu Biao's mouth.

"Brother Biao, you are such a difficult person."

"Come and sing a song. You can keep it up as long as you want." Fu Biao was annoyed when the other party didn't listen to his kind words. "If you don't want to play at China World Trade Center, just say something."

"Brother Biao, calm down." A young man in a white shirt came out from behind the crowd. He stopped the middle-aged man who was about to speak, smiled and pointed at Li He on the stage, "Who is that?"

"Do you want me to say another sentence?" Fu Biao did not answer directly, his face had turned dark. He originally looked down on this kind of person. At best, he was a dance hall owner, but at worst, he was an 'underground chicken head'. He was a matchmaker for some bosses from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The displeasure on Brother Hao's face disappeared in a flash. He just waved to the singer on the stage and said something into his ear.

The singer looked at Li He and then gave him the microphone.

"Thank you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Li He received the phone and tried his voice, "Hey, hey."

Sound surrounds the ballroom.

The singer did not go backstage, but just leaned against the doorpost with his hands folded, watching what Li He was doing.

Many people on the dance floor did not leave either. Many people had just been beaten and could not hide their anger towards Li He.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountain

I'll take a turn around the world

Play my drum

Strike my gong

Life is full of rhythm.”

Li He didn't know why this song came into his mind, so he started singing it.

No one has ever heard such a weird tune.

It smells a bit joyful.

When they heard "Your Majesty asked me to patrol the mountains and catch a monk for dinner," many people couldn't hold back their laughter.

Everyone whispered and asked each other, but no one had heard of this song.

“Hey! We workers have power!

Busy with work every day,

Hey! Busy with work every day,

Built into high-rise buildings,

Railways and coal mines were built,

The world has been transformed and transformed!

Hey! The machine started rumbling,

Raised the hammer and jingled,

The plow and hoe have resulted in good production."

While everyone was still talking about "The King Comes to Patrol the Mountain", Li He suddenly changed the rhythm because he forgot the lyrics! I can only use my brain to sing "We Workers Have Power".

This song is familiar to everyone, but no one cares about it. Everyone can hum a few lines.

From joy to excitement, before everyone could react, Li He sang again in a different way within a minute!

Forgot words again!

"The wind is roaring, the horses are barking,

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring! "

Li He couldn't sing anymore.

This time it’s even more sad, I forgot the words again!

"Yellow River Cantata" only has a beginning!

This time everyone in the audience understood what was going on and laughed, this time in ridicule.

Li He stood up, scratched his head, and swayed back and forth on the stage.

Then he leaned over and grabbed the beer from Yu Dehua's hand in the audience, and drank it for himself.

"Ah! Grass!"