Zhang Chen stood on the small stage and was so moved.
He said into the microphone: "Okay! In that case, let me play the last song! What do you want to hear?"
"Shout to Mai!"
"I don't care about you!"
"Someone like me!"
There were a lot of voices.
Zhang Chen thought for a while and said, "Then let's call Mai again."
With that said, he went to the turntable to tinker with DJ accompaniment.
While tinkering, he said: "This bar is opened by my buddy. I hope everyone can come here often in the future."
Then, he changed the subject and said: "Of course, it's okay if you don't come often. He doesn't care anyway. It would be better if he loses everything."
"what happened?"
A group of people in the audience felt strange.
Zhang Chen chuckled and said exaggeratedly: "That way, he can go back and inherit the billions of family property openly!"
"Poof!"
Everyone burst out laughing.
Even Tang Huan couldn't help but shake his head, expressing his helplessness.
The dynamic DJ sounded.
Zhang Chen held up the microphone and said: "Okay, the next song "Drunken by Drinking" is for everyone!"
"Wow! Another new song?"
"That's great! I couldn't get enough of the song "Thunder" just now!"
"Zhang Chen must be the founder of a sect!"
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Zhang Chen put the microphone to his mouth: "My dear friends, don't miss it when you pass by. Those who are rich will support you, and those who have no money will support you. Scream Voice!"
"Ouch!"
Listening to his non-standard English, many people laughed.
But everyone still gave him face, and screams and applause immediately started.
Zhang Chen curled up his lips, opened his mouth and sang: