Chapter 50

The popularity of the first two parts of *The Story of a Concubine* continues, as evidenced by the frequent reruns on local channels during the summer vacation. Therefore, despite the significant cast changes and controversy surrounding the third part, *Heaven and Earth*, it still garners a lot of attention.

Xiaoyu also knew about the casting auditions for *Heaven and Earth*, but that was back in April or May when the company was still in its early stages, and they couldn't keep up.

At the time, hundreds of new and veteran actors auditioned, with many vying for each important role, hoping to become the next "Yao Girl" or "Yao Boy." The competition was fierce, with numerous attractive candidates.

By the time Xiaoyu decided to arrange for Liutao to audition for the TV drama, the initial auditions for *Heaven and Earth* had already concluded, and they were moving on to the second round. If one had extensive connections, a strong background, and powerful support, it wouldn't be a problem to insert a candidate mid-way, but Mengren was still a small company, and they had only made a splash in the advertising industry. It was simply out of reach!

It wasn't until tonight, when Su Youpeng promised to personally recommend her to Qiongh Yao, that things took a turn for the better. The rest would depend on whether Liutao could seize the opportunity!

"Brother Peng, thank you so much."

"I'm just making a recommendation; the rest is up to you. If you really want to thank me, thank you for such a great song. If you have more good songs in the future, contact me first, and I'll have the company buy them at a high price."

"Don't worry. We're brothers, so why would I give good songs to others? By the way, Brother Peng, do me a favor and don't tell anyone that I wrote that song."

"You're such a strange person. Others wish they were famous sooner, but you're afraid of people knowing."

Well, if a fraudster wants to become famous, they must really hate themselves.

Although there were no worries in Yanjing, there were still over two thousand victims in developed cities like Donghai, Jinling, Yangcheng, Pengcheng, Shancheng, and Rongcheng. They couldn't be ignored!

Su Youpeng left in his car, and Xiaoyu didn't rush to leave. He sat in his car, recalling the events of the evening and organizing his thoughts for the next steps. After making a decision, he took out his phone, wanting to share this good news with Liutao.

She would be very happy to hear it.

The scene from the afternoon at the gym naturally came to mind, with Liutao's charming appearance in her yoga outfit, drenched in sweat, vividly clear. For a moment, Xiaoyu seemed to catch a whiff of her unique, youthful fragrance.

Lamb meat is very nourishing...

When one is well-fed and warm, thoughts turn to...

Something inside him began to stir...

He needed to release the devil within!

Putting down his phone and starting the car, he turned the steering wheel, and the Volvo sped off, heading straight for... Sanlitun!

Sanlitun, named for its distance of three li from the inner city, gained its fame from the Sanlitun Bar Street. It is one of the liveliest places in Yanjing at night and one of the most "prosperous" entertainment streets for nightlife in the city.

Adjacent to the embassy district, countless men and women gather here every night, calling their friends and flocking in. Among the crowd, not only are there Chinese people, but also many foreigners who come in groups to party.

By the time Xiaoyu arrived at Sanlitun, it was already past ten o'clock, and the bars were just getting wild.

He chose a bar hosting a "Passionate Summer" crazy party. As soon as he entered, the deafening heavy metal music hit him. In the colorful lights and explosive music, men and women danced passionately in the dance floor, wild and unrestrained.

For men with clear intentions, this was the perfect place to pick up girls.

"Give me an Old Fashioned."

Sitting at the bar, Xiaoyu held his glass, sipping the classic cocktail the bar made, and looked at the bustling dance floor, searching for his target.

A young man with a trendy hairstyle and a powdered face came out of the dance floor and sat at the bar, shouting, "Qiangzi, get me a whisky with ice!"

"Sure thing! Brother Pao, here's your whisky. What's up, no luck?"

"Rubbish! There's no girl I can't get, only girls I don't want!"

"Then what about just now..."

"Just now, I was just testing the waters. That Korean girl is too prickly. I'll wait for others to take care of her thorns before I go in! Damn, another whisky!"

The bartender poured another whisky, "Wishing Brother Pao all the best."

"Of course!" Brother Pao thrust his hips forward, "Just wait and see how I'll bring glory to the country and make that Korean girl submit to my prowess!"

"Hey, Brother, someone's going to take care of the thorns."

Brother Pao glanced over, dismissively, "Pfft, dressed all fancy, clearly not here to have fun. Let them have it!"

They were talking about Xiaoyu.

Because of their conversation, Xiaoyu noticed the prickly Korean girl.

In the colorful, changing lights of the dance floor, a tall, slender beauty danced to the explosive music, her long black hair flowing, her figure moving wildly.

Long legs, perfect proportions, a striking figure, and a standout presence. Although her face was unclear, from Brother Pao's frustrated tone and the occasional men who approached and then left, she was definitely not just a pretty back.

Joining the dance floor, he moved to the rhythm of the music, gradually approaching her.

Another man failed to strike up a conversation and turned to flirt with other girls. Xiaoyu swayed his body from behind, coming up to the girl and turning to face her. Suddenly, he increased his movements, causing several unavoidable brushes between their bodies.

Xiaoyu turned his head, locking eyes with the girl. Seeing her turn, he seized the moment and turned to face her almost simultaneously.

The girl smelled strongly of alcohol, her eyes wide and her lips pouting as she glared at Xiaoyu. Just as she was about to speak, Xiaoyu shouted, "Beauty, why did you bump into me!"

He spoke in perfect Korean.

The girl was taken aback, hesitating, "Korean?"

"What did you say!" Xiaoyu continued to shout.

The background noise in the dance floor was too loud, and it was impossible to hear clearly without shouting.

"Are you Korean?" the girl shouted back.

"What did you say, I can't hear you!"

"I asked if you're Korean!"

The girl's voice reached its limit, and Xiaoyu heard her.

But he pretended not to hear, leaning in close to her ear and shouting, "What did you say, louder!"

The girl mimicked him, tiptoeing and shouting in his ear, "I asked if you're Korean!"

"Come to a bar to dance, why ask so many questions!"

Xiaoyu leaned in again, his lips brushing her earlobe unintentionally.

This way, they spoke into each other's ears, their distance gradually decreasing, and their conversation increasing, like a couple on the dance floor.

Soon, Xiaoyu began to mimic the girl's dance moves, as if performing a mirror dance. The girl deliberately increased her movements, her long hair flying, her scent mixing with the alcohol, enveloping Xiaoyu, as if trying to outdo him.

Xiaoyu stopped mimicking and danced with his own wild rhythm, even unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscular chest, exuding a strong masculine aura.

The two danced more and more energetically, their movements becoming more intense, and the friction between their bodies gradually increasing...

"Damn, what a waste of a good girl!" Brother Pao said resentfully at the bar.

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