Chapter 141 “Old Brick Wall”

"Ha!" Frandy's voice was full of familiar madness, "Old friend, I feel so damn good right now! Come and share my joy!"

Qin Jue opened the bottle cap with one hand, his expression was both funny and speechless: "What happiness? Are you free?"

After all, this little lunatic has taken the lead in the U.S. economic market by virtue of his cooperation with Qinyi Technology on smart cars.

With achievements and confidence, it will be easier for him to do what he likes like crazy.

"That's right!" Frandy yelled weirdly, "I AM FREE!!"

He chuckled and said, "Oh, honey, you can't imagine the look on those people's faces! Fu*k! I'm getting bored! Why do I have to bring this up!"

Qin Jue drank half a bottle of fruit wine in one go, let out a hearty breath, and said with a smile: "That's right, let's have something fresh. What you're sharing now is like a cheap talk show at Sansu Theater."

"Your metaphor is really inappropriate!" Frandy muttered, and the sound of a lighter came from the stereo, "Hiss... ugh. Now, my old comrades from the East, guess what I've been doing lately?"

"Go to the subway station to check in? Pick a pleasant place and lie down on the train?" Qin Jue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a bottle of wine and looked happily. "Remember to call me before you die. It would be bad if you miss the big day."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Frandy shouted one after another, "Listen! Dreams! Only things that cannot be realized are called dreams!"

He quickly tired of the guessing game and simply revealed: "I want to be the king of the underground!"

"...Oh my god." Qin Jue rolled his eyes with the expression of an old man on the subway cell phone, "You are so boring, little lunatic. I can't imagine the person in charge of the Feng family becoming like any villain in the movie. boring."

"Exercise a little patience, friend!" Frandy was not hit at all. He stepped on the boss's chair and spun around in the office, "Now! Go downstairs! Turn right!"

"Now?"

Qin Jue repeated in English and raised his eyebrows.

She drank the fruit wine, picked up the wireless headphones and mobile phone, and placed the empty wine bottle next to the cleaning robot when passing by the coat rack.

"Don't tell me that the place I live in now is your property."

Qin Jue walked out with a smile on her face. Frandy's divergent brain circuits always surprise her. The scene of this guy driving a train with a group of zombies in the apocalypse, and using human heads on the ground to make a middle finger is still vivid in her mind. The scene is as dangerous as it is ridiculous. Flying, laughter and groove coexist.

"I have so many boring industries, who can remember which one is which?" Frandy's voice jumped in her earphones, and he suddenly started singing, "Turn the third corner, the meat-eating chef needs help~ "

The lyrics were strange, but his voice and singing style were extremely professional. Qin Jue laughed while listening.

"Enjoy your stupid gift!! Old man!"

Frandy laughed wildly and said, "Friendly greetings from Frandy Von!"

After that, he hung up the call.

Qin Jue walked out of the elevator dumbfounded and gave him a middle finger in his heart.

She followed Frandy's directions and stopped in an alley.

"'Turning the third corner, the meat-eating chef needs manpower'..." Qin Jue flicked his tongue, suddenly thought of something, and grinned.

She walked to a Shanghainese restaurant that seemed to be doing pretty well, walked around half a circle, and saw a welcoming porcelain doll dressed as a chef placed at the back door of the restaurant.

This porcelain doll is about 1.7 meters tall, and has a simple and honest smile on its face.

"This guy's sense of humor is hopeless." Qin Jue shook his head, bent down to pick up the chef's hat that fell from the feet of the porcelain doll, and put it back on.

Then, she stretched out her hand and shook the chef's porcelain doll's hand that was not showing the welcoming gesture. The moment she held it, her index finger and middle finger reached forward into a dark hole opened by the weight of the chef's hat, and hooked it. A small iron ring.

"We need 'manpower'." Qin Jue resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, "Give you my hand (help, help)..."

What a corny pun, it made her scalp numb.

Qin Jue gently pulled the small iron ring, and the arm was immediately caught by the porcelain doll's hand, setting up a "scare you" setting.

"You won't lose a hand once you activate the mechanism." Qin Juejing complained, and waited for three seconds. With the sound of bricks scraping the ground, the porcelain doll let go of her hand.

"Oh..."

A brick wall in the backyard of the Shanghai Restaurant was turned ninety degrees, revealing a step leading underground.

Qin Jue was happy, withdrew his hand and walked down the steps.

The sound of her footsteps echoed in the corridor. After walking more than ten steps, the brick wall behind her head moved and closed, and the environment was dark.

In another moment, a flame ignited in front of him. It was an ancient torch, fixed next to a door.

A deep voice came from the door: "Guest, what would you like?"

"Meat."

Qin Jue answered lazily with a smile still on his face.

With a "squeak" sound, the heavy wooden door opened inward, and dark orange light suddenly poured out.

Qin Jue clapped his hands and walked in. The inside was spacious and open. There was a bar on the left hand side of the door. The wall lamp illuminated the old photos on the opposite wall. Further inside was a stage in the corner. Musical instruments were placed in an orderly manner next to it. Not far above there were Glass bottles tied with red ropes hang down one by one, extending people's sight to the lifelike tree.

There is a wooden staircase surrounding the big tree, leading directly to the second floor.

"Excellent."

Qin Jue turned around and smiled at the person who just asked.

This man had an endearing beard, was slightly chubby, and spoke with a Broadway opera accent.

"Thank you for your compliment, guest."

"Zayde, what about you?" Qin Jue asked.

"Everyone calls me Bearded Paul." Paul replied with a smile, "I'm the bartender and owner here."

He snapped his fingers, and a slender and beautiful goblet suddenly appeared in his empty hand.

"Welcome to the Magic Bar - The Old Brick Wall."

Paul smiled and put the goblet on the bar, pressed his chest with one hand and bowed to Qin Jue.

"Mr. Z, my generous host will buy you a cocktail."

"Nice welcome ceremony." Qin Jue's eyes were full of smiles, and he pulled up the single high stool in front of the bar and sat down, "But I guess he must have said some additional conditions."

Bearded Paul, with a friendly smile that was very similar to the chef's porcelain doll, turned to get the cocktail shaker and measuring glass.

"The owner said he would be happy to see a resident singer here." He smiled and took out an ice bucket. "The salary for each song is a glass of wine."

Qin Jue held his head with one hand and couldn't stop laughing.

"He really does." She laughed out loud, "I hope he can die with music in his arms one day."

Paul smiled cheerfully.

“A touching blessing!”

He said while washing his hands carefully, and then played with the bottle and glass skillfully and flexibly.

Qin Jue lay relaxed on the lukewarm bar, narrowed his eyes and sighed.

Funny puzzles, private environment, soft orange light, wine and music.

The crazy and romantic life of Frandy Von.

"Are there more 'old brick walls' around the world?" Qin Jue asked lazily.

Paul smiled and answered while mixing drinks:

“It could be ‘Old Brick Wall,’ or it could be ‘Blue Pill,’ ‘Temporary Date,’ ‘Wanderer,’ or ‘Magic Rhythm.’”

"Funny names."

Qin Jue smiled.

In limited space and time, create a chain of magic music bars.

This guy is truly the "King of the Underground".