The entire Spring Festival Gala lasted for a long time.

It was already twelve o'clock in the evening when Mo Feng finished the work and was about to leave.

After leaving the auditorium, the sky outside was already dark. However, the night market in Heshi was still relatively beautiful.

"Xiaofeng, if you have time, you can come to my crew. I'll arrange a protagonist for you." Wu Jing hugged Xie Nan's waist and said with a squinted eyes.

"Haha, Brother Jing, don't worry, you will definitely come and take a look if you have the chance. As for when to pat Lang San, remember to greet me. I am a loyal fan of Lang Er." Mo Feng replied jokingly.

"No problem. If you didn't refuse to enter the film and television industry, I would have wanted you to be the protagonist of the Wolf Three." Wu Jing said from the bottom of his heart, then shook his head and sighed: "There are too few people in the younger generation who are engaged in martial arts, a little less fierce and fierce. And their foundation is too bad."

"I have practiced it, or I don't have any fame, and it's not very suitable for Lang San. In addition, I have many old diseases, so it probably takes two years for Lang San." Wu Jing sighed and said a little lonely.

Although he had not been in contact with Mo Feng for a long time, he had heard a lot of news about Mo Feng during this period, both in terms of his own strength, fan base, or reputation. Moreover, Wu Jing had studied Mo Feng's boxing, fist to flesh, and was extremely fierce.

He used to be the Sanda champion, but he could see some tricks. With Mo Feng's physical fitness, if he went to Wolf 3, he would have a good effect. At that time, he could take the two male protagonists, and he would bring Mo Feng together, and then unfold the foreshadowing of the ending of Wolf 2.

Listening to Wu Jing's helpless tone, Mo Feng shrugged and chuckled, "The protagonist will definitely not be able to play, but if Brother Jing can watch it, I can add a few shots for free, and I still have time to play a supporting role."

"Haha, okay, you said this. If you really want to start filming, you won't be fooled." Wu Jing laughed cheerfully, and his slightly fat cheeks looked very easy-going.

Then, Mo Feng greeted other artists and then took three birds to the rushing race.

After working all night, I was already hungry.

Drive Mercedes-Benz, listen to music, and drive straight to the high-end restaurant in the city center.

Not long after, there is a restaurant outside.

The three birds stood on Mo Feng's shoulders and strided towards the house.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the black brother raised his wings and said arrogantly: "Waiter, give me a steak for 1982."

The slightly sharp voice sounded, and almost everyone in the restaurant looked at him. Seeing this, Mo Feng's old face turned red and he couldn't resist it.

The restaurant is also relatively high-end. Although they recognized Mo Feng, the people who were dining did not gather around to join in the fun. They talked quietly twice, and some girls took out their phones and took two photos at Mo Feng.

"Hello sir, how many of you are?" At this time, the waiter came up quickly, thinking that Mo Feng was just talking.

"One, two, three, four, four." Before Mo Feng could speak, the black cock raised his wings and calculated for a while on his shoulder, and then said firmly.

"Uh!" The waiter's face turned green on the spot. He swallowed and looked at Mo Feng in disbelief, and then looked at the starling on his shoulder again. He looked like you are so crazy?

"Ahem, that's it, let's have four." Mo Feng touched his nose awkwardly and said helplessly.

"Mr. Mo, the private room is full. Do you think the hall is okay?" The waiter's face calmed down and said weakly.

Before Mo Feng could speak, a slightly obese man stepped forward quickly, glared at the waiter, and then smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Mo, the person below is ignorant, don't take it to your heart."

After saying that, he turned his head and glared at the waiter, then lowered his voice and said, "I don't care whether you are free or what to do. Go clean up a private room immediately and go quickly."

"No need, the hall is pretty good. I'll leave after eating a little bit." Although the fat man didn't speak loudly, Mo Feng still listened sincerely and raised his hand and said.

As he said that, he walked straight to an empty space.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, turned around and gave the waiter a look, and then quickly followed. "Mr. Mo, what do you want to eat? Recently, a batch of imported New Zealand steaks were arrived at the store. The meat was delicious and chewy. Come and try it?"

"Then let's get a piece of it, it's 70% mature." Mo Feng nodded.

"Four pieces, four pieces. I want to be from 1982!" On the table, the starling raised his wings and shouted.

"Uh!" The fat man's face was strange, but he was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "Go and immediately order four New Zealand steaks in the kitchen."

After saying that, another waiter next to him quickly retreated. As for the waiter who had already brought a bottle of red wine, it should not look cheap.

"Mr. Mo, this wine is a treasure in our store. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't..."

"No need to worry, I have to drive later, so I won't drink anymore. Just give me a few glasses of freshly squeezed juice." Mo Feng interrupted without waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Oh, OK." The fat man nodded quickly. He also saw Mo Feng's impatientness and immediately took the waiter to leave.

"Pay attention to Mo Feng's table, any needs are met as soon as possible. In addition, when he finishes paying the bill, you will say that I won't let you collect the money. If he insists on paying, come in and call me, don't you hear it." The fat man's face disappeared from the flattering smile he had just now, but he solemnly reminded him.

He is not stupid. A person like Mo Feng is a sign of life. Not to mention that he doesn't have money, even if he spends money, he may not be able to come. Mo Feng has eaten at their house this time, and their family's income will definitely be thriving in the future.

For such a person, he wished he could eat three meals a day. There was no way, having money was willful.

On the dining table, there were three birds and one person in one seat. At this time, I looked around, looking curious, and I was a little anxious.

After a while, a glass of freshly squeezed juice was delivered, and the waiter specially brought three small containers, pouring some juice into it.

Mo Feng picked it up and took a sip. It was grape juice, which tasted really good.

The birds hesitated for a while, and then tentatively used their beaks to suck the dark blue grape juice.

As the grape juice entered his throat, the starling's eyes were rumbling around, and then he said excitedly: "Okay, delicious. Waiter, give me five cups, no, take them away with ten cups, my boss will give you money."

Listening to the black dick's voice, the waiter was stunned. Are birds so awesome these days? It's nothing to know how to drink grape juice, the key is that this is too smart.

As for the other seats in the hall, some young couples were also amused by the starlings and kept them in their arms, but the entire store looked at them all.

"Well, go get some packs." Mo Feng said helplessly.

"Okay, you'll be there later." The waiter tried to keep himself calm, but today this incident really broke his worldview.
Chapter completed!