Chapter 64: Are Chinese People Only Good at Washing Dishes?

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  Several young men with electric guitars and basses walked onto the stage. The black-haired boy in front raised his hand to signal the people below to quiet down, then shouted loudly: "Unleash your body, unleash your soul, tonight, let's party till we die!"

  His fingers then swept across the electric guitar strings, and a huge noise rose again. The wild, unbridled voice with a hint of hoarseness instantly ignited the already boiling atmosphere in the bar, bringing people's emotions to a fever pitch.

  Zhou Shaoming was also one of the top ten rock singers in school, with a rich understanding of popular songs. In those years, he sang several classic songs and even made his female classmates scream. After more than a decade of musical influence, when he heard the rock music in a small town in Canada, he could only shake his head while drinking beer on the side.

  Halfway through the song, the male lead singer seemed to have spotted Aimee in the crowd and waved at her, then loudly said: "Naperville's pride, little witch Aimee is also here! Welcome her!"

  Ai Wei'er also flashed a brilliant smile, responding to the male lead singer on stage.

  The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, everyone gazing at Aimee with a smile, perhaps they had all been waiting for her to take the stage.

  "Is there a tie?" Ai Weier waved at the people around her while loudly asking Zhou Shaoming.

  "What?" The music was too loud and Zhou Shaoming didn't hear clearly for a moment.

  "Necktie! Give me your necktie!" Aimer jumped up and said, stretching out her hand.

  "How did you know I had a tie?" Zhou Shaoming asked puzzledly as he pulled out the tie from his pocket.

  "Because you know I like it!" Ai Weier seemed to have grasped Zhou Shaoming's heart, casually tied his tie and jumped onto the stage without any fear.

  Zhou Shaoming was speechless. He had indeed learned about Ai Weier's preferences through the director system and brought a tie with him, but he really didn't expect Ai Weier to be so prescient.

  "This little girl is really clever!" Zhou Shaoming thought to himself.

  Aimee's ethereal and high-pitched voice rose, instantly overshadowing the male lead singer in front of her. The crowd responded with even louder cheers and irrepressible dancing, making the entire bar even more lively than before.

  Like a clear spring flowing through the heart, like an erupting volcano full of passion, with the aura of a heavenly superstar born with her, and with an angelic pure and beautiful appearance, Ai Wei'er has all the potential to become a super star. She dances with fiery enthusiasm, leading people's emotions to reach new heights, layer by layer, wave after wave of high-pitched cheers, even making Zhou Shaoming, who only sings Mandarin songs, nod his head slightly.

  Music has no borders.

  After Aimee finished singing, the whole scene burst into warm applause. The male lead singer swung his long hair and followed Aimee down from the stage, saying loudly to Aimee: "Hey, little witch, what's up? Brought a friend?"

  The long-haired male lead singer had a somewhat hooked nose and small eyes, his gaze towards Zhou Shaoming was unfriendly, and he said provocatively: "Yellow skin and black hair? Are you Japanese or Korean?"

  "I am Chinese!" Zhou Shaoming replied calmly.

  "This is my friend, Smith Zhou, a great director from Hollywood! And this is Tel, the lead singer of the band High Fly." Emily continued to introduce them cheerfully, without noticing the sparks flying between the two men.

  "Chinese? How come there's no brain in the back of your head?"

  Got a ponytail? Haha! Is he the director? Don't be kidding me, Aimee." Terrell said with a self-satisfied smirk, throwing his head back in laughter.

  This guy obviously has some white supremacist ideas, and the song just now also had some discriminatory lyrics against people of color, which already made Zhou Shaoming somewhat dissatisfied. Now seeing this guy running in front of him spouting nonsense, he suddenly felt a surge of anger.

  "Your mind is still stuck in the last century, I didn't think someone like you could sing modern rock music. You should be singing classical opera instead of performing this nonsense rock in a small town like Napani." Zhou Shaoming was not polite to such an impolite person, his face turned stern and he counterattacked mercilessly.

  "What do you know about rock? What do you know about music?" Ter didn't expect Zhou Shaoming's words to be so sharp, his face suddenly turned iron-green, and he said somewhat angrily.

  "Hey, Ter! This is my friend, and your unfriendly words come first! Can't you stop it?" Aimee hastily stood on Zhou Shaoming's side, staring angrily at Jack with wide eyes.

  The people around heard it and turned their heads to look over.

  Everyone in the bar noticed him, and not wanting to lose face, he said disdainfully: "Fine, even if my thinking is stuck in the last century, I really want to hear this Chinese man without a queue sing a song. Maybe that's the only way you can prove you have enough qualifications to mock me! If you don't dare, then please shut up and get out of Napa Valley!"

  "How dare you! Smith Zhou, go! Sing one for him to hear, let his arrogant disease be cured early!" Ai Weier was very righteous, completely in the same trench as Zhou Shaoming, hearing Erte's increasingly unreasonable words, and like a mother leopard protecting her cub, she bared her claws at Mate.

  "He doesn't have the guts! As far as I know, Chinese people are all workaholics! They only hide in Chinatown washing dishes. Let your friend perform dishwashing, this job is unbeatable here!" Terhahaha laughed strangely, causing the surrounding people to burst into laughter.

  Zhou Shaoming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the anger in his heart surged up suddenly. He really wanted to punch that guy's ugly hooked nose hard, letting him know what it means to have a face full of peach blossoms.

  But before Zhou Shaoming could utter a word, Ai Weier jumped up: "Terry! I didn't expect you to be so unfriendly to my friend! Alright, if my friend can satisfy most people in this bar, what else do you have to say?"

  "Oh, does he dare? I think the friends in the bar won't lack the ability to appreciate! They can tell good music from bad!" Terol sneered at Zhou Shaoming's angry face, slightly raising his chin and said with a sneer: "If he can get the recognition of most of the friends in the bar, then I'll treat everyone in the bar to drinks today! If no one gives him applause, then please ask him to perform washing dishes on stage for everyone! How about it, Aimeier?"

  "Alright! That's settled then! If Smith loses, I'll go on stage and perform washing dishes!" Aimeier said in a flustered tone, without even asking Zhou Shaoming for his opinion. She stormed onto the stage, grabbed the mic and shouted: "There is a friend! I have a friend! He comes from the mysterious East, he has black eyes and black hair! Now, let's listen to his song, listen to Eastern rock! Friends, what do you say?"

  Ai Wei's fingers pointed in that direction, directly at Zhou Shaoming, and the eyes of everyone in the bar followed, all falling on Zhou Shaoming's face.

  Zhou Shaoming was startled, why didn't Ai Weier discuss with him before making a decision on his behalf, letting him go on stage to sing. Doesn't she worry that he can't sing and will humiliate himself in public? What's the point of performing like washing dishes?

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  If you were the protagonist, which song would you sing?