Paramount, the largest vocal music venue in Shanghai.
As long as you raise your head slightly, you can see the unique dome roof of Paramount rising high into the night sky, reflecting the light of the stars and lights in the dark night gorgeously and magnificently.
Hua Ting could imagine that in such a turbulent era, the Paramount Hall, which was only a door away from her, was full of feasting, singing and dancing.
In the past, I could only watch Paramount in the TV series and watch a few men desperately fighting for the red roses and white roses in the hearts of hundreds of millions of men.
I never thought that one day I would be able to experience the true reality of this 1930s.
Paramount This Paramount has carried many men’s dreams and interpreted many poignant love stories.
When Hua Ting thought of this, she couldn't help but think of her great-grandfather.
Accompanied by a burst of laughter as clear as silver bells, several rickshaws parked neatly at the Paramount Gate.
Four young women wearing exquisite evening makeup and brightly colored cheongsam got out of the car with elegant steps.
She has a slender waist and a stand-up collared cheongsam with high slits.
These are the true women of the Republic of China.
Their beautiful eyes are full of beauty, and they are like a few dancing butterflies, proudly stepping onto the red steps of Paramount with brisk steps.
The steps of Paramount are the most well-built among the vocal music venues in Shanghai.
There is also a long red carpet on the steps.
At this time, there are still many guests coming and going, but there is rarely any mud left on the red carpet.
Yin, I guess most of the people who come to this kind of place are wealthy people.
They usually don’t walk much, and the soles of their shoes are very clean.
They wear bright dresses and shiny leather shoes.
They step on the clean red carpet with dignity and slowly blend in.
Go to the peaceful singing and dancing of Paramount.
The doorman outside the hall saw Hua Ting's outfit and unceremoniously left a few dirty shoe prints on the red carpet.
He refused to let her in.
Chen Shu on the side had no choice but to take off his hat.
"It turns out to be Mr.
Cai's man, come and invite me inside."
The guard bowed respectfully, and there was no longer the disdain in his eyes.
"It seems that Mr.
Cai is a romantic old man," Hua Ting joked.
Chen Shu put on his hat again, adjusted the brim and said, "Mr.
Cai comes here often, without anyone around him."
His tone sounded loyal, "There are often people making trouble here, and I will come over and take a look when I have nothing to do."
The Paramount Hall was exactly what she imagined.
Most of the female guests wore cheongsams and the men also wore crisp suits.
Their expressions and movements were elegant.
It was obvious that they were all regular Paramount customers with a sense of old Shanghai.
The jazz music in the hall changed from the moment Hua Ting entered the door to a bouncy melody.
All the guests present stood up from their seats and came to the center of the hall to dance to the cheerful beat.
The air was filled with a strong sense of old Shanghai. breath.
Although it has just entered autumn, the heating in the hall is still full.
The dancers on the stage are wearing thin clothes, with their white thighs exposed, dancing hard to the music.
Celebrities from all walks of life in the audience are chatting and laughing, and the glasses are full of champagne and bright lights.
The stage lights complement each other, exuding attractive crystal colors.
Being in such a palace of gold, silver and jade, Hua Ting almost got drunk.
I remember one time, in 2000, a boss named Zheng in Shanghai specially planned a large-scale luxurious song and dance show "Shanghai in 1930" in order to recreate the style of Paramount.
Hua Ting followed her great-grandfather, who was already in her 70s, to the scene of the song and dance show.
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Because she was too young, she didn’t understand nostalgia at that time and could only stare blankly at the dancers on the stage.
Twisting his body vigorously, looking back now, my great-grandfather had tears in his eyes during the singing and dancing, as if he had really returned to the old Shanghai that belonged to him all those years ago.
Later, Paramount was renovated.
The clubhouse on the first floor, the bar on the second floor, the dining room on the third floor, and the dance hall on the fourth floor still have the flavor of old Shanghai, but my grandfather never went there again.
Cai Bingrong sat alone in the VIP seat close to the stage, drinking the whiskey in his hand lonely, without the dancing lady accompanying him.
It seems that he is not as romantic as Hua Ting thought.
"Mr.
Cai."
Chen Shu lowered his head and said hello.
Cai Bingrong glanced at him and nodded, not noticing Hua Ting beside him, and turned around to continue drinking his whiskey.
"Hey, since your boss is not a womanizer, why would he come to a place like this?"
Hua Ting was really curious.
Because the music in the hall was too loud, Chen Shu couldn't hear clearly and motioned for her to say it again.
So Hua Tingfu repeated what she just said in his ear, which attracted Cai Bingrong's attention, but he just glanced at her and did not recognize her.
Chen Shu shook his head and said that he was not very clear either.
After a long period of dancing, the music softened, and the guests in the center of the hall returned to their seats.
Hua Ting noticed a tall woman wearing a lavender cheongsam and covering most of her face with a feather fan slowly walking from the corner of the stage.
Her appearance attracted the attention of all the men present.
They stopped what they were doing and looked towards the stage in unison, even Cai Bingrong was no exception.
The woman on the stage slowly put down the fan in her hand, with a hint of smile in her eyes.
Her upturned almond eyes showed no emotion other than amorous feelings.
She turned her head slightly towards the microphone, her wavy black hair Hanging down, covering half of the raised corners of his mouth, with just this movement, the originally simple clothes seemed to be dyed with a thousand colors, making him look extremely beautiful.
The men present were a little dazed for a moment, because that face took away all the beauty present.
She didn't need to apply too much makeup, but she was already charming.
Even Hua Ting was dumbfounded.
Although she looked like she was in her early 30s, she was better than all the young girls present.
She slowly stretched out her hands covered with red silk gloves, slightly held the microphone in front of her, turned her head and cleared her throat, then smiled brightly and said, "Thank you everyone here for your support."
As soon as he said these words, the men in the audience lost control, and applauded like thunder, as if they were applauding with their lives.
She winked, said a nice opening line and started singing.
As the charming prelude of the song sounded, she opened her mouth slightly, and a deep magnetic voice flowed out of the speaker.
Hua Ting instantly thought of a sentence.
The so-called moving voice as soon as she opened her mouth probably described such a voice.
"Who is she?"
Hua Ting approached Chen Shu to let him hear more clearly.
"Zhao Yiran."
Chen Shu didn't seem to be interested in the beautiful woman on the stage, and his eyes scanned the surrounding area lazily.
The name Zhao Yiran is very familiar, Hua Ting seems to have seen it somewhere.
What she sang on the stage was a sad love song, with a very enchanting melody, and paired with her bass line, it was like scratching the heart's apex with a light, soul-crushing itch.
Hua Ting remembered "Parlem's Top Brand".
"Yeah."
He responded calmly.
I have seen this name in the newspapers.
It seems to mean that many rich and powerful young men in Shanghai, even those ten years younger than her, want to marry her as their wife.
Her reputation can be said to be popular in half of Shanghai.
Why does Cai Bingrong also want to marry her?
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The song is over.
Zhao Yiran nodded his thanks, handed the stage to the next person on stage, walked off the stage, picked up his glass of wine and socialized with everyone.
I am afraid that this is the moment that the men here are waiting for.
Hua Ting noticed that the inspector in a low-key suit in the corner was looking at Zhao Yiran, who was only two meters away from her.
The gentleness in his eyes gradually deepened.
He gently shook the light-colored liquid in the cup, and a smile appeared on his face. .
"Inspector" Hua Ting could not control her curiosity.
The volume was so loud that Cai Bingrong looked back at her again.
Still didn't recognize it.
Zhao Yiran held up the wine glass and walked in this direction with a light gait.
Chen Shu whispered in her ear: "The inspector is also a frequent visitor here."
"No, he doesn't seem like someone who likes such romantic places."
"It seems to be for her too."
The woman Chen Shu mentioned was already standing in front of Cai Bingrong.
The frivolous mouth and smiling eyes were obviously normal expressions, but when placed on Zhao Yiran, they actually had a different kind of sex appeal.
Cai Bingrong stood up and clinked glasses with her.
He said nothing, but his eyes were full of meaning.
Could it be that there is some unknown story between these two people?
Hua Ting quietly observed the facial expressions of the people around her and found that the inspector had been observing Zhao Yiran's every move intentionally or unintentionally.
Does he like this woman, or is there some case involved?
Zhao Yiran drank half a glass of wine, said thank you to Cai Bingrong, turned around and was about to go to another table.
"Why don't you sit down for a while?"
Cai Bingrong begged him to stay, his voice was rare and gentle.
Zhao Yiran shook his head and chuckled: "I'm afraid other people will be unhappy."
Cai Bingrong didn't force himself and sat down to continue drinking his wine.
Zhao Yiran clinked glasses and drank with every guest present, with a standard social smile on her face.
Although she greeted people with a smile, anyone with a little more attentiveness could see that this smiling face actually maintained a few...
She was so alienated that she just went on the road and spoke in an official tone.
It was only when she faced inspection that she became different.
It seemed that the inspector knew her very well, and a smile spread across his face as he spoke.
Hua Ting couldn't help but said curiously: "They two know each other."
Chen Shu looked over there and nodded: "We've known each other for a long time."
The woman in red on the stage performed hard singing and dancing, but she only attracted the attention of a few people present.
No wonder Zhao Yiran is a Paramount star. 90% of the men in this hall are going for her, right?
And who is the woman on the stage who is idle?
"It's so late, you should go home" Chen Shu's reminder reminded her of Bai Qihong's warehouse.
By this time, Bai Qihong must have been furious.
Hua Ting thought about it and it was indeed very late.
It was time to go home, otherwise Mrs.
Bai would be worried.
"Then me"
The "pop" sound was the sound of the wine glass colliding violently with the marble floor, which seemed extremely sharp in this soft jazz music.
In the VIP seat closest to the stage, a drunken man staggered up from the sofa, breathing heavily and with red cheeks.
He obviously looked drunk and was irritated and scratching.
The other wine glass on the table was about to fall to the ground.
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Zhao Yiran, who was standing opposite him, seemed to have heard or seen nothing, and took a leisurely sip of the red wine in his glass.
The drunken man was supported by his arms by the two followers behind him.
He staggered and tried to stand up straight.
However, his legs were not working properly and he could not stand steadily.
He raised the short cup in his hand and pointed it in the direction of Zhao Yiran.
Pointing, he said: "I, how dare you not listen to what I say, young master?"
Zhao Yiran smiled as always, "What does Mr.
Jin want me to hear?"
There was contempt in his charming smile that could not be ignored.
Another proud and arrogant young master.
Although the guests present were paying attention to what was going on over there, no one dared to jump out.
"Who is he?"
Hua Ting glanced at the seat where the inspector was sitting just now, and he was gone.
"The shareholder of Paramount, the eldest son of the Jin family," Chen Shu said, "most people here are afraid of him."
"I'm afraid he will eat you."
"Maybe."
"Maybe" He actually answered so seriously, Hua Hua wanted to laugh.
"I will take you to Hangzhou today."
The drunken eldest son of the Jin family stumbled forward and tried to grab the hand of the woman opposite him, but missed.
Zhao Yiran turned sideways and avoided cleverly.
"Follow me."
The eldest son of the Jin family staggered forward again, and Zhao Yiran took a step back.
"Have you, a woman, taken the courage of an ambitious leopard?"
The young master of the Jin family began to roar.
Zhao Yiran handed the wine glass back to the waiter on the side, with a smile on his lips, and said four words gently: "I'm sorry, I won't accompany you."
"cao" The eldest young man of the Jin family was angry.
He threw away the hands of the two followers, pounced forward, and firmly grabbed one of Zhao Yiran's wrists.
The dancers on the stage stopped singing, and the dancers also stopped dancing, and they all looked at the scene with timid eyes.
"Chen Shu."
Cai Bingrong just called his name lightly.
He understood it in his heart and walked towards Zhao Yiran.
"Hey" the justice cells in the body started to stir again, Hua Ting stepped forward and passed him in three steps, "Men will only help more and more in this kind of thing, let me do it."
But he forgot that he was neither a man nor a woman.
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