I'm not a theatre god

In front of the stage.

Huang Xuyue lowered her head and wandered in front of the many empty seats. She rubbed her hands unconsciously, seeming a little nervous.

At this time, Jinghong Tower was completely empty, and all the audience members were leaving one after another. Only Huang Xuyue, Chen Ling's "boss", still stayed under the stage.

"Miss Huang, please wait a moment, our husband will be out soon." Kong Baosheng said respectfully.

Kong Baosheng didn't dare to drive her away at all. He even made a new cup of tea and spoke politely. After all, this was Mr. Lin's immediate boss. If he made her unhappy, Mr. Lin would suffer!

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Huang Xueyue took the tea with both hands and looked at the young man curiously, "How old are you this year?"

"fifteen."

"Are you able to support such a big theater by yourself at the age of fifteen? Where are your adults?"

"My parents passed away in an accident a few years ago. Now my grandma and I are together, but she is in poor health, so I have to make money." Kong Baosheng said while wiping the table with a rag.

Looking at the sweat on Kong Baosheng's forehead and the shabby shirt he found somewhere, Huang Xueyue's eyes flashed with pity. She looked at Uncle Quan behind her and said,

"Actually, I have a charity fund in my name. In your case, you can definitely get the subsidy. After I go back, I will register it for you. The first subsidy should be available soon. Although it is not much, it is daily Food and clothing should not be a problem..."

Kong Baosheng was startled for a moment. He looked carefully at the girl in yellow in front of him, as if he was looking at some extremely rare species.

Charity fund... these four words are simply a fantasy in the world of mortals.

Whether it is the five major consortiums or the powerful second-rate consortiums, their top priority is to generate traffic and make money. In this era, there is no way to avoid taxes on charitable donations, and rich people will not even think about using their property. Sharing with the poor, charity funds seem to only exist in stories.

"Miss Huang, I accept your offer, but I can't ask for the subsidy." Kong Baosheng said seriously,

"Grandma said, you have to make money with your own hands, and you can't ask for money donated by others... Moreover, after our husband bought the theater, he already advanced me a large sum of money as remuneration for my labor, so my life is quite rich. At least I have food and drink. Don’t worry, you can afford medicine.”

After finishing speaking, Kong Baosheng suddenly realized that the girl in front of him was his boss, and immediately added casually:

"Well...in the world of mortals, there are really not many people as kind-hearted and talented as our husband."

Huang Xueyue took a deep look in the direction of the backstage and nodded in agreement.

Unexpectedly, the special envoy is not only clear about grudges and righteous, but also treats a child like Kong Baosheng so tenderly... A tiger in the heart, smelling the roses, should be referring to a person like the special envoy, right?

Uncle Quan on the side looked at Huang Suyue's blank eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he stopped talking, and sighed helplessly;

After Kong Baosheng finished wiping the table, he didn't stop for a moment. He hugged the guest's leftover fruit plate and ran to the kitchen. The sound of running water followed and Huang Suyue was the only two people left in the empty lobby.

At the same time, a red opera robe slowly walked out from behind the stage.

Seeing the figure in red, Huang Xuyue's eyes lit up, and Uncle Quan immediately stood up and spoke respectfully:

"I have met the special envoy."

"Well, why are you here?"

"Yesterday at the birthday banquet, we saw that you were forced to perform on stage by Li Hanxiang, and we felt it was inappropriate." Huang Xuyue said seriously,

"After all, you are a special envoy and care about the overall situation of the world. You cannot always be dragged down by such rotten people... and you are famous now. I am afraid that there will only be more troubles like this in the future.

Therefore, I specially brought the most professional brokerage team of our Huang Group to serve you to ensure that similar situations will not occur in the future and that messy things will not take up your time. "

As Huang Xueyue spoke, four or five men and women in suits and leather shoes walked in from outside the theater and lined up behind her, and the feeling of elite oppression swept over them.

Chen Ling looked at this scene with surprise in her eyes.

It has to be said that Huang Xuyue is too careful in doing things. He was also worried about this matter this morning. Huang Xuyue not only predicted the possible situation in advance, but also completed it in a very short time. The response plan was to quickly and resolutely bring over the top management team of the Huang Consortium, making it clear that they would use the influence of the Huang Consortium in the entertainment industry to protect themselves.

"You're interested." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "But you'd better take these people away... I don't need them for the time being."

Huang Xuyue was stunned, "No need? Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Chen Ling glanced at the stage behind her, and saw three figures walking slowly from the darkness.

One person was wearing a black jacket with a wolf tail, and looked extremely unkind; one person was two meters tall, wearing a slender black coat, with a mysterious sense of oppression in his deep-set eyes; one person put his hands in his pockets and looked around with a smile. The corners of his snake-like eyes revealed an indescribable madness.

6 spades, J of clubs, 9 hearts;

The three of them stood still behind Chen Ling, with the words "not to be trifled with" almost written on their faces. Their aura frightened the management team behind Huang Xuyue. They looked at each other blankly. He unconsciously took half a step back.

The 6 of Hearts, who was wearing a big red opera robe, raised the corners of his mouth in a fatal arc, raised his hands and said leisurely:

"I already have a 'professional team' that can help me solve the problem." Solve the problem, or, solve the person who caused the problem. Huang Suyue and Uncle Quan looked at Chen Ling and the three "agents" behind him, and were stunned for a moment. The three people's clothes and faces did not look like professional agents at all. Instead, they looked like thugs pulled from the street... Especially Uncle Quan, he looked at the three people with a strange expression, and seemed to want to persuade them, but Huang Suyue pinched him silently. Uncle Quan immediately understood and shut up silently. Huang Suyue waved to the agent team to go back to the car first, and waited until they were completely far away before speaking: "Since the special envoy has already chosen someone, I will let them go back first... If you have any other place where I and the Huang Group can be used, please feel free to contact me." After speaking, Huang Suyue bowed deeply to Chen Ling, and then walked out of the theater with the hem of her long skirt. At this moment, Chen Ling's voice sounded again:

"Wait."

Huang Suyue looked back in confusion.

Chen Ling stood in front of the stage and smiled slightly:

"Speaking of which... there is indeed something that I need Miss Huang's help with."