Republic of China Tycoon Reborn

Meng Xiaodong, who had put on makeup, hurried away. Du Yuesheng was about to follow her, but was stopped by Meng Siyuan: "There are thousands of people who pursue the young lady, and there are thousands of people who are rejected by her. Do any of these people have the same virtue as you?" No."

"What kind of virtue do I have?" Du Yuesheng stopped chasing Meng Xiaodong and simply sat down. He wanted to ask why the old guy Meng Siyuan had such a big opinion on him.

Meng Siyuan pointed his finger at Du Yuesheng arrogantly and lowered his voice: "Boy, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. Can I not see through your thoughts? Hey, are you attracted to my lady?"

"Yes. I'm tempted. How about it? You, the old man, want to match us up." Du Yuesheng admitted openly and asked in return, tilting his neck.

"Bah." Meng Siyuan seemed to be disgusted by these words: "Just let your Qingqiu daydream go. Come, come, come. I will show you what reality is." Meng Siyuan pulled Du Yuesheng out and walked in front of them. It's Meng Xiaodong who is singing.

The crowd below became excited. Some of them even chanted Meng Xiaodong's name enthusiastically. A few people in suits and leather shoes with oily hair and pink faces sitting in the front row also cheered loudly and started to take out money.

"Young-faced nouveau riche." Du Yuesheng curled his lips. He even saw a few people jumping out of several cars in the distance, holding flowers and coming this way.

Meng Siyuan pulled Du Yuesheng back again: "Let's see. There are many people chasing young ladies. Let's not count those die-hard nymphos. Let's talk about these few. None of their families want to take advantage of the money. They are all people with status. Ah. Also, how comely you are. Young ladies like those who are comely. Look at you. Are you ugly or not? Can you go with being comely?"

Du Yuesheng is a man who has gone through many hardships and made his fortune from scratch. No matter from any aspect, there is absolutely no trace of oily powder on his face. And the delicacy mentioned by Meng Siyuan is obviously equivalent to oily powder.

"Ha. She loves the pretty boy." Du Yuesheng was not shocked: "Don't use your philistine mentality to think about her. He plays the role of a loyal minister and good general, a wise king and a good minister all day long on stage. How can he like the pretty boy?"

"Haven't you heard of complementarity? It's precisely because she dresses like this all day long that she loves the pretty ones. Hey, don't mention it. Mei Lanfang from Beijing is a good candidate. One of them is a woman disguised as a man. .One is a man disguised as a woman. He is handsome and knows how to act. Isn't this just right?"

Du Yuesheng's heart tightened. The noise outside reached his ears. It was the cheers of the noodle fans. He thought about it carefully and tried his best to search for the situation of Meng Xiaodong and Mei Lanfang from the memories of his previous life. But he didn't go to the theater at all in his previous life. He only knew that Mei Lanfang was a master of Peking Opera. He didn't know anything else.

"But it's a pity." Meng Siyuan shook his head: "It's still early for the young lady. The family still expects her to earn more money. Besides, even if she wants to get married in the future, the master will find her someone with the best family background. Mei Lan Fang. It’s quite annoying.”

"You philistines..." Du Yuesheng was a little angry. Meng Xiaodong was so innocent. But the relatives around her all regarded money as so important. They all regarded her as a cash cow.

An excerpt of Meng Xiaodong's play outside has reached its climax. Fans with oily heads are all here for Meng Xiaodong. They don't understand Peking Opera at all. Only those who can really be intoxicated by it are the real opera fans. Oh, those so-called Not all people with "status" are oil-headed and noodle-y, nor are they all ignorant of Peking Opera. At least there is one exception. That is Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin shook his head and said to himself that Meng Xiaodong's skills had improved again. At the end of the game, he clapped his hands and cheered. During the fundraiser, the oil-headed fans carried the tickets and called them to give to Meng Xiaodong. But how could Meng Xiaodong come out to collect the money in person? Xiaodong refused to accept it. The fans were not happy. Du Yuesheng gave Zhang Xiaolin a look. Zhang Xiaolin donated three thousand yuan.

Three thousand yuan is really a lot of money. It is not paper money, but real money. When two yuan hits the ocean, it clangs. This is real hard currency. Meng Xiaodong was deeply moved and wanted to come out to thank Du Yuesheng. Pull him: "Thank you for anything. You're welcome."

He did not lower his voice. Just now, Zhang Xiaolin spent a lot of money and caused a silence. Du Yuesheng's words came to everyone's ears clearly. Meng Xiaodong was immediately worried: "Why do you talk like this?" He shook off Du Yuesheng's hand. I can't forgive him if his arm goes out. Meng Siyuan gave him a hard look: "You are a guy with no dignity in your eyes."

Meng Xiaodong was about to apologize. Du Yuesheng stepped out and stopped her: "You can't guess what rich people think."

Meng Xiaodong came out. Of course, everyone was excited again. Zhang Xiaolin asked: "Why can't you guess the thoughts of rich people? If she can't guess, you can."

Du Yuesheng nodded: "Xiaodong, you see, there are those figures who are like the God of Wealth. Their biggest wish is to donate more money. But the people around them are not short of money. They have no place to donate. They are so anxious. It doesn’t work. If you organize a fundraiser, you can find a way for them. Like this friend below, that’s what he wants, right?”

Zhang Xiaolin nodded with a sullen face: "Yes. I am just a boss who has money but can't spend it. It makes me anxious."

Meng Xiaodong looked surprised. It was not just her. Everyone present looked surprised.

The oil-headed fans finally started to bleed because they didn’t want Zhang Xiaolin to monopolize the limelight. They could donate money here and there, but no one could surpass Zhang Xiaolin. Meng Xiaodong wanted to express his gratitude again. Zhang Xiaolin had already left.

The person who initiated this disaster relief performance was a well-known local gentleman. Because his hometown was hit by the disaster, Meng Xiaodong was the final star. He specially sent a special car to pick him up. Meng Xiaodong took the car back. Du Yuesheng followed her again respectively.

Zhang Xiaolin had been impatient for a long time. As soon as Du Yuesheng got in the car, he became angry: "I will spend three thousand yuan to buy you a meal. Ha, I have learned a lot today. It turns out that rich people are so mean. Ah, I have money and I can’t spend it.”

"Ha. I was just about to find you to blame. Why did you donate so little?"

"You've lost your mind. That's not enough. You really want me to donate 10,000 yuan. You're usually very smart. What's wrong? You've lost your mind because of Meng Xiaodong. I just donated a bank to her. What's more? What’s the use? People don’t know that this donation has anything to do with you.”

Du Yuesheng smiled heartlessly: "To love someone is to be kind to them silently. Don't care about it..."

"Go away. Don't disgust me." Zhang Xiaolin interrupted him and suddenly started the car: "You're just going to drag her around like this. What's the point? You want to chase a woman. You haven't slept with her in two months. Then Even if you fail."

"This feels good. Let's do this for now."

Zhang Xiaolin started the car: "I have to talk to you about the current affairs of the Green and Red Gangs. You see what to do."