Chapter 154: Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha (please subscribe)
“Master, what should we do now?”
Wen Cai believed it and felt uneasy.
Uncle Jiu said seriously: "Give me the banknote in your hand."
Wen Cai was slightly startled, but his hand reacted faster than his brain and he handed the banknote directly.
Uncle Jiu caught the banknote and turned to look at Qiu Sheng: "And you."
Qiu Sheng subconsciously took a step back and said with a dry smile: "Master, please tell me first. I can just hold the banknote myself."
"Give it to me first, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain to you." Uncle Jiu insisted.
Wencai also came back to his senses at this time, feeling that something was not right. In line with the principle of brothers sharing difficulties, he persuaded: "Hand it over first, Qiusheng. Rather than chasing stars, I I think it’s more important to practice Taoism.”
Idiot!
Qiu was angry and distressed, but after all that was said, how could he have any reason not to hand over the favor?
"Master, you must return it to me after you finish speaking." Qiusheng said seriously as he reluctantly handed over the banknote.
"Give it back to you?"
Uncle Jiu freed his hand to catch the banknote: "Don't think about it, it's impossible. You two go to the lobby and sit down Copy the Calm Talisman in front of the statue of the Patriarch until you can really calm down."
The faces of the two apprentices fell instantly, and Qiu Sheng argued: "Master, no matter what, this is our fault for Lan. Everyone’s thoughts…”
"I know." Uncle Jiu nodded: "Don't worry, I will find someone to help you give this heart to everyone Lan."
Qiu Sheng: "..."
" Why are you stunned? Why don't you go quickly?" Seeing that the two of them couldn't move their legs and just looked at him helplessly, Uncle Jiu scolded him with an angry expression.
If Qin Yao were not here, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai would still dare to fight for it, at least to take off the banknotes on the banknotes.
But now Qin Yao is watching here. Based on his filial piety towards his master, if the two of them dare to be "disrespectful", they will definitely be beaten severely.
Is money or life more important?
This does not seem to be a multiple choice question!
"Qin Yao, do you know Mr. Lan?" Uncle Ninth smiled secretly as he watched the two apprentices lower their heads and shrug their shoulders, walking into the hall with three glances.
“I don’t know him, let alone understand him. It feels like a person appears out of nowhere.” Qin Yao said sincerely.
He has watched the original movie.
If you say you know each other at this time, if you say you understand, you will definitely end up like Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.
"It's easier if you don't know each other." Uncle Jiu muttered softly, and pushed both banknotes into Qin Yao's arms.
"Take these two banknotes and come with me."
Qin Yao: "..."
It's true that he doesn't want to copy the meditation spell, but I also don’t want to see Lan Guifang!
Regardless of how famous this woman is in movies or even in reality, Boss Qin has no idea about her.
After all... In this turbulent era of warlord warfare, those who can become famous are basically insulated from the four words "pure and pure".
“Let’s go, why are you standing there in a daze?” Uncle Jiu waved.
Qin Yao exhaled a thick breath.
Another day when we are forced to open for business!
...
"Wencai, have you calmed down?"
In the lobby, at the long table in front of the statue of the Patriarch.
Qiu Sheng, who had drawn the Calming Mantra more than thirty times, became more and more irritated as he drew it, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask.
"No, I feel sorry for my six hundred and sixty-six yuan." Wencai sighed as his cheeks wrinkled like bitter gourds. "What kind of money are you worried about? With your current income, what about six hundred yuan are you missing?" Qiu Sheng said speechlessly: "The most important thing now is that if we miss the opportunity to meet Lan Guifang today, we may not be able to meet Lan Guifang in the future." I can’t see you anymore.”
“But Master said...”
“Don’t you know that Master is also a fan of Lan Guifang?”
Wencai: “???”
That evening.
Fucheng Red Hall.
The Coliseum, which can accommodate 3,200 people, was packed with seats, the crowd was buzzing, and the eyes were so hot that they were almost fanatical. As the lights converged on the flower-studded stage, they silently waited for the legendary star to come on stage.
"Master Lan." Backstage at the Hong Kong Coliseum, a middle-aged man in a long gown knocked on the door of the dressing room and said with his hands raised.
"Boss Zhu." Lan Guifang, who was sitting in front of a silver mirror and letting the makeup artist apply it, stood up immediately, respecting the other person and showing good education.
With a smile on his face, Zhu An looked up at the other person's delicate face with picturesque features: "Master Lan, I'm really sorry to disturb you when you are about to take the stage."
Lan Guifang smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter... I know that boss Zhu coming to me at this time must have something important and urgent."
Zhu Anxin praised deeply.
As expected of a famous person, he not only sings well, but also understands the principle of combining strength and softness in his dealings with others.
"That's what you said." Zhu An confirmed the other party first, and then began to blame him: "That's it, the big boss of Chenghuang Department Store came with his master and wanted to send two banknotes in advance. For you."
"A gift card?" Lan Guifang was slightly surprised and said, "He is my fan?"
Zhu An shook his head and said with a strange expression: "No. His master is your fan."
Lan Guifang: "???"
...
A blink of an eye , two hours later.
After singing the last song, Lan Guifang, who was shining brightly on the stage, stood in front of the loudspeaker that was as tall as one person, and looked at the two positions in the first row through the bright light on the stage: "I've finished singing the encore (encore) songs, and I really can't sing anymore. Finally, how about chatting with everyone?"
"Okay..." The voices of more than two thousand people gathered together, roaring like drums, breaking through the roof, making all the sensitive audiences present excited.
Lan Guifang smiled lightly, like the gentle wind in the mountains, which easily calmed down the extremely excited emotions of many people, causing the shouts in the audience to gradually become silent.
"Senior brother, do you think it is possible for us to marry a woman like Sister Fang in this life?" Wen Cai turned to Qiu Sheng from the two seats opposite.
"I still have the possibility that you will basically die." Qiu Sheng said without hesitation: "After all, although money can buy women, women of Sister Fang's level will not be short of money."
Literary talent: "..."
Why do you feel that in his eyes, you have nothing but money?
"First of all..."
At this time, Lan Guifang, who was in the center of the stage, leaned her face in front of the circular loudspeaker and said with a smile: "Thank you, Boss Zhu Anzhu, for inviting me. There was a concert in the Hong Kong Coliseum. Without his three visits to the thatched cottage, my relationship with You may not have the chance to meet today. Secondly, I would like to thank Boss Qin of the department store and Master Lin Jiu for the banknotes. I am very happy to have such an outstanding person like me."
Hearing this, before. Audience members Liu and Xu were suddenly stunned.
Boss Qin...
Master Lin Jiu...
Chaipai...
Damn! !
What a trick to sneak through Chen Cang and borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.
(End of this chapter)