"Professional Team"
In front of the Stage.
Huang Suyue lowered her head, pacing back and forth in front of the nurous empty seats. She unconsciously rubbed her hands together lightly, seeming a bit nervous.
At this ti, Jinghong Theater was completely empty. All the Audience mbers had left one after another, and only Huang Suyue, who was Chen Ling's "boss", still remained Off Stage.
"Miss Huang, please wait a mont. Our Mister will be out right away." Kong Baosheng said respectfully.
Kong Baosheng absolutely didn't dare to drive her away. He even brewed a new cup of tea and spoke very politely. After all, this was Mister Lin's direct superior. If she was displeased, Mister Lin would be the one to suffer!
"It's fine, it's fine. No rush." Huang Suyue took the tea with both hands and curiously sized up this teenager. "How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen."
"At fifteen, you're supporting such a big Theater House all by yourself? Where are the adults in your family?"
"My parents died in an accident early on. Now it's just my Grandmother and . But her health isn't good, so I'm the only one who can earn money." Kong Baosheng said while wiping the table with a rag.
Looking at the sweat on Kong Baosheng's forehead, and the worn-out shirt he had scavenged from who knows where, a hint of pity flashed in Huang Suyue's eyes. She exchanged a glance with Uncle Quan behind her,
"Actually, there's a charity fund under my na. With your situation, you can absolutely receive a subsidy. When I go back, I'll register for you. The first subsidy should arrive very soon. Although it's not much, basic food and clothing shouldn't be a problem..."
Kong Baosheng was stunned for a mont. He carefully looked at the yellow-clad girl in front of him, as if looking at so extrely rare species.
Charity fund... These four words, in the Red Dust Domain, were basically an Arabian Nights tale.
Whether it was the forr five great consortiums, or those rather influential second-rate consortiums, earning money by attracting traffic was their first principle. In this era, charitable donations couldn't be used for tax evasion, and wealthy people absolutely wouldn't think of sharing their wealth with the poor. Things like charity funds seed to exist only in stories.
"Miss Huang, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't accept the subsidy." Kong Baosheng said seriously,
"Grandmother said that we must rely on our own hands to earn money, and we can't accept money given in charity by others... Moreover, after our Mister bought the Theater House, he already advanced a large sum of money as labor compensation. My life is quite well-off. At least I don't have to worry about food and drink, and I can afford dicine."
After speaking, Kong Baosheng suddenly realized that this girl in front of him was Mister's boss. He imdiately pretended to casually add a sentence:
"Um... In the Red Dust Domain, there really aren't many people as kind-hearted and talented as our Mister."
Huang Suyue looked deeply in the direction of the backstage and nodded repeatedly in agreent.
To think that the Special Envoy not only clearly distinguished gratitude and grievances and possessed a heart for the greater good, but was also so gentle towards a child like Kong Baosheng... Having a fierce tiger in one's heart but stopping to sll the roses, this must refer to a person like the Special Envoy, right?
Uncle Quan at the side looked at Huang Suyue's dazed gaze, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. After hesitating to speak, he let out a long, helpless sigh.
After Kong Baosheng finished wiping the table, he didn't rest for a mont. He directly hugged the Fruit Platter left over by the guests and ran towards the Kitchen. The sound of rushing water imdiately followed. In the empty hall, only Huang Suyue and the other were left.
At the sa ti, a figure in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly walked out from behind the Stage.
Seeing that red-clad figure, Huang Suyue's eyes lit up, and Uncle Quan also imdiately stood up, speaking respectfully:
"Greetings, Special Envoy."
"Mhm. Why are you guys here?"
"Yesterday at the birthday banquet, we saw you being forced by that Li Hanxiang to perform On Stage, and we felt it was inappropriate." Huang Suyue said seriously,
"After all, you are the honorable Special Envoy, concerning yourself with the grand view of the domains. You can't always be dragged down by this kind of scumbag... Moreover, your reputation is now widespread. I'm afraid this kind of trouble will only increase in the future.
Therefore, I specially brought our Huang Consortium's most professional managent team to serve you. I guarantee that there won't be similar situations in the future, and we won't let those ssy things take up your ti."
As Huang Suyue spoke, four or five n and won in Suits and leather shoes walked in from outside the Theater House. They lined up behind her, a sense of elite oppression sweeping over.
Looking at this scene, Chen Ling's eyes were full of surprise.
He had to say, Huang Suyue was really too ticulous in her work. He was also worrying about this matter this morning, and Huang Suyue not only anticipated the situations that might occur in advance, but also prepared a response plan in an extrely short ti. She resolutely pulled over the Huang Consortium's top-tier managent team, making it clear that she wanted to use the Huang Consortium's influence in the entertainnt circle to escort him.
"You're very thoughtful." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "However, you should take these people away... I don't need them for the ti being."
Huang Suyue was stunned, "You don't need them? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Chen Ling glanced at the Stage behind him. Three figures were slowly walking out from the darkness.
One wearing a black jacket and a wolf-tail haircut, looking extrely unfriendly; one two ters tall, wearing a long black overcoat, deep-set eye sockets carrying a mysterious sense of oppression; one with hands in his pockets, smiling and looking around, his snake-like eyes revealing an indescribable madness.
[Six of Spades], Jack of Clubs, 9 of Hearts;
The three just stood there behind Chen Ling, practically writing the words "do not ss with" on their faces. Their aura directly scared the managent team behind Huang Suyue silly. They looked at each other blankly and unconsciously took a half-step back.
[Six of Hearts], draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, hooked his lips into a deadly arc, raised his hands, and said leisurely:
"I already have a... 'professional team' that can help solve troubles."
Solve the troubles,
Or,
Solve the people causing the troubles.
Huang Suyue and Uncle Quan looked at Chen Ling and the three "managers" behind him, frozen in place for a mont. No matter how one looked at it, the attire and appearance of these three didn't seem like professional managers at all, but rather like thugs pulled off the street... Especially Uncle Quan, who looked at the three with a weird expression and seed to want to say sothing to dissuade him, but Huang Suyue silently pinched him.
Uncle Quan imdiately understood and silently closed his mouth.
Huang Suyue waved her hand, signaling the managent team to return to the car first. When they had completely walked far away, she finally said:
"Since the Special Envoy already has candidates, then I'll let them go back first... If there are any other places where you can use and the Huang Consortium, please contact anyti."
After speaking, Huang Suyue bowed deeply to Chen Ling, then lifted her long dress skirt and walked out of the Theater House.
Just then, Chen Ling's voice sounded again:
"Wait."
Huang Suyue turned her head in confusion.
Chen Ling stood in front of the Stage, smiled slightly, and said:
"Speaking of which... there really is a matter I need Miss Huang's help with."
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