Shu watched himself in the mirror.
His appearance seemed to have really changed a little bit, but if he was asked to elaborate on the specific changes in his facial features and face shape, he couldn't tell.
Just now Shu Guan specifically asked Han Biao if he had noticed the recent changes in his appearance.
Han Biao stared at his face carefully for a long time, but finally shook his head.
However, when Shu Guan took out a photo taken when he first came to Shanghai and asked Han Biao to compare it, Han Biao opened his mouth in surprise.
That photo was specially taken when I went to apply for household registration in order to buy this house.
Compared with half a year ago, Shu Guan's appearance has indeed changed a lot. At least strangers will never think that the person in the photo is the same person as Shu Guan now. At most, they can only say that they are somewhat similar. .
Shu Guan tied his tie in front of the mirror and put on the navy blue double-breasted suit that he bought specially yesterday.
At this time, his appearance in the mirror was a little more handsome than before. With his tall and straight body, his temperament was very different from that of ordinary people. Although he could not compare with top handsome guys like Tantai Yu, Ouyang Hai, and Sang Liren. In comparison, as long as you don't stand with those people, you can still attract the attention of the opposite sex.
No wonder the business of the plastic surgery hospital in the previous life was so good. Sure enough, even if you know that you have had plastic surgery, you can still greatly satisfy a certain vanity and become addicted to it.
After admiring his completely transformed self in the mirror for a while with satisfaction, Shu Guan raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already six o'clock in the evening.
Then he put on a similarly navy blue top hat and black calfskin shoes, picked up the invitation sent by Xiaojian the day before yesterday, walked out of the room, and left the horse racing venue.
There is still an hour left before Meng Linghui's performance officially starts.
However, the distance to the Guangming Grand Theater is on Merlot Street outside Duolun Lane, so you can easily walk there in time.
But when he walked out of Duolun Lane, he saw Du Wenqiang's luxury private car parked at the intersection. Seeing him walking out of Duolun Lane, Xiaojian quickly got out of the driver's seat.
"Mr. Shu, Mr. Du asked me to wait for you here."
Xiaojian opened the car door respectfully and asked Shu Guan to get in the car.
There have been rumors in Shanghai that Du Wenqiang, the Youth Gang tycoon, has always been meticulous and thoughtful in his work. This rumor is not exaggerated at all.
Shu Guan smiled and said:
"Where is your Mr. Du?"
"Originally Mr. Du was going to pick you up, Mr. Shu, in person, but today Mr. Meng has a lot to do with Mr. Du, so he asked me to drive to pick you up, Mr. Shu, to go to the theater."
Xiaojian explained.
However, Shu Guan did not get on the bus in the end, saying that he wanted to walk there.
After all, many people in Shencheng knew about Du Wenqiang's car, so it would be too ostentatious to ride there in his car.
So Xiaojian drove away first, while Shuguan walked leisurely along the road towards the other end of Merlot Street.
Twenty minutes later, Shu Guan walked outside the door of Guangming Theater.
Today, there is a lot of traffic outside this sail-shaped yellow building. The neon lights on the round lampposts on the roof are shining with charming lights. Below is a huge poster. On the poster, Meng Linghui is wearing costumes and makeup. He looked so heroic and magnificent.
Car after car stopped at the entrance of the theater, and men and women in rich clothes got out of the car.
Today is a charity performance to raise funds for the refugees who were displaced by the war a few months ago. The more donations, the better. So the tickets tonight are not cheap. Ordinary citizens really don’t You must be able to afford the tickets.
However, it seems that Meng Linghui will perform for two more days, and the next two days will be for ordinary Shencheng citizens, and the ticket price will not be so expensive.
As for Meng Linghui's charity performance this time, I'm afraid it has something to do with what he told Du Wenqiang to help refugees a few days ago!
From a distance, I saw Du Wenqiang standing on the steps of the theater gate, wearing a long gown, smiling and greeting the dignitaries who got off the car.
Tonight, probably most of the upper class people in Shencheng came to this Guangming Theater.
But it’s not necessarily because of Du Wenqiang’s face.
You must know that Meng Linghui, the famous opera master, has performed less and less on stage since he got together with Du Wenqiang, seemingly to take care of Du Wenqiang's face.
Meng Linghui's last performance was two years ago, and he has not been on stage since then.
In the past, every time Meng Linghui took the stage, it was hard to get a ticket, let alone his comeback debut after two years of hiatus. This was a performance that everyone had been looking forward to for who knows how long.
With Meng Linghui's reputation and status in the theater world, as long as she is willing to take the stage, it will be enough to make the whole Shanghai go crazy without the need for Du Wenqiang to come forward.
Shu Guan took the invitation, walked across the road, and walked towards the gate of Guangming Theater.
Du Wenqiang, who was standing on the steps, saw Shu Guan's figure at this moment, and immediately walked down the steps to greet him.
"Mr. Shu, you are here."
Du Wenqiang had a smile on his face, and his expression was very polite, with a hint of respect.
This is the result that Shuguan specifically explained.
If there was no one around at this time, I'm afraid Du Wenqiang's expression would only be respectful.
Ever since Du Wenqiang knew that he was an "immortal", Du Wenqiang's attitude towards him had completely changed, from the original respect with a little bit of win over to absolute deference.
So Shu Guan told him not to act like a younger brother when in front of others in the future. After all, he is the most powerful youth gang tycoon in Shanghai, and he behaves too lowly in front of a fortune teller. It will inevitably make others feel weird.
However, although Du Wen Qiangqiang had extremely restrained his enthusiasm at this moment, his attitude towards Shu Guan still made the atmosphere in Zhou Wen become silent.
After all, with Du Wenqiang's current status in Shanghai, standing at this door today has given the audience who came to see the west a huge face, that is, Meng Linghui is his confidante, otherwise this person who is now in Shanghai has only one hand. How could the all-powerful man be standing here?
As for being able to welcome Du Wenqiang down the steps so proactively, there are really not many people in Shanghai who are qualified.
Let's put it this way, even if Wu Xicheng, the mayor of Shencheng City, comes, Du Wenqiang doesn't need to take those few steps forward!
So who is this young man?
Could it be that he is Mr. President's son who was rumored to be coming to Shanghai some time ago?
The surrounding guests looked at Shu Guan in surprise.
Of course, Shu Guan is now quite well-known in Shanghai's upper class society.
At this moment, several guests immediately recognized him.
"It turns out Mr. Shu is here."
"Mr. Shu, the prediction you gave me last time was so accurate. I am planning to go to your place to express my gratitude in the past two days."
Several guests who recognized Shu Guan also came over to greet Shu Guan enthusiastically.
As for the reason why they didn't recognize him immediately, it was because he was dressed in suits and leather shoes today, which was completely different from the long shirt and cloth shoes he wore in the horse racing hall in the past.
The other is that Shu Guan's appearance has indeed undergone some changes, making them afraid to recognize each other for a while.
Shu Guan smiled and greeted the former patrons of the horse racing hall.
"Mr. Shu, I have arranged for you box number 8 on the third floor."
At this time, Du Wenqiang whispered, and then called a bodyguard and asked him to take Shu Guan to the arranged box.
"Master Du, just do your own business!"
Shu Guan smiled and said to Du Wenqiang, and then walked into the theater.
Behind the door is a spacious foyer with a large donation box.
In addition to the ticket sales from today's charity performance being donated to the refugees, there are also voluntary donations.
However, the audience who walked into the foyer would basically put a silver check into the donation box.
Du Wenqiang and Du Ye are standing at the door. My confidante is also on stage again today after two years of absence. Are you embarrassed not to donate any more?
Shu Guan walked past the donation box, not wanting to put a banknote in it.
To be honest, today's fund-raising performance started because of him. There is no need for him to show such a small act of kindness.
Walking through the spacious foyer, there is a huge oval auditorium with a magnificent circular dome and rows of seats underneath, which can accommodate nearly a thousand people at the same time.
This Western Continental Opera House-style layout allows the voices of performers on stage to be better heard by the audience sitting in the middle and back rows.
It's just that when the new Guangming Grand Theater was first built, this architectural layout was opposed by many old theater fans, including some famous Liyuan actors and actresses who even claimed that they would never perform in such a theater. This completely violated the ancestral system of Liyuan. Well.
After watching a few performances, the audience's controversy quickly subsided. Sitting in such a theater and listening to a play was indeed much better than the original open-air theater.
On both sides of the auditorium were stairs leading to the boxes upstairs. Shu Guan was led up to the third floor by Du Wenqiang's bodyguard.
The second and third floors here are all private rooms.
Of course, which floor box you can sit in represents a completely different status of a person.
Box No. 8 on the third floor arranged by Du Wenqiang is directly facing the stage. This is naturally one of the best boxes in the entire Guangming Theater.
Especially today, when most of the celebrities in Shanghai are here, not everyone can enter a box like this.
When I walked into the box, I saw that the decoration inside was full of majestic style. It was graceful and luxurious without losing elegance. On the pear wood round table in the middle of the box, there were already exquisite melon seeds and fruit snacks. There was also a pretty maid in the room. Looking forward to it.
There was no way there would be such a maid in the theater. It was Du Wenqiang who specially arranged to serve him tea and water.
The bodyguard took Shu Guan to the box and left, while the pretty maid handed over a warm towel with a sweet smile.
Shu Guan took a towel and wiped his face, then walked to the open balcony of the box. Seventy percent of the audience was already seated in the hall below. Audiences were still pouring in from the foyer, with people shouting and laughing. , a scene of peace and joy.
Many people may only remember that today is the day when Meng Linghui returns to the stage after two years, but they forget that the purpose of today's benefit performance is to raise funds for a group of refugees who have lost their homes.
And those refugees will lose their homes because of a war a few months ago.
Today's Dahua is still in a state of war.
It's just that the dignitaries of Shencheng have returned to their original comfortable and prosperous life after just a few months.
Shu Guan raised his head.
A figure floated down from the top of the theater and landed next to Shu Guan.
Dressed in green clothes, he is as ugly as a ghost.
Of course, she was a ghost to begin with.
Shu Guan turned around and smiled slightly at the maid who was peeling melon seeds for him:
"You go out first!"
The maid stopped her white and tender hands in astonishment, then glanced at Shu Guan with a hint of resentment, turning a blind eye to the woman in green next to Shu Guan.
The maid finally bowed out of the box.
Shu Guan then turned around and looked at the ugly face with red flesh curled up beside him. His smile did not change and he said:
"There are several practitioners in the theater today. Aren't you afraid of causing more trouble just by showing up like this?"
"I don't want them to see it, so they can't see it."
The female ghost in green said this calmly.
Her face was extremely ugly, but her voice was extremely beautiful.
Shu Guan thought that when he first walked into the Guangming Theater, he really didn't notice her presence at all until that moment, so he believed that she did have this method.
After all, this female ghost in green is comparable to a human Nascent Soul realm ghost cultivator.
"Where's Xiaoru? Why haven't I seen her? Besides, she hasn't been to my place for a few days."
Then Shu Guan asked again.
"I have taught her a new ghost technique in the past few days. I will not let her go out until she has mastered it."
The female ghost in green glanced at Shu and said indifferently:
"Why, are you still worried that I will harm her?"
Shu Guan was silent for a moment.
After learning the details of the green-robed female ghost from the secret cult, he no longer worried about Wang Ru following the green-robed female ghost.
"Thank you."
Then he looked at the other person and said these two words to the female ghost in green sincerely.
Ever since the maid left the box, Shu Guan's eyes had not deliberately avoided the face of the female ghost in green.
His thank you also made the female ghost in green silence for a moment, and then she asked Shu Guan curiously:
"How do you manage to look at my face without throwing up?"
Shu Guan smiled bitterly and said:
"As I told you last time, I have better resistance in this regard, because I used to look like you... not very good-looking."
Shu Guan forcefully swallowed the word "ugly" back into his stomach.
According to his experience in his previous life, it is best not to call any woman ugly in front of her, even if she is really ugly, otherwise something unpredictable may happen.
...Female ghosts should also be considered women...
Shu Guan thought with some uncertainty.
The female ghost in green grinned her half-missing mouth, and the rolled red flesh on her face was twisted into a ball. The two small holes where the nose should be were shrunk to almost invisible, making it increasingly difficult to look directly at her.
I don't know whether she was laughing or pouting mockingly, but she didn't seem to believe Shu Guan's words.
"Do me a favor later."
Then she said this.
"Please say."
Shu Guan said quickly.
"The few practitioners who came to the theater today, I heard they were discussing just now that they wanted to do something here, but I just want to watch a play today and don't want to be disturbed, and I'm not in the mood to do anything."
"You mean the ones pretending to be the theater staff?"
"good."
"What do they want to do?"
Shu Guan asked again.
At this time, I heard footsteps outside, the door of the next door box was pushed open, and several people walked into the next box talking and laughing, and there seemed to be Du Wenqiang's voice.
However, Shu Guan's attention was focused on the conversation with the female ghost in green, and he didn't pay much attention to the situation in the box next door.
"It seems that a very wealthy businessman from Shanghai is coming tonight. Those practitioners are doing something to that wealthy businessman. That's probably it. I didn't listen carefully, but I don't want this to happen in this theater. middle."
"no problem."
After Shu Guan asked clearly, he nodded with a smile and said:
"You can watch the show in peace tonight!"
This female ghost in Tsing Yi was also a famous figure in the Liyuan when she was alive. According to the records seen in the secret cultivator, she was a generation of Tsing Yi who was more respected than Meng Linghui today.
As for the practitioners they were talking about, Shu Guan had already noticed them when he went to the box on the third floor.
They were a few staff members wearing theater work uniforms, standing at the top of the stairs as if guiding VIP guests in the box. Their cultivation levels were not high, that is, the level of the entrainment stage.
Although Shu Guan was a little surprised at that time, he didn't pay too much attention.
Because he knew that there was a female ghost in green living in the theater, he thought that those practitioners were related to the female ghost in green.
Of course, now I know that I have gone astray.
While one person and one ghost were talking, a gong was heard downstairs, and then the curtain on the stage slowly opened.
Tonight's performance officially begins.
The female ghost in green floated up and sat on the railing of the theater balcony, staring at the stage with a confused and focused expression.
Outside the box, there was a sound of footsteps again.
Those footsteps had a special rhythm, as well as the breathing sounds of several people that were indistinct and could never be heard by ordinary people.
Those practitioners came.
Shu Guan smiled, turned around and walked towards the door of the box.
The footsteps outside stopped in front of the box next to him, and then there was the sound of the door being pushed open again.
They didn't knock on the door, just opened the door and walked into the next box.
Shu Guan opened the door and walked out of the box.
Du Wenqiang's seemingly dissatisfied voice sounded in the box next door.
"What are you doing in here?"
Shu Guan walked to the box next door. At this time, the door that had just been pushed open had not yet been closed.
Shu Guan raised his hand to hold the door and pushed open the box door again.
The moment the box door opened again, Shu watched the person sitting in the box opposite the door.
Then Shuguan was suddenly startled.
He was a thin, handsome middle-aged man, wearing the same navy blue double-breasted suit he wore today. He was elegant and shrewd, full of the charm and style of a mature man.
...How about it be such a coincidence...
At this moment, Shu Guan had only one thought in his mind.
Because that middle-aged man was his prospective father-in-law Rong Duanfu.
(End of chapter)
