Not to mention, Huang Mengli's set of five lightning whips was very effective, but the vase in the office suffered a lot.
He heard that Jiang Jiahao wanted to send him to film a romance film, and curiously approached Huang Mengang and asked: "Brother, what is a romance film? Is there any martial arts scene?"
Buck-toothed Su slapped his forehead, covered his mouth to suppress laughter, and nodded: "Well, it was a martial arts scene from beginning to end. The fighting was so exciting, with punches that hit the flesh, and every scene was famous."
"The bayonet and the scabbard were so rubbed that sparks were coming out of them, and the fight lasted for several hours. Even though they were screaming in pain, they refused to admit defeat."
Huang Mengli glanced at Buck Yasu coldly, feeling that he did not look like a good person, so he looked at Jiang Qiwen: "Sister, you are the best person here. Tell me, is Fengyue Pian what Buck Yasu said?"
Jiang Qiwen was sorting out the accounts. When she heard this, she raised her head and glanced at Huang Mengli. Seeing his serious look, she suppressed a smile and nodded.
Huang Meng immediately saw that the elder sister he trusted the most nodded. The romantic movie must be a martial arts movie. He smiled and pushed Huang Mengang with his shoulder: "Brother, I'm going to shoot a romantic movie, one fight ten!"
Jiang Jiahao was drinking tea and squirted out a sip of water. He gave Huang Mengli a thumbs-up and said, "You have ambition!"
Huang Menang's face was filled with black lines. He snatched the whip from Huang Mengli's hand and whipped him on the butt.
"Brother, why did you hit me?!"
"Buck Ya Su, why are you so bad?" Abao laughed so hard that he poked Buck Ya Su's shoulder with his finger.
"Okay, stop making trouble and talk about business."
Jiang Jiahao put down his teacup and tapped the table with his fingers.
Huang Menang finally stopped his act of annihilating relatives for justice, while Huang Mengli covered his buttocks and limped to the desk.
Glancing at everyone who was listening attentively, Jiang Jiahao took out a hand-bound book from the drawer and placed it on the table.
He tore off the first three sheets casually, threw them to Buck Ya Su, and said, "You are from Cantonese, and Cantonese is your native language. Let's sing a few lines."
"Isn't this a Cantonese opera?" Buck Ya Su curiously took the white paper and looked at it. It turned out to be lyrics?
Seeing everyone staring at him eagerly, he cleared his throat and tried to speak: "How high is the sky? You can reach it with both hands. If you fall, dare to challenge and try again. No matter how strong the wind is, I am willing to do it for you." This green grass..."
Although Buck Yasu is a long-time smoker, I have to say that his voice is clear and translucent. Even when he sings a cappella, it has a bit of the original singing by Lu Fang.
Jiang Jiahao leaned on the chair with his eyes closed, tapping his thighs with his fingers unconsciously.
Buck-toothed Su saw that Jiang Jiahao had no intention of shouting to stop, so he sang the lyrics on the three pieces of paper twice, which made all the people in the room mesmerized.
Abao took a sip of the wave candy, looked up and down at Buck Yasu, and said doubtfully, "I didn't expect you could sing pretty well."
Jiang Qiwen put down the account book, took the juice and took a sip. She looked at Jiang Jiahao, who had his eyes closed in deep thought, and asked: "The main thing is the lyrics, Ah Hao, was this written?"
Jiang Jiahao opened his eyes and raised his buck teeth in surprise. He didn't expect this kid to have a talent for singing.
Regarding Jiang Qiwen's question, Jiang Jiahao did not comment. He was not capable of composing songs. He had done it anyway, so he didn't mind being a song writer.
While contributing to Ta Kung Newspaper, Jiang Jiahao had already started writing songs silently.
He wrote several songs silently a day, and after a few months, there were hundreds of songs stored in the manuscript. This was a valuable asset.
Thinking about it, so many classic songs from later generations suddenly exploded in Hong Kong in the 1960s. It is exciting to think about it.
He casually tore off another piece of handwritten lyrics from the book and handed it to Jiang Qiwen, which made her confused: "I have one too?"
Jiang Qiwen stared at the lyrics for a while, then saw everyone looking over curiously, her face turned red.
With Jiang Jiahao's expectant expression on his face, Jiang Qiwen opened her mouth and sang only two lines of lyrics. Everyone in the room covered their ears.
Jiang Qiwen's singing stopped suddenly, she pursed her lips with a look of grievance, and asked, "Why are you covering your ears? Is it hard to hear my singing?"
Jiang Jiahao nodded: "Buck Ya Su's singing costs money, your singing costs money!"
"Go to hell!"
Jiang Qiwen bared her teeth and claws at Jiang Jiahao, angrily threw the lyrics on the table, and left the office holding the account book.
Abao curled his lips, extended his thumb to Jiang Jiahao, and asked, "Isn't Sister A angry?"
Jiang Jiahao nonchalantly picked up a cigar and cut off the head. Buck-toothed Su immediately came over to help him light it.
He puffed out smoke, glanced around the remaining people, and said quietly.
"I'm going to inform you that starting from today, all employees in the entertainment center will have their rest breaks reduced by three hours. They will all come to the office to learn. As an incentive, they will receive three times their salary."
"It's everyone, including you. It's half past eight now. Let the employees who are on leave from nine in the morning to six in the afternoon prepare. Come at nine o'clock."
"Oh yes, Buck Ya Su, you go to Xixiangzihuatan and call Xiao Mei."
"Why are you still standing there? Just go ahead and do what you have to do!"
When they heard that they had to work overtime, everyone in the room had sad expressions. Overtime is the most annoying thing.
But the boss didn't look like he was joking. A group of people looked at each other and could only sniff and leave, even A Bao was no exception.
As soon as he walked to the door, he heard someone knocking on the door. He opened the door and saw that it was Mu Wanrou and Asang.
Seeing Mu Wanrou, Buck-toothed Su and the others felt like they had met a savior. Just as they were about to speak, they felt murderous intent lurking behind them.
These people turned around subconsciously and saw Jiang Jiahao peeling an apple with a dagger. While peeling, he stared at them with playful eyes. They were so frightened that Buck-toothed Su and the others left in despair.
"What did you do to them? Look like you were scared?"
Mu Wanrou walked into the office, Asang pulled the chair and pushed it to the desk, let Mu Wanrou sit down, and then stood behind her.
But seeing Jiang Jiahao staring at him maliciously, Asang snorted coldly and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper.
"It's nothing, just a bunch of lazy guys, work overtime for them. You came just in time, I have to give staff training at nine o'clock, it's very fun, do you want to watch it?"
Jiang Jiahao handed the peeled apple to Mu Wanrou. Mu Wanrou took it subconsciously and suddenly stared at the dagger in Jiang Jiahao's hand with a hint of curiosity.
Seeing Mu Wanrou staring at the dagger thoughtfully, Jiang Jiahao handed it to her.
Putting the apple aside for the time being, Mu Wanrou looked at the dagger carefully and said softly, "My father has a very good friend who was once a general in the national army."
"He likes to collect cold weapons. He once gave my father a scimitar. It is said to have belonged to Genghis Khan. The workmanship is very similar to your dagger, but it was later lost."
"The handle is made of ancient Hotan jade. The blade is radiant with cold light. This ruby is extremely hard to find. Where did you get such a dagger? Why do you use it to peel apples?"
"You tell me, it's a long story." Hearing this, Jiang Jiahao glanced at Asang in the distance and whispered.
"Didn't I rob Artest's goods last time?"
"There is a funeral palace where they trade. There is a big iron coffin under the funeral palace. I got it from the tomb robbery. Isn't it amazing?"
"Steal..." The corners of Mu Wanrou's eyes kept twitching, and she immediately threw the dagger on the table and took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands.
She pointed at the dagger and asked, her voice full of sharpness: "You mean, it was taken out of the coffin? You use it to peel an apple for me?!"
Jiang Jiahao nodded, put the dagger into the scabbard, and said with a smile: "What's the problem? I'm still using it to stab people, shouldn't I just stick it in a barbecue and use it as a bamboo stick?"
The room fell into absolute silence, Mu Wanrou just stared at Jiang Jiahao sadly and said nothing.
After a long time, Mu Wanrou said quietly: "Father asked me to ask you, what is the plot behind Shenlong Island? Wei Xiaobao was bitten by a snake, was there no one to save him?"
"He gives you three days to deliver the manuscript to the Mu family villa, otherwise he will skin you!"
"Also, my father saw the battle dress you gave me and thought it looked very good. He asked you to design a suit that suits his status before my birthday party."
"If you can't do it, you won't be allowed to attend my birthday party, and I won't be allowed to come to the entertainment center for the next month, so you won't be able to see me."
Jiang Jiahao: "...What does your father mean? He's crazy!"
