Everyone looked at each other, at a loss. Only Bao Guowei was calm and confident, looking confident.
After Adjutant Hua left for a long time, the silence slowly slipped away from the hall, and the sound of Qieqiechacha slowly spread from the corner.
"Oh no! What did the storyteller do? Was he taken away by the security guards?"
"Security office?"
"That's right! It's the people from Marshal Yuan's side!"
"Hey, Marshal Yuan! Did Marshal Yuan come to the theater to watch a show today? Why didn't you see him?"
"Look what you said, Marshal Yuan only went to the upper hall to sing operas for Marshal Yuan. They are all from a well-known theater troupe in Jingkou!"
"Hey! Then why did the little storyteller offend Marshal Yuan just now?"
"I don't know what happened? That's a disaster. I heard that Marshal Yuan is very aggressive and resolute. It seems that this young storyteller is also not simple?"
The more the man spoke, the lower his voice became, as if he was afraid that others might overhear his remarks and spread them to the commander's ears, which would bring disaster to him.
Some people have heard of Marshal Yuan, but there are also people who have not heard of Marshal Yuan, and some who have heard of Marshal Yuan are not afraid.
In short, the dissatisfaction began to spread, became more and more noisy, and suddenly exploded.
Everyone immediately fell into an uproar. Everyone had come to listen to the book, and now they listened well. The storyteller was arrested, and the person arrested was a young man with no strength. Naturally, they No.
A few bold ones, who usually wander around the society, clamored to call the boss over.
After a while, there was a lot of commotion here, and there was some friction between the pushing and shoving. Seeing this, Bao Guowei hurriedly held Yuan Jinshu in his arms.
Yuan Jinshu was slightly angry when Bao Guowei pulled him like this. He was about to push him away when he turned his head and saw two big men, very vicious, looking at him with straight eyes and evil intentions.
"Don't move! It's too messy here..."
Bao Guowei whispered in her ear, and his hot breath was spit heavily on her ear.
It made her ears turn red.
"You..." Yuan Jinshu muttered, but still let Bao Guowei hug him tightly.
Bao Guowei felt the same as Ming Jing. Many of these people were robbers and thieves. Although their clothes were clean, their hands and feet were not. They liked this kind of chaotic scene the most.
If the original brocade book is not protected, it is inevitable that some people will take advantage of the chaos and take advantage of it.
After such a commotion, the steward finally arrived and finally stabilized the situation.
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Wing room.
"Commander, I brought you the man!"
There was only a "bang" sound, and the door opened. Adjutant Hua walked in first. Then with a wave of his hand, two or three big soldiers carried Li Yaohui through the door.
Yuan Pingxu was sitting on the sofa at this time, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. When he saw the rude Adjutant Hua, he frowned and scolded unhappily: "Adjutant Hua, what do you mean? I called you Invite people here, you have guns in your arms and hold their hands up, is this what you should do when inviting people?!"
Adjutant Hua's eyes were as wide as bells.
"Ah? Marshal...you didn't say you didn't want to invite me like this..."
"Didn't I say the word "please"? Didn't I mean to invite people over?"
Adjutant Hua was at a loss for words, what was going on with Marshal Yuan, a storyteller and an actor, he really wanted to invite him here?
He couldn't help but whisper: "This is not how you invited people before..."
"Damn it, what do you mean!" Yuan Pingxu threw the tea bowl in his hand.
Adjutant Hua panicked as soon as he heard this, as if he could shrink his bones, and his whole body seemed to be shorter, like a deflated rubber ball.
He had just become an adjutant not long ago, but he knew the fate of his previous adjutant...
Even though he was relying on the Marshal's absence outside, he was just the Marshal, and he was prosperous, but in front of the former Marshal, he was afraid of making the former Marshal a little angry or angry.
He quickly waved his hand, signaling his men to put the person down quickly.
"Commander, calm down, calm down!" As he said this, Adjutant Hua bowed to the commander.
Adjutant Hua bowed to Yuan Pingxu, and then bowed to Li Yaohui with a flattering smile on his face, "You have a blind eye, and I have offended you!"
Yuan Pingxu took back the dropped tea bowl and said, "Okay, look at your virtue!"
"Haha." After hearing this, Adjutant Hua coughed and laughed awkwardly, standing aside and waiting, but his back was stiffened again.
"May I have your name?"
Yuan Pingxu asked, pointing at Li Yaohui.
Li Yaohui, who had been standing there silently, finally spoke at this time.
"Li Yaohui."
"Where are you from?"
"A native of Wusu City, Bianshui Township."
Yuan Pingxu nodded, a little disappointed. It was strange that such a talented person could come out of this poor and remote place in Shuixiang Town.
He originally thought that Li Yaohui should be from Jingkou, because Jingkou is rich and prosperous, so popular culture is extremely popular and the entertainment industry is developed.
Martial arts novels such as "The Legend of Jianghu" and romance novels such as "The Golden Family" all originated from there.
"You're good at reading books. What's the name of the story you just told?"
"The force breaks the sky."
"You wrote it?"
Li Yaohui replied: "I didn't write it."
"Isn't it written by you? I can tell you that I have read almost all the serialized novels in major newspapers and periodicals across the country, and I don't know how many storytellers I have heard of. How come I haven't heard of the name Wu Po Cang Qiong?"
"Hmm..." Li Yaohui was speechless for a moment.
After all, he was still a child of seventeen or eighteen years old. In front of someone like Yuan Pingxu who had survived a gunshot, he was a little nervous, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Then he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Wu Po Cang Qiong was written by another master, and he asked me to tell stories in the theater."
"Oh?" Yuan Pingxu suddenly became interested, "Who is it?"
"Bao Guowei."
"Who is Bao Guowei? He didn't publish such a good story in newspapers and periodicals, but instead told it in a book. Why?" Yuan Pingxu wondered.
"Bao Guowei said that he wants to see you! He is sure that you will like Wu Po Cang Qiong, Marshal. Also, Mr. Bao is talented and has fantastic ideas. Wu Po Cang Qiong is just one of them. According to the story in the book If so, this is nothing more than a certificate of nomination." Li Yaohui explained.
Yuan Pingxu lay in the chair, "Vote for a certificate of honor? Does he want to see me or seek refuge with me?"
Li Yaohui was sweating violently, his legs and feet were a little weak, and he did not answer.
When Adjutant Hua saw this, he kicked Li Yaohui right on the buttocks. Li Yaohui felt the pain but did not say a word and remained standing.
"What the hell, you guys are so literate and so verbose. What's the difference between you and a little bitch?!" Adjutant Hua scolded unhappily.
"Adjutant Hua! Figure out whose fucking territory this is!" Before Adjutant Hua could say the second sentence, Yuan Pingxu shouted to stop.
