mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 758 Entering the Backstage
"Actually, when I saw the concert tickets, I didn't feel much excitement in my heart, and even felt rather boring." The little girl smiled and said, "The reason why I acted very happy is because Xiao Feng My brother still remembers it.

In fact, I'm very annoyed by the kind of people who follow stars and chase themselves to a low level.

Celebrity, to put it bluntly, I am willing to spend money to support you, you are a star, and you can have value.

If one day I stop praising you, who are you and what does it matter to me? "

This insight directly surprised Xiao Feng and others.

No one thought that the little girl could see so clearly at such a young age.

Lu Yao chuckled lightly and said, "I saw that you saved a lot of Chai Yanna's songs in your mobile phone, so I thought you were her die-hard fan."

"Songs are songs, people are people." The little girl said seriously: "I like listening to her songs because a certain melody or a certain line of the song touched me, that's all.

As for her personal character and personal morality in private, it's not something I should care about at all.

She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt her.

So, these things have no effect on me. "

Xiao Feng rubbed the little girl's head, his eyes were full of relief.

This girl has really grown up a lot.

As a result, as soon as he finished feeling in his heart, he heard Wang Lubo who was driving not far away exclaimed: "Damn!"

Feeling puzzled, Xiao Feng called everyone to follow and walked towards Wang Lubo.

However, when they saw the situation inside the car, everyone was stunned.

In the commercial vehicle, one very important thing is missing in front of the driver, and that is... the steering wheel.

And on the driver's seat, there was a note, picked it up and looked at it, and saw a line of beautiful characters written on it: Take care of your salty pig hands!
Xiao Feng was stunned, and then remembered that at the entrance of the VIP passage, when Wang Lubo helped the female thief pick up the fluorescent stick, he touched the back of the other's hand a few times.

Therefore, the female thief held a grudge because of this, and opened the car door with superb theft methods.

Then... steal the steering wheel?
"Call the police! You must call the police!" Wang Lubo said angrily, "I've never seen such a vicious and smoky person!"

"It doesn't make much sense." Zhao Guoan shook his head and said, "Aside from other things, can you open the car door without damage to the car without the car key?"

"You mean the police may not believe it?" Wang Lubo pointed upwards diagonally: "There are cameras here."

"Then go and adjust the surveillance to see if you can lock the suspect." Zhao Guoan shrugged, as if you were taking it easy.

Wang Lubo looked at Xiao Feng, asked for advice, "Brother Feng, what do you think?"

Xiao Feng stroked his chin and said: "Although Lao Zhao is usually indifferent, what he said just now is still reasonable.

Calling the police is really pointless. "

"If you make it clear, why am I not on four or six?" Zhao Guoan said dissatisfied.

Xiao Feng ignored him, just thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.

Such a skilled thief has been busy for a long time, just to steal a concert ticket and a steering wheel?

This seems a little unreasonable.

"Shall we take a taxi back?" Lu Yao asked.

Wang Lubo waved his hand and said depressedly: "No, I'll transfer two more cars."

While waiting for the bus, Xiao Feng casually asked: "Bo Tsai, is there a way to get into the backstage of their performance?"

"That's simple, but Brother Feng, why are you going backstage?" Wang Lubo asked puzzled.

"Ask for money."

"Want money?" Wang Lubo looked puzzled: "Who do you want money from?"

"The horse flute croaks."

"Pfft! Hahahahaha!" Wang Lubo was immediately amused: "There are people called sweet potatoes? What an unlucky name."

Zhao Guoan interjected: "The name is unlucky, but the person is not necessarily unlucky. Old Wang, you have a good name, but you can't stand up to the steering wheel being stolen."

"..." Wang Lubo.

He suddenly had a very familiar feeling, remembering that when he first met Xiao Feng, he was bullied like this all day long.

In fact, during this period of time between Zhao Guoan and Xiao Feng, they didn't learn any other skills, but when they made complaints, they really came out of their mouths.

Lipstick kung fu has been raised to another level!
"Old Xiao, who is the horse flute?" Zhao Guoan asked.

Xiao Feng said calmly: "It's the one who acted exaggeratedly before, couldn't hear what he sang, screamed like a madman, and finally fell directly on the stage."

"He owes you money?"

"Is there a need to ask?" Xiao Feng asked back: "If he doesn't owe me money, can I ask him for it?"

Zhao Guoan pondered for a while: "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"You think you should stop talking." Xiao Feng blurted out.

"..." Zhao Guoan.

At this time, Wang Lubo came over, holding a work permit in his hand.

"Brother Feng, it's done. You can enter the backstage activities with this."

Xiao Feng nodded, took the work card and put it on his neck.

In fact, it was extremely easy for him to sneak into the backstage without a sound, as simple as eating and drinking.

However, Xiao Feng has never done anything unknown.

It was Ma Digua who owed him money, not himself who owed him money.

When will creditors need to be sneaky to collect debts?
"You guys wait here for the car. If the car arrives and I haven't come out yet, then go back first, and then I will take a taxi by myself." Xiao Feng confessed.

This time, he walked through the passage of the staff.

The passage leads directly to the backstage, and many people can be seen busy along the way.

Makeup, costumes, lighting, sound and other teams are all on standby, as if they are always ready to meet emergencies.

After roughly counting, Xiao Feng reckoned that there must be at least five or six hundred people in the backstage.

These crowds worked together to keep Chai Yanna glamorous on the stage.

After all, personal power is often very limited.

At this moment, a hand was placed on Xiao Feng's shoulder: "Are you okay?"

The tone sounded dissatisfied, as if the contractor found out that his subordinates were lazy and did not work.

Xiao Feng turned his head, and what he saw was a middle-aged man who was wearing a famous brand. He also had a work card around his neck, but the color was different from most people.

The border and the cord around the neck are not blue but yellow.

"That's right, I'm a fan of Ma Digua, and I want to ask him to sign an autograph and take a photo together." Xiao Feng said without changing his expression.

With so many people in the backstage, it's impossible for the other party to be familiar with everyone, so there's no need to worry about being misleading.

What's more, even if it's a mess, a phone call to Bozai will solve it.

"If you want to sign a group photo, you have to sign a group photo?" The man reprimanded, "You still want to be president, do you think it is possible?"

"Oh..." Xiao Feng sighed, and said, "Do you know what you just said?"

The man was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "What does it mean?"

"It means, get a good night's sleep."

When the words settled down, what the man saw was a fist that filled his eyes.

(End of this chapter)