I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 154: Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha (please subscribe)

“Master, what should we do now?”

Wen Cai believed it and felt uneasy.

Uncle Jiu said seriously: "Give me the banknote in your hand."

Wencai was slightly startled, but his hand reacted faster than his brain, and he handed over the banknote directly.

Uncle Jiu caught the banknote and looked at Qiu Sheng: "And you."

Qiu Sheng subconsciously took a step back and said with a dry smile: "Master, please tell me first. I can just hold the banknotes myself."

"Give it to me first, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain to you." Uncle Jiu insisted.

Wen Cai also came back to his senses at this time and felt that something was not right. In line with the principle of brothers sharing difficulties, he persuaded: "Hand it over first, Qiu Sheng. Compared with chasing stars, I think it is more important to practice Taoism." ”

 Idiot!

Qiu was angry and heartbroken, but after all that was said, how could he have any reason not to hand it over?

"Master, you have to return it to me after you finish speaking." Qiu Sheng said seriously as he reluctantly handed over the banknote.

"Back to you?"

Uncle Jiu had a free hand to catch the banknote: "Don't think about it, it's impossible. You two go to the lobby right now, sit in front of the statue of the Patriarch, and copy the meditation talisman until you can really calm down."

The expressions of the two apprentices fell instantly. Qiu Sheng tried to argue: "Master, no matter what, this is our heartfelt wish for the Lan family..."

"I know." Uncle Jiu nodded: "Don't worry, I will find someone to help you convey this heartfelt message to everyone Lan."

ˆ Qiu Sheng: “…”

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you go quickly?" Seeing that the two of them couldn't move their legs and just looked at him eagerly, Uncle Jiu scolded him with an angry look.

If Qin Yao hadn't been here, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai would have dared to fight for it, at least to take off the banknotes on the banknotes.

 But now Qin Yao is watching here. Based on his filial piety towards his master, if the two of them dare to be "disrespectful", they will definitely be beaten severely.

 Is money or life more important?

This does not seem to be a multiple-choice question!

"Qin Yao, do you know Mr. Lan?" Uncle Jiu smiled secretly as he watched the two apprentices lower their heads and shrug their shoulders, walking into the hall with three glances.

“I don’t know him, let alone understand him. It feels like he just appeared out of nowhere.” Qin Yao said sincerely.

 He is a good person who has watched the original movie.

 If you talk about knowing and understanding at this time, you will definitely end up with the same fate as Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

“It’s easy if you don’t know each other.” Uncle Jiu muttered softly and pushed both banknotes into Qin Yao’s arms.

“Take these two banknotes and come with me.”

 Chin Yao: “…”

It’s true that he doesn’t want to copy the meditation mantra, but he also doesn’t want to see Lan Guifang!

No matter how famous this woman is in the movie or even in reality, Boss Qin has no idea about her.

  After all... In this turbulent era of warlord warfare, those who can become famous are basically insulated from the four words "Bingqingyujie".

 “Let’s go, what are you doing standing still?” Uncle Jiu waved.

 Qin Yao exhaled a breath of turbidity.

 Another day when we are forced to open for business!

 …

“Wencai, have you calmed down?”

 In the lobby, at the long table in front of the statue of the ancestor.

Qiu Sheng, who had drawn the meditation mantra more than thirty times, became more and more irritated as he drew it. He couldn't help turning his head and asked.

"No, I feel sorry for my six hundred and sixty-six yuan." Wencai sighed as his cheeks were as wrinkled as a bitter melon. "What kind of money are you worried about? With your current income, what about six hundred yuan are you missing?" Qiu Sheng said speechlessly: "The most important thing now is that if we miss the opportunity to meet Lan Guifang today, we may not be able to meet Lan Guifang in the future." Can’t see you anymore.”

 “But Master said…”

“Don’t you know that Master is also a fan of Lan Guifang?”

 Wencai: “???”

 In the evening of that day.

 Fucheng Red Hall.

The Coliseum, which can accommodate 3,200 people, was packed with seats, the crowd was buzzing, and the eyes were so hot that they were almost fanatical. As the lights converged on the flower-studded stage, they were silently waiting for the legendary star to come on stage.

 “Master Lan.” Backstage at the Hong Kong Coliseum, a middle-aged man in a long gown knocked on the door of the dressing room and said with his hands raised.

"Boss Zhu." Lan Guifang, who was sitting in front of a silver mirror and letting the makeup artist apply the makeup, stood up immediately. While respecting the other person, she showed a good education.

With a smile on his face, Zhu An looked up at the other party's delicate face with picturesque features: "Master Lan, I'm really sorry to disturb you when you are about to take the stage."

 Lan Guifang smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter... I know that there must be important and urgent matters when Boss Zhu comes to see me at this time."

Zhu An was applauded from the bottom of his heart.

He is indeed a famous person. Not only is he great at singing, but he also understands the principle of combining strength and softness in his dealings with others.

"That's what you said." Zhu An confirmed the other party first, and then began to shift the blame: "That's it, the big boss of Chenghuang Department Store came with his master and wants to give you two banknotes in advance."

 “A gift card?” Lan Guifang was slightly startled and said in surprise: “He is my fan?”

Ju An shook his head and said with a strange expression: "No. His master is your fan."

 Lan Guifang: “???”

 …

 In a blink of an eye, two hours later.

After singing the last song, Lan Guifang, who was shining brightly on the stage, stood in front of the loudspeaker that was as tall as one person. With the bright light on the stage, he looked at the two positions in the first row: "Encore (Encore) ) After singing the song, I really can’t sing anymore. Finally, how about chatting with everyone? ”

"Okay..." The voices of more than 2,000 people gathered together, roaring like drums, breaking through the roof, making all the sensitive audiences present excited.

Lan Guifang smiled lightly, like the gentle wind in the mountains, which easily calmed down the extremely excited emotions of many people, causing the shouts in the audience to gradually become silent.

"Senior brother, do you think it is possible for us to marry a woman like Sister Fang in this life?" Wen Cai turned to Qiu Sheng from the two seats in front of him and asked.

"I still have the possibility that you will basically be sentenced to death." Qiu Sheng said without hesitation: "After all, although money can buy women, women of Sister Fang's level will not be short of money."

 Literary talent: “…”

 Why do you feel that in his eyes, you have nothing but money?

"first…"

At this time, Lan Guifang, who was in the center of the stage, leaned her face in front of the circular loudspeaker and said with a smile: "Thank you, Boss Zhu Anzhu, for inviting me to come to the Coliseum for a concert. Without his three visits to the thatched cottage, I and you may not be here today." I have the opportunity to meet. Secondly, I would like to thank Boss Qin of the department store and Master Lin Jiu for the banknotes. I am very happy to have such an outstanding person like me.”

Hearing this, Liu and Xu, the audience in the front row, were suddenly stunned.

 Boss Qin…

 Master Lin Jiu…

 Banknotes…

Depend on!

 A good trick is to secretly deceive Chencang and borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha.

 (End of this chapter)