"Professional Team"
In front of the Stage.
Huang Suyue lowered her head, pacing back and forth in front of the numerous empty seats. She unconsciously rubbed her hands together lightly, seeming a bit nervous.
At this time, Jinghong Theater was completely empty. All the Audience members had left one after another, and only Huang Suyue, who was Chen Ling's "boss", still remained Off Stage.
"Miss Huang, please wait a moment. Our Mister will be out right away." Kong Baosheng said respectfully.
Kong Baosheng absolutely didn't dare to drive her away. He even brewed a new cup of tea and spoke very politely. After all, this was Mister Lin's direct superior. If she was displeased, Mister Lin would be the one to suffer!
"It's fine, it's fine. No rush." Huang Suyue took the tea with both hands and curiously sized up this teenager. "How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen."
"At fifteen, you're supporting such a big Theater House all by yourself? Where are the adults in your family?"
Looking at the sweat on Kong Baosheng's forehead, and the worn-out shirt he had scavenged from who knows where, a hint of pity flashed in Huang Suyue's eyes. She exchanged a glance with Uncle Quan behind her,
"Actually, there's a charity fund under my name. With your situation, you can absolutely receive a subsidy. When I go back, I'll register for you. The first subsidy should arrive very soon. Although it's not much, basic food and clothing shouldn't be a problem..."
Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment. He carefully looked at the yellow-clad girl in front of him, as if looking at some extremely rare species.
Charity fund... These four words, in the Red Dust Domain, were basically an Arabian Nights tale.
Whether it was the former five great consortiums, or those rather influential second-rate consortiums, earning money by attracting traffic was their first principle. In this era, charitable donations couldn't be used for tax evasion, and wealthy people absolutely wouldn't think of sharing their wealth with the poor. Things like charity funds seemed to exist only in stories.
"Miss Huang, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't accept the subsidy." Kong Baosheng said seriously,
"Grandmother said that we must rely on our own hands to earn money, and we can't accept money given in charity by others... Moreover, after our Mister bought the Theater House, he already advanced me a large sum of money as labor compensation. My life is quite well-off. At least I don't have to worry about food and drink, and I can afford medicine."
After speaking, Kong Baosheng suddenly realized that this girl in front of him was Mister's boss. He immediately pretended to casually add a sentence:
"Um... In the Red Dust Domain, there really aren't many people as kind-hearted and talented as our Mister."
Huang Suyue looked deeply in the direction of the backstage and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
To think that the Special Envoy not only clearly distinguished gratitude and grievances and possessed a heart for the greater good, but was also so gentle towards a child like Kong Baosheng... Having a fierce tiger in one's heart but stopping to smell the roses, this must refer to a person like the Special Envoy, right?
Uncle Quan at the side looked at Huang Suyue's dazed gaze, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. After hesitating to speak, he let out a long, helpless sigh.
After Kong Baosheng finished wiping the table, he didn't rest for a moment. He directly hugged the Fruit Platter left over by the guests and ran towards the Kitchen. The sound of rushing water immediately followed. In the empty hall, only Huang Suyue and the other were left.
At the same time, a figure in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly walked out from behind the Stage.
Seeing that red-clad figure, Huang Suyue's eyes lit up, and Uncle Quan also immediately stood up, speaking respectfully:
"Greetings, Special Envoy."
"Mhm. Why are you guys here?"
"Yesterday at the birthday banquet, we saw you being forced by that Li Hanxiang to perform On Stage, and we felt it was inappropriate." Huang Suyue said seriously,
"After all, you are the honorable Special Envoy, concerning yourself with the grand view of the domains. You can't always be dragged down by this kind of scumbag... Moreover, your reputation is now widespread. I'm afraid this kind of trouble will only increase in the future.
Therefore, I specially brought our Huang Consortium's most professional management team to serve you. I guarantee that there won't be similar situations in the future, and we won't let those messy things take up your time."
As Huang Suyue spoke, four or five men and women in Suits and leather shoes walked in from outside the Theater House. They lined up behind her, a sense of elite oppression sweeping over.
Looking at this scene, Chen Ling's eyes were full of surprise.
He had to say, Huang Suyue was really too meticulous in her work. He was also worrying about this matter this morning, and Huang Suyue not only anticipated the situations that might occur in advance, but also prepared a response plan in an extremely short time. She resolutely pulled over the Huang Consortium's top-tier management team, making it clear that she wanted to use the Huang Consortium's influence in the entertainment circle to escort him.
"You're very thoughtful." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "However, you should take these people away... I don't need them for the time being."
Huang Suyue was stunned, "You don't need them? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Chen Ling glanced at the Stage behind him. Three figures were slowly walking out from the darkness.
One wearing a black jacket and a wolf-tail haircut, looking extremely unfriendly; one two meters tall, wearing a long black overcoat, deep-set eye sockets carrying a mysterious sense of oppression; one with hands in his pockets, smiling and looking around, his snake-like eyes revealing an indescribable madness.
[Six of Spades], Jack of Clubs, 9 of Hearts;
The three just stood there behind Chen Ling, practically writing the words "do not mess with" on their faces. Their aura directly scared the management team behind Huang Suyue silly. They looked at each other blankly and unconsciously took a half-step back.
[Six of Hearts], draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, hooked his lips into a deadly arc, raised his hands, and said leisurely:
"I already have a... 'professional team' that can help me solve troubles."
Solve the troubles,
Or,
Solve the people causing the troubles.
Huang Suyue and Uncle Quan looked at Chen Ling and the three "managers" behind him, frozen in place for a moment. No matter how one looked at it, the attire and appearance of these three didn't seem like professional managers at all, but rather like thugs pulled off the street... Especially Uncle Quan, who looked at the three with a weird expression and seemed to want to say something to dissuade him, but Huang Suyue silently pinched him.
Uncle Quan immediately understood and silently closed his mouth.
Huang Suyue waved her hand, signaling the management team to return to the car first. When they had completely walked far away, she finally said:
"Since the Special Envoy already has candidates, then I'll let them go back first... If there are any other places where you can use me and the Huang Consortium, please contact me anytime."
After speaking, Huang Suyue bowed deeply to Chen Ling, then lifted her long dress skirt and walked out of the Theater House.
Just then, Chen Ling's voice sounded again:
"Wait."
Huang Suyue turned her head in confusion.
Chen Ling stood in front of the Stage, smiled slightly, and said:
"Speaking of which... there really is a matter I need Miss Huang's help with."