Chapter 198 I Don’t Want It

However, the audience's appetite was whetted by the performances of Yongyi Performance Troupe, and they could not stand such a show that was only in form but not in spirit. After several attempts, those performance troupes gave up and continued to complete the performance and tour tasks assigned by the superiors in an orderly manner. Without any extra income, they could only look at the Yongyi Performance Troupe covered with layers of gold with envy and hatred.

Their thinking and appreciation level are imprisoned by the times and cannot be broken through in a short period of time. But An Zhixia can do it. Adding different elements to the same story becomes another story, and as long as it is used properly, it can even surpass the original story.

Thinking of this, An Zhixia dug out all the previous programs and started to change the soup. The impact of piracy on genuine products is so great that it is unimaginable, like a bursting dam, which can disperse the advantages of Yongyi Performance Troupe in a very short time.

She squinted her eyes and smiled like a fox. She did sell the program, but that didn't mean she couldn't create one of the same type. Besides, she had been in the circle for more than ten years, and her makeup skills, which were comparable to face-changing, were no joke. With so many cosmetics in the supermarket and a few fake certificates from Jing Xiaosheng, she would be able to submit works under multiple identities without being noticed by the Yongyi Performance Troupe.

An Zhixia is a man of action. He rushed to produce three programs of the same type. During his lunch break, he rode his bike to Zhaoyang District and randomly found a few mailboxes to post his letters. The recipient addresses corresponded to the guard rooms of several large factories with thousands of employees.

In order to get the job done cheaply, she spent a lot of money to get all the personnel information on record from Jing Xiaosheng, and then scanned it into the computer in hang-up mode, which was automatically recognized as text mode. From then on, if she knew a person's name and it was recorded in the information, she only needed to enter it to query it.

The 18th came quickly, and she went home from get off work early, changed into a black high-end sweater, straight pants, a houndstooth tweed coat, put on light peach blossom makeup, combed her hair into a Hepburn style, carried a turmeric crocodile leather handbag, and wore five-centimeter high heels.

This kind of dress is neither out of the ordinary nor too noble.

An Zhiqiu sent her to the East District Supply and Marketing Cooperative headquarters, and worriedly confirmed over and over again: "Don't you need me to follow you? Your sister-in-law and I are worried about you being alone so late at night."

An Zhixia smiled, raised her foot and showed off her pointed weapon, saying, "Brother, we train every day, don't you know how strong I am? Ordinary men can't do anything to me. Besides, the public security is good now, and there are patrols everywhere. I can just shout and any bad guy will be scared away.

If it doesn't work, I can take off my shoes and beat him to a pulp. Oh, by the way," she said as she lowered her head and took out a mini spray from her bag, "I also prepared pepper spray. I'm sure it will leave a deep impression on him and he won't dare to mess with women again!"

He glared at the girl and said, "No matter how powerful you are, I still don't trust you."

"Comrade An," a black vintage car drove out of the headquarters and rolled down its window as it passed by them. Minister Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, after the calligraphy and painting exhibition, I'll have the driver take Comrade An to the entrance of your alley."

Next to him sat a beautiful young lady wearing burgundy tweed and pigtails. She leaned towards the window, her moist eyes looking at the extremely good-looking brother and sister, but before she could admire them enough, she was pushed back by the man.

She could only frown and say loudly: "Comrade An, don't worry, I'm following you, and I will never let anyone bully Sister Zhixia!"

"Why is everything your business?" Minister Li rubbed his brows and said helplessly.

"Sister Zhixia, come up quickly," the woman snorted, ignoring him and continued to call out excitedly, "I've heard Hong Yinpen talk about you many times, and now I finally see you in person. You're really as beautiful as a fairy, and more importantly, you have a useful little head."

After hearing this, An Zhiqiu felt relieved. If he guessed correctly, the Li couple were the noble people that Brother Hong mentioned?

An Zhixia sat in the passenger seat and waved goodbye to her brother.

"Sister Zhixia, my name is Mao Manxi, you can just call me Sister Manman, and this is my husband, Li Hanqian." The woman pushed her man aside, leaned over the passenger seat and said with a smile.

"Sit tight. When the car brakes, you'll be thrown out and disfigured. I don't want that," Li Hanqian gritted his teeth and grabbed the woman's braid.

"Ah," he didn't use much force, but the woman still exclaimed and sat back obediently. She glared at him and stroked her hair carefully: "I asked my aunt to braid it for me, and it became frizzy when I pulled it. If those nosy women see it, won't they laugh at me for the whole spring?"

As she spoke, she looked at An Zhixia's hair with envy: "Zhixia, your hairstyle is so beautiful, like a foreign princess in the movie. And what did you put on your face? How come it is so delicate and smooth? And that's not blush on your eyes, right?"

"Shut up," Li Hanqian was annoyed by the woman's idiotic behavior. "Mao Manxi, you are a famous lady in Kyoto, can't you be more knowledgeable and steady, and live up to your title of a girl from the Mao family?"

Mao Manxi snorted, "Who can't pretend? You pretend, and I pretend too, so we're pretending together. My handsome, gentle and considerate husband turns out to be no different from other second-generation masters. So why should I pretend? Can I change my husband?"

An Zhixia heard the sound of Li Hanqian grinding his teeth and couldn't help but laugh out loud while shaking her shoulders.

"I won't argue with you!"

"It's like I'm just like you," Mao Manxi hummed, but she sat upright, her face still excited: "Zhixia, all men in the world are equally black, don't be surprised. When you came, it was close to the end of the year, I was busy with classes, and various dinners were one after another, so I didn't have time to receive you.

This guy likes to put on airs, so he definitely didn't tell you that he knew Hong Yinpen, right?"

"No, Minister Li is a nice person. If he hadn't spoken for our supply and marketing cooperative a few years ago, Dongfeng Shili might have closed down," An Zhixia said with a chuckle.

"You've done a good deed," Mao Manxi patted the man's head and continued, "Zhixia, did you bring any delicious food from Jiangzhou?"

"Mao Manxi, that's enough. The fat on your waist is so thick that it can float to the water. Why are you still thinking about food all day long?" Li Hanqian was a little crazy when he saw that his little wife actually asked for food directly from others.

"I think Sister Manman is pretty good," An Zhixia said with a smile.

Eyes are the windows to the soul. Mao Manxi's eyes are clean and clear, and she is a darling who has never tasted the sufferings of the world. The couple can play with each other like children, which shows that Li Hanqian is also very indulgent and loves her.

"When my brother and I came here, my sister-in-law and her family stuffed us with several sacks of food. When they came to see my sister-in-law off a few days ago, they brought a lot more. If the three of us were to eat, it would last us a year.

If Sister Manman doesn't mind, I'll send you a sack later."

(End of this chapter)