Chapter 120 Crow's Mouth! Is this all Chinese culture is?

The staff in charge of the venue said awkwardly: "The pillar is sick..."

Minister Ding of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was so angry that he clenched his fist and hit his thigh: "I know something big has happened just by looking at my crow mouth."

The problem is that it was suspended midway. Where has the magnanimity of our great country gone?

The concert was over and the show ended, but how bad was the reputation of China?

If he hadn't been overly excited today, the negligence on the part of the art troupe would have definitely been nipped in the bud.

Even if it is not completely eliminated, timely blocking can minimize the damage.

Is there any way to save him in the short term?

Of course there is no one left. Who else can perform here?

As for the foreigners, they were obviously unable to sit still. They stood up one by one, with their hands in their pockets, and their expressions were arrogant and casual.

"It's boring! It's really boring!"

"I overestimated China's hospitality. It turns out it's just this bad."

"It's not nice! It's just not nice! I won't listen to it even if it's free! Low!"

"How did you find this person? I asked you how you found this person? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't stand this! My ears must be hurt after spending this afternoon, right?"

"My family is engaged in civil engineering and stonework. Let me give you China a few words: shit! Stone is stone!"

"You make me sick! You really make me sick!"

A group of M people were as happy as ducks, laughing quack-quack-quack-quack.

Si Moli clenched her fists, and she walked forward alone to argue with the group of M people.

But no one paid any attention to her.

Jiang Zhizhi is not here right now, and the yellow monkeys have started to become the kings of the mountain!!!

Si Moli thought to herself that this was not good.

Meng Qiancheng and Meng Sijin decisively walked over to the big brother's countrymen and soothed the emotions of their foreign friends.

Batu, Bat, and Bafia gradually came to their senses and were a little confused.

How did you get here?

Oh oh oh, I’m here to watch the show.

But what about the show?

Why did they change the program at the last minute? This action? This expression? Has it turned into a stepmother talk show?

Meng Qiancheng: “….”

Meng Sijin: “!!!”

The people in the audience were all very angry.

But with such a big commotion, Qi Miao on the stage suddenly panicked. Beads of sweat the size of beans popped out on his forehead and his hair stood up.

The song at the end was so thrilling, even more powerful than Meng Qiancheng's tongue-playing.

Wang Ying was so angry that she dared not say a word. She felt powerless in her heart, and felt that what happened today was completely beyond their expectations.

She is obviously very confident in herself!

But I never thought that there are mountains outside the mountains and people outside the people!

Xue Shanshan, with shaking legs, almost forgot the lyrics. She sang for a long time, and the audience was all scolding them?!

Xue Shanshan's eyes turned red and her face flushed. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to shrink her head and didn't want to be seen by anyone.

After the three of them finished singing, they stood on the stage blankly, waiting for the audience's applause.

But it caused even greater laughter.

At this moment, the Americans are deliberately looking for trouble. Who made China slaughter them so badly in the afternoon?

Who made them be targeted by China so madly that they would not stop fighting even if the price was bargained down?

Now that there is such a good opportunity to vent, who the hell wouldn't take a few steps?

Wow, this is so fun.

"Finally it stopped! My ears!"

"You sang very well. Don't sing it next time."

"So earthy!"

"I really can't stand how backward you Chinese are. If I had known, I would have ordered 100 CDs for you to take back and listen to. What is the god-level singing voice of the M country?"

At this moment, a deadly suona sound came from the door!

The rhythm is rhythmic and powerful!

At this moment, the whole venue exploded.

The cursing and laughing sounds at the scene were all covered by the loud sound of the suona!

They even come sweeping in with overwhelming momentum like a mighty army, overwhelming the entire place!

Everyone present looked towards the door and saw a little girl holding a suona in both hands, playing it wildly and wantonly!

The warm sunlight outside fell on her, creating layers of halos of light. The autumn breeze blew gently, and the little girl's soft black hair scattered around her cheeks fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were shockingly bright.

Behind her there were two men with sturdy bodies and their raised arms with tight and taut muscles. "Boom, boom, boom..." the sound of drums resounding through the sky struck heavily in everyone's hearts.