The door of the dining room was opened, and everyone's eyes were focused on the door!
Mr. Bao specifically asked someone to lower the air conditioning in the private room by a few degrees, and then looked at the person who walked in from outside with pride.
However, the person who came in was not Wen Xi in a gorgeous robe, but a tall "fortune teller" with a black hat, wearing the same long gown as the male waiter in the store.
The crowd who were originally waiting to watch the show stared at the suona in the hands of the "fortune teller" in disbelief.
"Oh my god, where did this fortune-teller come from?"
"It looks like the accompaniment of the village opera troupe."
"Is this the signature performance of this Chinese restaurant?"
Yu Jinke stared at the fortune teller's fair face, a little suspicious: "Master, have you come to the wrong place?"
Wen Xi made a dazzling appearance, revealing a mysterious smile: "No, I just changed my clothes specially to sing a song for Mr. Bao."
"Didn't you ask me to change my clothes?"
Yu Jinke originally thought that this girl had compromised because of her wilful look just now, but it turned out that she was planning a big move!
Who's backing Wen Xi? So awesome? Isn't she just an orphan? Did she find her billionaire parents?
Jing Lianzhen, who was originally worried, laughed out loud when she saw Wen Xi's funny outfit. It seemed that she didn't have to worry anymore.
Gu Qisheng, who had been concentrating on his meal, saw the suona in Wen Xi's hand and his eyes lit up: "Boss Xi, are you going to perform a suona performance?"
"You all performed, and I haven't performed as well as—"
The African drum props used as decoration in Gu Qisheng's restaurant: "It's too monotonous for you to perform by yourself playing the suona. Let me play the drums to keep the beat for you!"
Wen Xi naturally welcomed the idea of having someone to accompany him: "Sure!"
Yu Jinke immediately stopped Gu Qisheng and said, "No, why are you joining in the fun?"
Gu Qisheng returned the words Yu Jinke had said to Wen Xi earlier: "The other guests have all performed, so it would be unreasonable for me not to perform, right?"
"Why not just pack up and go on stage together?"
So, after a while, another "member of the troupe" wearing a long gown appeared in the private room.
Gu Qisheng held the drum and pulled a stool to sit next to Wen Xi.
As a master at showing off, the sunglasses he carries with him come in handy.
Two people, one standing and one sitting, a suona and a drum, plus the ancient style of the Chinese restaurant, the atmosphere is already here.
Mr. Bao was so confused that he was incoherent. This was not what he had imagined! Wasn't it a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam and twisting her body while singing?
"You, aren't you singing?"
"You want to perform the suona?"
Wen Xi shook his long sleeves and said, "Yes, this is my first suona performance. It's for CCTV."
"But since our respected investors have spoken, then—"
Wen Xi's voice suddenly rose: "A song of 'The Funeral' for our distinguished guest, Mr. Bao!"
"Come!
“3, 2, 1——”
"play music!"
The sonorous and powerful sound of the suona resounded throughout the private room, instantly perking up the drunk people.
Gu Qisheng stepped to the beat of the drums, and the private room became even more lively!
As soon as the suona sounded and the drums beat, the dining hall turned into a mourning hall.
Just as Wen Xi was enjoying the suona, a system notification sounded in his mind: "The host has designated someone to perform "The Grand Funeral." The gift of [Misfortune] will be delivered soon."
Wen Xi plays the suona even more happily~
Mr. Bao's face was darker than the coffin lid. He stood up and pointed at Wen Xi, cursing.
But the sound of the suona is so bright, and it can be seen that Wen Xi, who plays the suona, has a strong lung capacity.
Mr. Bao's cursing voice was completely drowned out by the "gloomy music" of "The Grand Funeral".
The two musicians cooperated well with each other and performed brilliantly, and the expressions of the audience who were forced to listen to the music were also wonderful.
We have been in the entertainment industry for so long, but this is the first time we have seen an investor ask for a performance and then send people off with a sad suona song!
Their mood could no longer be described as surprise. They felt shocked, confused and bewildered, and were a little worried about Wen Xi's mental state.
Who understands? I was bullied by the suona while having a meal!
Mr. Bao stood up and started cursing, but he found that he could not beat Wen Xi's magic sound attack at all. He left his seat and wanted to rush to Wen Xi and slap the unlucky suona out of Wen Xi's hand.
However, under the surprised gaze of everyone, Mr. Bao, who was running fast, tripped himself by stepping on his right foot with his left foot and fell to the ground.
Maybe because the floor had just been waxed, after he fell, he was carried forward a short distance by the inertia of his body and fell accurately in front of Wen Xi and saluted deeply.
Mr. Bao tried to get up by supporting his heavy body with his hands, but due to years of lack of exercise, his trembling hands gave way and he hit his forehead on the ground, kowtowed to Wen Xi.
The loud bang made everyone present open their mouths even wider. It was the first time in all his life that he saw a boss rush over and kowtow to his employees.
Wen Xi looked down at Mr. Bao with a half-smile on his face, a hint of surprise on his face, as if to say, "There's no need for such a great honor."
Her face was filled with mockery, and her arrogant look could make anyone sick.
The sound of mournful music attacked Mr. Bao's eardrums. Under the double torture of the noisy music and the rage in his heart, he could not bear it any longer and fainted on the ground with his eyes rolled back.
Yu Jinke quickly called the waiter: "Hurry, hurry, call 120!"
"Where's the assistant? Quick-acting heart pills!"
The scene was in chaos. Gu Qisheng didn't know whether he should stop or continue playing the drums for Wen Xi, but seeing that Wen Xi didn't stop, he didn't stop either.
After Yu Jinke finished instructing the waiter, he saw Wen Xi still playing the suona. He was furious: "Why are you still playing? Stop it! Everyone is about to leave!"
As a veteran of dinner parties, he has always been able to organize the party beautifully and satisfy the investors. Now he has really suffered a career Waterloo.
Wen Xi put down the suona in his hand, glanced at Mr. Bao who was fainting like a pig, walked to the table, picked up the cup of honey water that Jing Lianzhen had not poured out just now, and poured it on Mr. Bao's face with a "splash".
Yu Jinke squatted next to Mr. Bao and pinched his philtrum, and suffered the same fate.
He wiped the water droplets and tea leaves off his face and glared at Wen Xi: "What are you doing!!!"
Wen Xi pointed at Mr. Bao, who was lying on the ground with his eyes slightly opened: "Here, you're awake."
"He fell by himself. It's none of my business."
Mr. Bao, who was woken up by the splashing water, was exhausted. This time he didn't have the energy to bother Wen Xi anymore. He just felt cold all over and had auditory hallucinations.
There is always a continuous stream of sad music in my ears, which is very unlucky and torturous.
Mr. Bao lay on the ground with despair. He pulled Yu Jinke's sleeve with great effort and said weakly, "Xiao Yu, I want to go home."
"Now, immediately, right now!"
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