Chapter 204: Am I so good at Kung Fu in the eyes of others?
She walked out of the guest room and stopped Sister Fang again, "Where's my second brother?"
"The second young master went to the company. He officially resumed his duties today and held a land signing ceremony on behalf of the Liang Group."
He Sang originally wanted to give the hairpin to Sister Fang and send it back to Liang Chihui's bedroom, but he was afraid of something going wrong, so he decided to return it in person.
"Thunderstorm" was a huge success in its premiere in Hebei Province, with both box office success and good reputation. Although the limelight was focused on the veteran male and female actors sent by the Beijing People's Art Theatre, He Sang, as the supporting actress, was not afraid of the stage, had a steady stage presence, and her acting skills were also outstanding, adding a solid achievement to her personal resume.
This is a classic, truly prestigious piece of theatre, and even playing a maid was a stroke of luck. Cui Manli, unwilling to settle for a minor Qingyi role and determined to ascend to the rank of Da Qingyi, pressured her financier to invest in the rights to "Thunderstorm" and the role of Sifeng. The financier negotiated, but the People's Art Theatre refused, instead appointing a National First-Class actress for the lead role, refusing to compromise the classic. Even the maids and the old woman in the play had to be Class II actresses, effectively banishing all the leading and minor actresses at the Hebei Provincial Drama Theatre.
He Sang was able to play Sifeng, which was a great honor for his ancestors.
She was a good person, using her appearance fee to buy high-end tea and local specialties from Hebei Province as gifts for the veteran actor. The gift was inexpensive, and the gesture was humble. Giving a red envelope might not touch the heart of the person, but the actor had performed dramas his entire life, and had no shortage of fame and fortune. He Sang's thoughtful gesture actually won him favor.
Before the second round of performances the next day, the veteran actor who played Fanyi called her. The People's Art Theatre and the Hebei Provincial Drama Theater collaborate on three plays every year. The veteran actor wanted to support her and let her play the role of a maid or a young widow, with few lines but important content.
When Liang Jishen learned about it, he couldn't help but tease her, "How can you be so cunning? You cry poor to me, but you're so generous to the seniors at the People's Art Theatre."
She learned a new way to tie a tie, fumbling with it clumsily. "My salary for March was 20,000, and the dean gave me 40,000. I asked him, and it was your idea."
The man raised his chin to make it easier for her to button the buttons. "I paid the extra 20,000 out of my own pocket."
Liang Jishen had no intention of letting her know, he just wanted to make her happy. If he gave her money, she wouldn't be surprised, but if the theater gave her money, she would be overjoyed.
If she gave too much, it would seem fake. After all, she had been absent from work for half a month, and 20,000 yuan was just enough to buy her a small brand-name bag and her favorite skirt.
But He Sang was smart. He guessed the answer first and then asked the dean.
"Now you have money?"
She laughed, "Very wealthy."
Liang Jishen lowered his eyes and asked, "When will you buy the clothes you owe me?"
"next month."
He smiled and frowned, "Isn't it rich?"
"I have other plans." He Sang was concentrating.
"I'm not the first in your heart?"
Liang Jishen's neck was straight and his Adam's apple was bulging. She touched it with her index finger. The Adam's apple was sensitive and rolled more vigorously.
He Sang pinched the tip of his tie with his fingers. His chest wrapped in his shirt had a solid texture, rising and sinking with his breathing. His muscles were the most masculine and moderate among men. His abdominal groove and mermaid line were deeply intertwined, and the sexual tension and desire when he was engorged were strong. Even if He Sang had never seen the naked body of another man, he was sure that no man would be stronger and more powerful than Liang Jishen.
He walked to the mirror and looked at his tie. It was wider than a traditional bow tie and looked fatter.
He Sang snuggled up to him and asked, "Is it beautiful?"
Liang Jishen tilted his head, "Are you serious about it?"
She reached out and gently arranged it, "I learned from the video for a long time."
The bow tie wasn't pretty, but He Sang's eyes were clear and beautiful. He was defeated and said, "Beautiful."
"I'll learn one a week and tie it for you myself."
Liang Jishen touched her cheek with the back of his cool hand and said, "I'm out of town and can't pick you up from get off work."
"I know the way." He Sang leaned on his shoulder. "If you don't come, I'll be alone."
He chuckled, "Even the city gate tower is not as stubborn as you."
......
Liang Chihui worked overtime at the company all night and took a nap at dawn.
Near noon, I came out of the office building, drove out of an intersection, and parked on North-South Avenue.
After a while, a business bus drove up.
The license plate belongs to the Zhang Group. There are seven cars of the same model, assigned to seven department heads. The Land Rover is the car of Director Wang of the Finance Department.
Liang Chihui rolled down the car window and lit a cigarette.
The man walked over hurriedly. "Yesterday, I accompanied my wife to see a play, and the Third Young Master happened to be there to pick up He Sang. As you instructed, I kept it a secret. The Third Young Master asked me to meet him at the teahouse tomorrow night."
He nodded, "Mr. Wang, thank you for your help."
The man said respectfully, "Second Young Master is the hot candidate to inherit the Liang Group. I'm betting on you to be the next chairman. I'm counting on your care."
"Of course." He smiled. "I have a good relationship with Mr. Wang."
The man looked flattered. "Second Young Master, if you have any instructions in the future, please feel free to ask."
He raised the window and signaled the driver to drive.
The driver turned around and said, "Idiot."
Liang Chihui flipped up the rearview mirror. The man was clearly excited and bowed as he watched the car leave. "He's stupid. I even abandoned the loyal Huang Biao, and he dared to think he could take advantage of me."
"Will the Third Young Master believe him?"
"Old Three is very cunning. He may appear to believe something, but he may not actually believe it."
The driver said, "Then you've gone to great lengths for nothing."
Liang Chihui smiled and asked, "Are you fishing?"
“Occasionally fishing.”
He looked out the window, his calmness incomprehensible. "He who has no patience cannot catch fish."
"Miss He commissioned Hu Nongnong to investigate the He Jinping case six years ago, and they uncovered a lot of truth." The driver was quite surprised. "The Third Young Master also investigated, and Hu Nongnong's father didn't contribute at all, even though they were sworn brothers."
Liang Chihui remained calm, "Hu Nongnong didn't use her father's connections to check."
"She has connections of her own?"
There was no sound in the back seat. The driver glanced over and saw the man with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
......
Hu Nongnong contacted He Sang in advance and had important information.
He Sang happened to be on the stage and didn't answer the phone. It was answered by a staff member, who didn't take it seriously. After He Sang finished her performance and it was intermission, the staff set up the scene. She was in the dressing room touching up her makeup and reviewing her lines, and was too busy to look at her phone.
Hu Nongnong was about to go backstage to find her when suddenly the entrance door opened.
She turned around and saw a tall, thin man walking down the steps, vaguely searching.
There is no doubt that this man's face is extremely handsome, and besides being handsome, there is an imperceptible coldness and evilness.
No matter how dim the light or how noisy the crowd, they cannot conceal the brilliance he exudes.
Liang Chihui looked around the audience and went straight to Hu Nongnong's seat.
She stood up straight and said, "Mr. Liang, I heard that you have been reinstated. Congratulations."
The man unbuttoned his suit and casually put his hand on his arm. "Who told you that?"
"Zhou Kun."
"Mr. Zhou is quite well-informed." He sat down at the next table. "Is Mrs. Zhou pregnant?"
Hu Nongnong is a carefree person and rarely shows shyness. "We are working hard."
"I remember that Mr. Zhou is the same age as me, which is not the best age for men to have children. I have some yang-tonifying herbs here that are helpful for preparing for pregnancy. Mr. Zhou can give them a try."
"You have aphrodisiac..." Hu Nongnong glanced at his lower abdomen subconsciously, "How could you possibly need that medicine?"
"Oh?" Liang Chihui raised an eyebrow and smiled teasingly, "Am I considered so powerful in the eyes of the outside world?"
Hu Nongnong blushed with embarrassment, "Zhou Kun is fine..."
"Whether Mr. Zhou has problems or not has nothing to do with me." Liang Chihui gradually stopped smiling. "He is your husband, and it only concerns you."
Hu Nongnong looked at him.
Liang Chihui also turned sideways and looked at her.
When their eyes met, Hu Nongnong felt her heart pounding with fear.
"Similarly, you have no right to meddle in matters that have nothing to do with you and people."
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