my personal beauty president

Chapter 34 Hit him!Hit him!Hit him!

After a battle of wits and courage, the two parties finally reached an agreement in the form of offsetting.Bei Long went to clean up the dishes and saw that it was past eight o'clock, so he went to the door to put on his shoes and prepared to go out.

Jiang Hanxue stared at the TV intently, but said coldly: "Go to the hotel and get a room by yourself, don't take it home!"

"...Your thoughts are too dirty!" Bei Long was also drunk: "Do I have to go out at night to find a lady?"

"You still want to find Miss?" Jiang Hanxue turned her head suddenly, staring at him in surprise and contempt: "I thought you were just going to the bar, but I didn't expect you to be this kind of person..."

"What kind of lady are you looking for! What bar are you going to! I'm going to make money for you, okay?" Bei Long was speechless: "Our department will have a commercial performance in Liyang Department Store at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will set up a stage hanger tonight. You have to go and watch!"

When Jiang Hanxue heard this, a red glow appeared on her face, she really misunderstood Bei Long, but she still snorted arrogantly: "I can't even make excuses!
"The commercial performance at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, what's the use of going now?"

"What?" It was the first time for an older girl to sit in a sedan chair for Bei Long. He suddenly remembered that Jiang Hanxue created Jinxiu Hongtu. Naturally, she should be proficient in every business, so Bei Long asked humbly for advice: "It's not that I don't understand. What about the situation, Fatty Wang didn't make it clear, then Mr. Jiang, when do you think I should go?"

"The choreographer team didn't go to build the stage frame so early in the evening. They all went to work at two or three o'clock in the morning, and they could basically finish setting up around five o'clock, and it would not exceed six o'clock at the latest. You If you want to see it, just go there after five o'clock in the morning.

"But in fact, there are usually no problems. The stage design team is all veterans and experienced. You go and have a look, and it's just an acceptance procedure.

"When you are really busy, the commercial performance starts. You have to communicate with the mall, contact the performers, execute according to the program schedule, and cooperate with the distribution of event prizes and other trivial tasks. The most important thing is to take pictures, and you must remember to take headshots. These will be part of our work feedback..."

Jiang Hanxue patiently explained it to Bei Long. Bei Long couldn't help but look at Jiang Hanxue with admiration. He thought she was a proud young lady who could put on faces, but after getting to know her more, he realized that Jiang Hanxue was actually very connotative in her work. of.

"Do you understand?" Jiang Hanxue asked.

"Understood." Bellon nodded.

"Give me the money if you understand!" Jiang Hanxue stretched out a small white hand with a sullen face: "Consultation fee, five hundred yuan!"

"Mr. Jiang, don't make jokes about money with the poor, okay?" Bei Long looked at her with deep eyes, Mr. Jiang, you have learned badly...

"You... Huh!" Jiang Hanxue wanted to say something to Bei Long at first, but after looking at the old house in Bei Long's house, and thinking about Bei Long riding a [-]-year-old donkey to work, he didn't see anything in his usual clothes. What brand name, I guess that Beilong's family should really not be rich.

Although she is a bit aloof and sometimes arrogant, it doesn't mean she is unreasonable.

"This is just a small punishment for you. Let's see if you dare to bully me in the future!" Jiang Hanxue angrily waved her small fist at Bei Long, and continued to watch TV with the remote control.

Bei Long wiped off his cold sweat: Mr. Jiang is still too young...

Because she slept on the sofa in the living room, Jiang Hanxue watched TV in the living room, and Bei Long could only watch TV with her.

Jiang Hanxue had to discuss with Bei Long from time to time, and she would not follow him until Bei Long answered, and the result was that the two of them sat on the same long sofa without knowing it.

Sometimes the two sat side by side and ate a bag of potato chips together; sometimes Jiang Hanxue lay down and occupied the entire sofa and squeezed Bei Long into a corner, and when the discussion got heated, she kicked Bei Long with a pair of snow-white feet; sometimes she even She would also put her snow-white feet on Bei Long's legs, trembling and gradually revealing her bad habits around her parents...

Veron enjoyed this feeling very much, not because he had any dirty thoughts, but purely enjoying the atmosphere like watching TV with his family.

When he was young, he didn't have as many entertainment items as he does now, he just watched TV.What Beiron likes most is watching TV with his parents. They are discussing the plot, and even if he doesn't understand, he likes to be caught between them.

But, that was really a long time ago memory...

After watching the TV, the two of them washed and went to bed separately, and Beiron's biological clock automatically woke up at five o'clock on time.

After tiptoeing to get up to brush his teeth and wash his face, Bei Long went to the kitchen to make breakfast, put it on the table, and left a note for Jiang Hanxue before leaving the house silently.

There was no bus at this time, and Bei Long rode to Liyang Department Store with a "creaking" push of the [-] donkey.

When he arrived at Liyang Department Store, a stage hanger had already been set up in front of Liyang Department Store.Several members of the dance team were nestled in the leeward place, smoking together. In the dark sky, several fires lit and dimmed, and Beron spotted them at a glance.

"I'm Executive Commissioner Bei Long, who is Captain Xiao?" Bei Long had never met Fatty Xiao, so he thought he must be a fat man, but he didn't expect that all of these people were fat.

"I am." A young fat man who looks a lot like the singer Sun Nan stood up and shook hands with Bei Long: "Brother Long, you came just in time. We brothers have been traveling for half a night, and we are both sleepy and sleepy." Tired. You see, the stage frame has been set up, can you please help take care of it. Let's find a place to sleep for a while, and we will be back at eight o'clock at the latest."

"No problem." Bei Long could also understand their hard work. Except for Fatty Xiao, the others looked quite old, and they all looked like they were working hard.Although Beilong is not a holy mother, but this kind of little effort can help.

"Thank you, Brother Long!" Fatty Xiao greeted the dance team and went to find a place to rest.

Bei Long looked at this time and saw that there was no one at all. It was also the first time he had no experience, and felt that there was nothing to look at, so he was like Fatty Xiao and the others, sitting in the leeward place and smoking.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Bei Long heard the deafening sound of the exhaust of a large-displacement motorcycle gradually approaching from far away.

Someone racing?

Bei Long poked his head out from behind the stage, and sure enough, he saw seven or eight motorcycles driving towards each other at a high speed, with the bright headlights sweeping back and forth like searchlights, and the sound of the engines Mixed with whistles and screams, this is clearly a group of speeding gangs.

For the emergence of speeding party, Veron is not surprised.During the day, there are many people, many cars, many red lights, many traffic policemen, and the speeding party can't fly.

In the dead of night, it is a good time for racing.

It's just that they are getting closer and closer, as if... they are coming towards me!Peron stood up and walked slowly to the front of the stage.

Sure enough, those seven or eight motorcycles roared manically and rushed towards the stage that had just been built. After seeing Beron, they all blew hooligan whistles, laughed wildly, and waved baseball bats in demonstrations around Beron. The dragon and the stage went in circles.

Bei Long stood lazily on the stage, under the dim street lamps in the cold morning breeze, the light of the cigarette in his mouth flickered on and off, illuminating his crooked smiling moon eyes.

After a few laps, the bikers didn't seem to be able to intimidate Peron, so they decided to play for real.

A strong man with shawl hair who looked like a power train took out a self-made Huo Ran Huo Bing Wa from the box, used a windproof lighter to ignite the alcohol-soaked cloth strip tied on the bottle mouth, and followed Suddenly accelerated and rushed to the stage.

He held up the Huo Ran Huo in his hands high and low, as if holding the Olympic torch to lead the race, screaming excitedly.

Bei Lun was still squinting his eyes and smoking, and his body was motionless, as if he hadn't seen the dazzling fire in the morning light.

"Yo-ho!" The strong man on the power train flew across the stage at lightning speed, and suddenly threw the fire in his hand onto the stage!

At this moment, Bei Long, who had never moved, moved.

Wearing a white shirt and overalls, he seemed to be transformed into a white lightning, and in an instant he appeared at the first landing point of the fire!

When Huoran Huoyao Bingwa was whirling and dancing before it landed in the future, Bei Long was like an agile cheetah, soaring into the air, and kicked Huoran Huoyao Bingwa with his flying kick!
His kick looked ferocious, but it was soft. He didn't kick Huoran Huoyao and Tik to explode, but kicked Huoran Huoyao and Tiktah back and flew back at an extremely fast speed!

"Ah ha ha ha... what the hell!" The power train was laughing triumphantly, but saw that the Huo Ran Huo Bing Wa that he just threw back came back, and the target was his head!

"Bah!"

Huo Ran Huo Yao Bing Wa hit the power train in the chin impartially, and the force of hitting a bull across the mountain caused him to fall off the motorcycle all at once.

Huo Ran Huo Yao Bing Wa rebounded a second time after hitting him, and only after hitting the ground did it shatter and burst into even more dazzling flames.Although no one was burned, it caused bursts of exclamation.

"Damn—" A handsome guy with a long strip of cloth tied on his head like a street fighter yelled, and suddenly accelerated towards Bei Long who had already jumped off the stage.

The deafening sound of the engine is like the roar of a ferocious beast, and the power brought by the speed makes this motorcycle seem to be overwhelming, trying to crush Beron mercilessly!

There was a sneer on the corner of Beiron's mouth, and he faced him without dodging. The moment he was about to hit him, Beiron jumped up in the air and turned sideways. His whole body was parallel to the ground. Suddenly push straight, like an invincible arrow!

"Snapped!"

The Street Fighter was kicked in the face by both feet of Beron, and he flew backwards involuntarily, and his motorcycle fell to the ground after being unmanned for a while, lost like its owner fighting power.

"Fuck!" The power train got up with blood on its mouth, pointed at Bei Long and shouted angrily: "Give it to me! Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!"

(End of this chapter)