I'm not a theatre god

The sky is getting brighter.

The drunkard who had been lying in front of the casino all night finally opened his eyes dimly, staggered away with a bottle of wine; the rickshaw that had been waiting for the guests all night finally picked up his "guest" and creaked toward the road Driving to the end; several gamblers came out of the casino cursing and disappeared in the dim light of dawn without looking back.

"It's finally time to change the shift..."

In the rickshaw at this moment, a police officer disguised as a gambler finally took off all his guard, lay down on the chair tiredly, looked at the rising sun and yawned.

"Looking at those dice pokers every night makes me dizzy."

"Be content, at least you are still in the casino, and I was still blowing the cool breeze on the road all night!" The police officer who was pedaling the rickshaw snorted coldly.

"Hey, when will this day end..."

The policeman on the rickshaw was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Do you think there are really people from the Dusk Society in the casino?"

"How do I know? Anyway, the clues at that time were found on this street. After the higher-ups sent people to search around, they said there might be something wrong with this casino."

"What's wrong?"

"There seems to be a problem with its origin? This casino changed hands half a year ago. Since then, there have been rumors of Twilight Society activities in the city... Moreover, you know that you bought this casino from the Beidou Consortium at that time. Local, who is it?”

"who?"

"Special Envoy of the Golden Society!"

"Ah? Are you saying that the people above suspect that the special envoy of the Golden Society is from the Twilight Society?"

"I guess they have been suspicious for a long time. Otherwise, how could there be so many eighth-level people in the world? It's just that we are not sure yet. You can never go wrong with being careful... On the contrary, it was Mu Chunsheng, the chairman of the Beidou Consortium, after those adults came to his door. , immediately drew a clear line with the special envoy of the Twilight Society, saying that the special envoy forced him to sell these properties, and now he is willing to give these properties to [Fu Sheng Painting] as a small token of appreciation..."

"Hehehe, this old fox changes his face so quickly... Also, a special envoy of the Golden Society who doesn't know why he will come back, how can he be as important as those big figures in [Fu Sheng Painting]? After all, this is also the world of mortals. ”

The police officer on the bike seemed to know what these consortiums were like and kept sneering.

"Speaking of which, we've been watching the casino for so long, but there's still no movement, and we haven't seen any strange people coming in or out... Could it be that their judgment was wrong?"

"It's hard to say. Anyway, I don't think they are sure. Otherwise, why haven't they taken action yet?"

"Anyway, let's continue to keep an eye on it... If this is really their stronghold, sooner or later they will be able to show their flaws. It depends on who loses their composure first."

"..."

As they walked away, a ray of morning sun swept across the dim streets, and the ancient and deserted theater building was bathed in light gold. At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from behind the handrail on the second floor.

Chen Ling yawned casually, as if he had just woken up, and at the same time squinted his eyes and scanned the bottom.

Although the police officers who were monitoring last night were leaving one after another, new police officers were constantly filling in. Chen Ling stood on the second floor for a while and then discovered several new surveillance points. The casino's vigilance did not relax at dawn.

Chen Ling did not stay behind the armrest for long, she just blew the morning breeze for a while and then turned around and left.

There are police hidden stakes around here now. If he peeks openly and openly for too long, the other party will become suspicious sooner or later. For Chen Ling, these three or two minutes are enough.

Chen Ling walked down the stairs and saw Kong Baosheng carefully cleaning the ground on the first floor with a broom. Everything visible to the naked eye was spotless. From the looks of it, he should have gotten up and started cleaning at three or four in the morning.

When he heard Chen Ling coming downstairs, Kong Baosheng stopped and asked respectfully:

"Mr. Lin, do you want breakfast?"

Chen Ling raised her brows slightly, and after humming, Kong Baosheng put down the broom and turned to the kitchen to get busy.

A few minutes later, a steaming bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and black rice porridge was brought to Chen Ling. The golden sweet-scented osmanthus is floating on the black and purple rice porridge. It is neither thick nor thin, and a faint aroma will hit your nostrils when you stir it gently.

"Did you cook this?" Chen Ling was a little surprised.

"Yes, I started cooking it as soon as I got up in the morning. I kept it warm in the pot while I was waiting for Mr. Kong to get up." Kong Baosheng scratched his head, "I don't know what your taste is, sir. I added a little more sugar when cooking. ...You try it first.”

Chen Ling picked up the spoon and took a sip. First, there was a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in her mouth, followed by sweetness. Unlike the Aurora Realm, which likes salty food, everyone here in the Red Dust Realm seems to prefer sweet food. There are also various dessert shops and snacks on the streets. If you were in Aurora City, you could see cakes on the road. The shop and the candied haws seller are very good.

Fortunately, Chen Ling is not against sweet things. She even thinks this bowl of porridge tastes very good. She nodded and said:

"The craftsmanship is very good."

When Kong Baosheng heard this, his nervous little face finally relaxed and a smile appeared.

Since last night, Kong Baosheng's heart has been full of uneasiness and worry, fearing that he will not be able to serve the new Mr. Lin well. After all, he received a hundred thousand silver notes. If Mr. Lin is not satisfied in the end, he will not be able to serve him well. When Kong Baosheng asked whether the other party would let him refund his money, he felt uncomfortable.

Now it seems that Mr. Lin is not difficult to get along with, which makes Kong Baosheng feel a little happy, and he takes the initiative to ask:

"Sir, do you want anything to eat for lunch?"

"Just watch and do it."

Chen Ling lowered her head and continued to drink her porridge, while Kong Baosheng also continued to clean up the things in the theater. This theater had been abandoned before, so it didn't matter if some things were left unpacked. But now that the theater has a new owner, it must be reopened. Yes, you have to have everything you should have.

Kong Baosheng was rummaging through a pile of things, and he pulled out a dusty plaque from the bottom. Only then did he think of something, turned around and asked:

"Mr. Lin, have you decided on the name of the theater?"

"name?"

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, and then realized that theaters also need to have signs. Although he bought the theater without intending to actually open it, if he did not do anything for a long time after buying it, and continued to abandon it like this, it would definitely arouse others' suspicion.

Since you have to disguise, you still have to pretend to be a little bit...even if no one comes to listen to the show, the surface engineering still has to be done.

Chen Ling was too lazy to think of a name and asked directly:

"What was this theater called before?"

Kong Baosheng brushed off the dust on the plaque and picked it up with difficulty. Facing the direction of Chen Ling, several elegant and ancient gilt words were engraved on it.

"Jinghong." Kong Baosheng said, "In the past, this place was called Jinghong Tower."

Chen Ling waved her hands indifferently,

"Then continue."