I'm not a theatre god

"Aren't you going to change your name?" Kong Baosheng asked in surprise.

When other people buy a shop, they want to throw away all the things from the last closed shop, for fear that those things will bring bad luck. But Chen Ling spent 200,000 to buy a theater building, not only did not make any modifications, she even used the name of the theater building. It turns out... This made Kong Baosheng puzzled.

"I won't change it. If I change my name, I have to change the plaque." Chen Ling made an excuse casually, "I only have a total of 200,000 yuan on me, and now I have no money to buy these things. I have to keep everything simple... Besides, the original name also needs to be changed." Not bad, just keep using it.”

Kong Baosheng scratched his head. He saw Chen Ling paying so readily last night and thought he was particularly rich. Now it seems that Mr. Lin's life is not easy... he probably staked all his belongings on this theater.

"Then, let me hang it up."

Kong Baosheng carefully cleaned the plaque, then carried it and walked out the door. As soon as he reached the door, three people walked in and almost bumped into him!

Kong Baosheng was carrying the plaque and subconsciously ducked to the side. He lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.

"What the hell?"

The man outside the door was also startled by the huge plaque and immediately exclaimed.

Chen Ling, who was drinking porridge, looked up and saw a figure in a purple shirt standing outside the door. Behind him were two tall and burly men in black suits, who looked like bodyguards.

The figure in the purple shirt frowned, his eyes fell on Kong Baosheng who fell to the ground, and he clicked his tongue.

"Kid, what's wrong? You don't welcome us?"

"Boss Li?" Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment when he saw the face clearly, and then he hurriedly got up from the ground as if he thought of something.

"Not bad, the cleaning is quite clean." Boss Li's eyes swept across the theater, and after stopping on Chen Ling for a short time, he looked away carelessly, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the theater with the two bodyguards. , and start sightseeing at will.

As if aware of Chen Ling's doubtful gaze, Kong Baosheng walked quickly to Chen Ling and whispered:

"This is the owner of the Great World Song and Dance Hall diagonally across the corner. His surname is Li. The person I told you before is also watching this theater. He is..."

Chen Ling remembered that Kong Baosheng did say it last night, but at that time he thought it was just a way for the young man to raise the price and didn't think much about it.

"Mr. Lin, please give me some time and I will explain it clearly to him."

After saying that, Kong Baosheng took a deep breath and walked straight towards the three of them.

"But didn't I tell you, I want to open a record store in this place. If you keep it so clean now, it will still have to be demolished by then." Boss Li patted the dilapidated stage and said with some disgust.

"Boss Li..."

"I have considered the price you mentioned last time. One hundred thousand is still too high. With your poor location and poor decoration, you have to tear it all down and rebuild after buying it. The cost is too high... So, seventy or eighty thousand is the top price." ”

Boss Li waved gently to the bodyguard behind him, who immediately took out a stack of banknotes and threw them on the stage.

Seeing this, Kong Baosheng opened his mouth to say something, but Boss Li continued:

"I know you're selling the property to treat your grandma, but she's almost dead. What's the use of throwing more money at her? I think you might as well stay on your own. You have a child, and seventy or eighty thousand is really a lot. …”

Upon hearing this, Kong Baosheng's eyes narrowed and he interrupted Boss Li's words with a deep voice:

"Sorry, Boss Li, this theater has been sold."

Boss Li was stunned for a moment, then sneered:

"Are you kidding me? Besides me, who else would buy this shabby building?"

"Someone is buying it." Kong Baosheng didn't explain too much. He just raised his hand and made a "please" gesture to the three of them. "In short, this theater has changed owners and will no longer be sold to the outside world...Boss Li, Please come back."

Boss Li's eyes gradually narrowed. He stared at the young man's face for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the ignored man at the table.

"I thought he was some distant relative of yours... So it turns out he was the one who bought the theater?"

Kong Baosheng didn't want to involve Chen Ling, so he took a step to the side to block Boss Li's gaze and stubbornly continued to invite them out. However, Boss Li pushed him aside impatiently and strode towards Chen Ling.

Boss Li dragged a stool, which made a squeaking sound when it was rubbed on the ground. Finally, he pressed it next to Chen Ling with a thud and sat down leisurely...

"Brother, you look quite young...Which road are you on?" Boss Li asked with narrowed eyes.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Hey, aren't we afraid that the flood will destroy the Dragon King Temple... Let me introduce myself first. I am Li Ruohong, the nephew of Mu Chunsheng of the Beidou Consortium and the owner of the Great World Song and Dance Hall."

Beidou Consortium, Mu Chunsheng?

Hearing this name again after half a year, Chen Ling immediately recalled in Chen Ling's mind that the old man who was sitting in a wheelchair and flattering her, casually glanced at Li Ruohong.

"Oh, so what?"

Li Ruohong looked at Chen Ling's expressionless face and suddenly chuckled, "It seems that you are not my uncle's person, so that's easy... I brought 70,000 silver notes today, you can take this theater How about selling it to me?”

"Sorry, this place is not for sale."

"Oh? Then what business are you going to do if you buy this theater building and demolish it?"

"It's still the same business."

"Still opening a theater?" Li Ruohong laughed and looked at Chen Ling as if he were looking at a fool, "Are you crazy, brother? Haven't you seen what this theater is like now? How many people are still willing to come these days? Looking at your babbling performances, are you stupid or do you have a lot of money?”

Chen Ling showed no expression at all. He looked at Li Ruohong with a calm gaze. The two parties' thoughts were not at the same level at all. He was too lazy to argue with such a person.

"If you don't sell the theater to me today, you won't be able to do this business anymore." Li Ruohong broke his face directly and said with a serious smile, "You don't ask around, who has the final say on this street? As long as I sing and dance in the world If the theater is still open for a day, you can’t even think of opening it. I guarantee you won’t have a single customer!”

"That would be great."

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows. He was worried just now. After hanging the plaque for business, more or less people would come to patronize it. In this case, he would have to open an opera. He had to find a way to solve the casino's predicament, so how could he really have time? To run a theater... Li Ruohong's threat was simply a blessing to him!

Li Ruohong was stunned, as if he was doubting what he had heard, but when he saw Chen Ling's smiling face, he felt as if he was being looked down upon, and the anger in his heart instantly burned.

"Okay...you don't believe it, do you? Just wait for me! Whenever there is a guest in your theater, I will take your fucking last name!"

Li Ruohong slammed the table, glared at Chen Ling, turned around and walked out of the theater, followed closely by the two bodyguards.

There was a dead silence in the theater.

Kong Baosheng's face turned pale, as if he was frightened by this scene. He looked at Chen Ling anxiously,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I'm really sorry... I didn't handle it well. Please give me a little more time and I will explain it clearly to Boss Li. I..."

"No, no need."

Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder, "You did a good job, kid."

After saying that, under Kong Baosheng's astonished gaze, Chen Ling walked straight up to the second floor and walked slowly to the handrail facing the street.

His eyes first glanced at the police officers monitoring the casino, and then looked at the three people who were angrily walking back to the dance hall across the street. The casino and the dance hall, which were very close to each other, were reflected in Chen Ling's eyes at the same time. An idea gradually came to his mind...

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth turned up unconsciously.

Casino, dance hall, dusk club, police...

"I seem to know how to solve this dilemma..." Chen Ling stood on the second floor of the theater, overlooking the street below. He took out a pen and paper from his pocket slowly, as if he was about to choreograph a play. The director slowly put pen to paper.