Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Xiao Bofeng was a very influential person in Peking after all, and few people dared not to respect him. He did not take Jinchen seriously at all.

But the look in his eyes at Jinchen at that moment was more scorching than cruel. Xu Nanchun, who had gradually come to his senses, was more afraid that it would become what he thought, so he hurried over and hugged Xiao Bofeng's arm.

"Don't be angry...if you have anything to say, just say it nicely."

He took the opportunity to divert Xiao Bofeng's attention from Jinchen and instead focused it on Pei Yiqing behind him.

The situation is extremely chaotic.

Only the old boss felt distressed at the broken antique vase on the ground, but he recognized that the person who broke it was the now popular Jinchen, who was favored by Mr. Pei.

"Despicable people, despicable means."

Jinchen didn't look annoyed, but he was in greater danger than Xiao Bofeng. "Yiqing, your brother is right. Even if you are in a foreign country and get along well with foreigners, you are still more useful than the person in front of you."

Xiao Bofeng: “…”

The most important thing right now is to coax Pei Yiqing. Xiao Bofeng never thought that he would come to the theater. But this is not the time to worry about this. He hurriedly grabbed the hand that had slapped Pei Yiqing just now, as if he was afraid that he would feel pain.

"Xiaoqing, please listen to my explanation. Let's go out and talk about it, okay?"

"You're not feeling well, don't get upset, I have medicine with me, take a look."

After that, Xiao Bofeng took out the western medicine that Pei Yiqing often took from the innermost pocket of his suit, and even the handwritten instructions for taking the medicine from Dr. Zhang Hucheng.

In just a moment, Pei Yiqing was brought back to the days when they were still in Shanghai.

Pei Yiqing finally softened his heart.

He did not resist Xiao Bofeng's hand holding again, and walked out of the room to have a good talk outside.

Jinchen sighed in frustration and bit the peanuts in annoyance, making a crunching sound.

But this kind of thing cannot be rushed, and today is a good start.

Xiao Bofeng didn't have time to deal with Jinchen, but that didn't mean he could tolerate an actor showing off above him.

When he was walking out with Pei Yiqing, he passed by the young owner of the Caifa Theater and glanced at him.

We are all just hanging out together. The young boss nodded in understanding, with a strange light in his eyes.

He is not as timid as his father. Even if it is Pei Yinnian's man, so what? Xiao Bofeng has spoken.

Could it be possible that the Pei family would completely break the delicate balance with the Xiao family just for an actor?

The young boss laughed lewdly and quietly walked out of the door to call someone over.

The old boss didn't notice anything. After feeling sorry for his vase, he mustered up the courage to listen to the conversation between Xu Nanchun and Jinchen.

"Playing in the ring?"

Jinchen was aware of Xu Nanchun's absent-mindedness, but he thought his mind had also gone out with Xiao Bofeng, "You want to fight with me?"

You want to scam me, right?

Xu Nanchun: “…”

I was so speechless that I felt less sad.

"A competition between two theaters, what do you think it is?"

What this means is that Xu Nanchun is going to leave Weiyang Theater completely.

Jinchen was naturally not afraid, and listened to the old boss seriously explaining the rules of the so-called fighting arena.

The two theaters prepared plays, which would be performed for seven consecutive days, and invited people from Peking to watch.

Each play starts and ends at the same time, and the number of spectators and flower baskets is counted to see who loses.

According to industry rules, he will not be able to perform on stage for at least one year.

How many years can there be in such a chaotic world? By then, everyone would have long forgotten about it. Therefore, although the rules of fighting in the ring exist, almost no one dares to play by them.

"Okay."

Jinchen was not as scared as Xu Nanchun had expected. Instead, he seemed to have found something interesting. His determined attitude made the old boss very dissatisfied, fearing that Jinchen had another trick up his sleeve.

But Jinchen not only did not cheat, he also took the initiative to raise the stakes and suggested: "Since we are going to play, why not play big."

"All the plays should be new. We can either find someone to write the scripts for them or write them ourselves. How about that?"

After Jinchen finished speaking, he slowly put on the black cloak he had come in, his sharp eyes full of smiles, "Whoever loses will not be able to perform on stage for two years."

Xu Nanchun was stunned, "Are you crazy?"

The old boss was also frightened and quickly found an excuse to run away. He had already planned to think of a way to ensure that he would not lose to Weiyang Theater at any cost.

"I dare not promise you any competition."

Jinchen walked out around the broken vase pieces on the ground, and the method of provoking someone is always new.

Xu Nanchun gritted his teeth. After all, he had been famous for a long time, so he still had the confidence. As for the script... Even if it was not a classic and not many people liked it, it might be a good idea if Xiao Bofeng could invite a drama master living in Peking to write it.

"I agree!"

"It's a word."

Jinchen lazily uttered four words and raised his hand to open the door.

next second.

He slowly retreated back, and six tall and strong theater thugs surrounded the young boss and approached.

"Mr. Jin, you want to leave just because you offended Young Master Xiao today? That won't happen easily."

"I see you have a pretty figure too. Why don't you come and sing in our Colorful Hair Theater?"

The young boss rushed forward, rubbing his hands.

Xu Nanchun was the only one in the room. He just frowned, turned his eyes away and said nothing.

Jinchen looked around, found a stick to lift the rolled-up bamboo curtain, and weighed it in his hand.

"So much nonsense."

The stick was swung swiftly. The young master was quite skilled in body movement and dodged the first blow, but failed to dodge the second. With a snap, a bloody scratch appeared on his neck.

The thugs rushed over angrily, the door of the room opened, and there was chaos.

Xu Nanchun sat in his seat, clenched his handle, and stared at the scene of Jinchen being besieged, with his brows slightly frowned.

How come this person is... so powerful.

The commotion attracted many people to watch.

Amid screams, the young master was thrown out covered in blood and nearly fell off the stairs. He was only barely caught and survived.

Everyone looked at him in shock. Jinchen slowly walked out of the room, his black cloak dragging on the ground. His eyes were as brilliant as fireworks blooming in the night sky, yet so cold and beautiful that people dared not look directly at him.

He held the blood-stained stick, still with a sneer in his eyes.

"Go find the police! This guy has gone crazy!"

The young boss had his front teeth knocked out, and when he spoke he vomited blood and had a lisp. The people around him were so scared that they didn't dare to delay and ran away one after another.

Jinchen dropped the stick, turned sideways and glanced into the house. As expected, he met Xu Nanchun's eyes full of shock and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xu Nanchun: “…”

He took a deep breath and felt a little regretful.

No matter what you do, don't mess with a madman.