I'm not a drama god

Jinghong Tower.

Kong Baosheng squatted on the threshold of the theater door, with an old-fashioned wooden box next to his hand. He was holding his chin with one hand at the moment, looking at the light rain falling on the street, in a daze.

Today, Kong Baosheng put on a brand new white shirt and an exquisite black vest. This was what Chen Ling took him to buy yesterday. It was also the first time for Kong Baosheng to wear such formal clothes. Every move They are all careful, and even now there is a newspaper under their buttocks to prevent the dust on the threshold from staining their pants.

"Kid, why are you dressed like a dog today?" A "doorkeeper" at the door saw this and asked with a sneer.

"I may be a human model, but you two are really dogs." In the past few days, Kong Baosheng became more courageous towards these two annoying "door gods". He stared back at them, and then said proudly,

"Today our husband is going to attend the Beidou Consortium's birthday party, and as an assistant, I want to go with him!"

"Beidou Foundation's birthday party?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Come on, a poor actor still wants to celebrate Chairman Mu's birthday? Do you know what level of people get invitations to the birthday banquet? I’m afraid you haven’t woken up yet!”

Kong Baosheng gritted his teeth and was about to get up to argue with the two of them when the door behind him was slowly opened.

A figure slowly walked out from behind the stage, the hem of his red opera robe fluttering with his footsteps. He walked lightly across the theater hall and stopped behind Kong Baosheng.

Seeing this figure, the two "door gods" froze on the spot at the same time.

Today, Chen Ling once again put on the familiar opera robe. This is the first time that everyone has seen the owner of this theater actually put on the costume. Although Chen Ling's beauty can be seen on weekdays, Now that he has put on his clothes, his whole person's temperament becomes even more extraordinary. The two "door gods" have seen many great-looking celebrities on weekdays, but now they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Chen Ling in opera robes.

Kong Baosheng turned around and was stunned for a moment, the light in his eyes lit up slightly:

"Sir, you are much prettier than those big stars! I looked at the photos of those famous actors in the past, and they are much worse than you..."

Chen Ling is already good-looking. After embarking on the Shinto Act, his appearance has become more delicate and natural. Although you can't feel it on weekdays, you can still see the difference if you compare it with the photos of him before embarking on the Shinto way. In addition, he is using the fictional "Lin Yan" face at the moment. After Chen Ling deliberately adjusted it, his appearance is even more beautiful and extraordinary.

Regarding this point, Senior Brother also mentioned in the ancient collection of Xi Dao that the core of Xi Dao is performance. The emotional feedback received from the audience will subtly change a person's appearance, which is the so-called "red energy nourishes people". ". All in all, no one who embarks on the path of drama is ugly...except, of course, clowns.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people in the world of mortals who dream of finding the ancient treasures of opera, embarking on the divine path of opera, and then becoming the superstars sought after by everyone and reaching the pinnacle of life... However, those who hold on to this idea , most of them have no connection with the Tao of Xi Shen Dao.

Chen Ling smiled slightly, patted Kong Baosheng's head with her hand, and did not continue the topic:

"Have everything been put away?"

"Ah."

"Let's go, the birthday party is about to begin."

Under the astonished eyes of the two "door gods", Chen Ling stepped out of the theater. Kong Baosheng was carrying a wooden box and was about to follow. Suddenly he remembered something, picked up two more oil-paper umbrellas from the corner, and hurriedly chased after her.

"Sir, umbrella!"

The drizzle followed the slanting wind, blowing Chen Ling's red opera robe. Chen Ling turned back and took the oil-paper umbrella, and opened it casually. A dark yellow umbrella looked like a petalless flower, blooming silently in the misty rain. .

On this street, the red opera robe is still a bit eye-catching. Some passers-by looked sideways at Chen Ling and saw clearly the face behind the umbrella rain curtain. A flash of surprise flashed in their eyes, and they began to whisper.

Kong Baosheng held an umbrella for himself with one hand and a wooden box with the other. He quickened his pace and followed the man in red, gradually disappearing at the end of the street.

……

Beidou Consortium.

"I am Wang Jincheng, the director of the General Administration of Police, and this is my invitation."

At the gate of the manor, the director, wearing a crisp black uniform and a medal on his chest, handed over an invitation and spoke expressionlessly.

Seeing this invitation, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the manor housekeeper who was responsible for receiving the guests. It seemed that he did not expect that this person would really come over. After all, Mu Chunsheng had tried to invite people from the police station to dinner many times before, but he was ruthlessly rejected. It seems that the other party does not intend to have too deep entanglement with them. This time they sent the invitation to the police station with the attitude of giving it a try.

"It turns out to be Director Wang, whose name I have admired for a long time." The butler said respectfully, "The arrival of the Director has brought great glory to our Beidou Consortium."

The director waved his hand nonchalantly and handed a rather exquisitely packaged box to the housekeeper.

"Today is your Chairman Mu's birthday after all. I brought some decorations as gifts. Although they are not expensive, they are still thoughtful."

"The director is so polite." The butler took the gift box with both hands and said with a smile on his face, "Please come in quickly. If you need anything, you can always ask the waiter or me. There is only one hour left for the birthday banquet to officially start. I wish you the best. Have fun.”

The director nodded slightly and walked into the manor. Although the birthday banquet hadn't started yet, many guests had already arrived, and the manor was already bustling with activity.

At this moment, a slight voice came from the director's arms. His face changed slightly, he found a place with almost no one, and quietly pressed the button of the intercom.

"what's up?"

"Director, the person responsible for keeping an eye on the song and dance hall has received news that there are two people in box 001 who went to the birthday banquet with Li Ruohong."

"What??" The director frowned, "You mean, Li Ruohong brought those two guys who were suspected of being members of the Twilight Society to attend the birthday banquet? What on earth did he want to do?"

"I don't know. Our people have already started searching the dance hall. We should have results soon."

The director thought for a long time and finally said:

"Okay, if there is any progress, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The director put away the walkie-talkie, glanced at the birthday banquet venue, stood up slowly after a moment, took a glass of champagne from the waiter, and inadvertently approached the gate of the manor.

Li Ruohong must have had some premeditation when he brought the two Twilight Club members to the birthday banquet. He wanted to see what those two guys looked like first... He had a hunch that there might be an undercurrent surging behind the birthday banquet.

at the same time,

The butler registered the guests and gifts one by one with pen and paper. As soon as he looked up, he saw a man in red clothes holding an oil-paper umbrella slowly walking towards here in the drizzle.