Mad Son-in-law

Wang Jie opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, Zhang Dabiao was frowning and staring at the crack of the door, sweating coldly on his forehead, until he saw Wang Jie, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go!" Wang Jie made a mouthful and entered the elevator. Turning around, the old man Fu Gui was already standing at the door of Tianzijian, looking at himself from a distance. The old man's face was cold, not smiling nor angry, but he could see that he was not satisfied with Wang Jie's choice.

Wang Jie did not squint until the elevator door slowly closed.

"Why? Scared? Still afraid that I won't be able to get out?" Wang Jie asked, looking at Zhang Dabiao, who was sweating.

Zhang Dabiao smiled awkwardly, and whispered: "I'm afraid, and I'm not afraid."

"I'm afraid I can understand, I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid you will be implicated by me. What does it mean to not be afraid?" Wang Jie asked curiously.

Zhang Dabiao opened the zipper and said to Wang Jie, "Brother Jie, look!"

Wang Jie glanced sideways, good fellow, this big man had a ring of explosives in his arms.

"Fuck!" Wang Jie glanced at the elevator monitor, hurriedly closed the zipper, and whispered: "You kid really is Li Yunlong at the banquet? Not so much! Besides, where did you get so many explosives? of?"

Zhang Dabiao sternly said: "These are all leftovers from my previous contracting project, and I have brought them all today. I've figured it out. If you can't get out for a while, then I will put this stuff in order. Don't even think about leaving any of them. I must be worthy of the half a million!"

Looking at this big man, Wang Jie felt ridiculous and moved.

"Your uncle, you made me cry stupidly!" Wang Jie controlled his emotions and said, "No, how did you know that I had something to do today?"

Zhang Dabiao said: "That's the point? I'm stupid, but not stupid. I saw nine sticks of incense ashes in front of your mother's tablet this morning, which means you have burned three times. Then you usually don't let me. Driving you, riding that big twenty-eight dangling all day, today is unprecedented to let me take you to such a remote place. I wondered that something must be happening, and 80% of it is not a good thing."

"Your uncle's, you are smart!" Wang Jie almost flushed his eyes. Turning around, he hugged Zhang Dabiao vigorously and wiped the corner of his eye by the way.

But at this time, the elevator arrived and opened with a clatter!

Good guy, there were several people standing outside the door, among them the former dignified female general manager, two security guards and two waitresses behind him.

Several people looked at Zhang Dabiao and Wang Jie who were hugging each other with surprised eyes, and the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" floated out from the depths of their souls...

"I wiped, I got my foot just now, thanks to you for helping me!" Wang Jie stammered for a reason, and blinked at Zhang Dabiao.

Who knows that Zhang Dabiao's face is covered in circles, frowning and saying: "Brother Jie, when did you... When did you have Wei's feet? Why don't I know? It was not me who helped you, but you were the one who held me!"

Wang Jie instantly felt that his Dantian Qi had leaked all of a sudden!

Zhang Dabiao, Zhang Dabiao, did your EQ let the dog eat it?

"Mr. Wang!" Although the female manager felt weird, she politely said: "My boss wants to buy you a cup of tea, I don't know if I can appreciate it."

Wang Jie hesitated for a while, but considering that he had just been able to relieve himself in other people's turf, he nodded and said, "How dare you say please, I will go."

The female manager took Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao up the spiral staircase to the second floor. From a distance, a melodious sound of musical instruments was heard.

"What sound? Is it Pipa?" Zhang Dabiao asked with a sharp ear.

"It's Sanxian!" Wang Jie said lightly.

It's a little strange, didn't you see the boss? Why is it like entering the band?

Walking through the long corridor to the end, a wide piano room appeared in front of you, and an old man in Su-style plain clothes was playing leisurely.

Wang Jie stood there, thinking, is this the boss of this place?

After waiting for half a minute, the song ended. The old man turned around and smiled slightly: "Can you enlighten me, Mr.?"

If you don't know it, please enlighten me on coming up? How to play with it?

Wang Jie smiled and said: "The old gentleman is polite, you play very well, how can the younger generation enlighten me!"

"The ancients said it well, the musicians have no boundaries, how can you judge the level of the young and old!" The old man said solemnly: "Out of respect for music, you can tell the truth, and I humbly accept it."

When Wang Jie saw that the other party was so sincere and it was not good for him to greet him, he nodded and said, "Well, I'll be a good teacher. Your **** is actually quite good, but in the second paragraph, because of the hesitation of the left and right hands, One syllable went off slightly. In addition, the Sanxian has a set of self-tones, which should be "taste" when playing. But when you are playing, your body is a little stiffer, and the arc of your hand is not enough to naturally put down your wrists. It can make the most sound with the least power, so people in the industry will have a sense of astringency after listening for a long time!"

"Okay! The younger generation is awesome!" The old man nodded in admiration.

At the same time, there were bursts of applause behind him.

"Mr. Luo is really extraordinary."

Wang Jie turned his head suddenly, not knowing when, behind him stood a girl in Hanfu.

This person is slender, with moon eyebrows and star eyes, smiling slightly, but clearly reveals a glamorous beauty. Inside that Hanfu was a white long skirt, covered with a silk-woven lavender gauze, and the skin was crimson, if you didn't see the suits and shoes of the people around you, you would have thought it was ancient.

"Mr. Wang, let's meet again!" The woman smiled faintly.

"Have we... met?" Wang Jie couldn't remember how long he had met such a beautiful girl.

"Hehe, Xiao is a sad rhyme, but your Romance has become the sound of swordsmen. The ancients said that the lingering sound was endless for three days, but after so long, I still feel that your performance is still in my ears that day!"

Upon hearing this, he looked up and saw the man in the suit standing behind the woman. Wang Jie suddenly remembered that the woman in front of him was the one who applauded himself on the second floor of the Grand Theater that day. That is, the legendary Chu family eldest lady that Hao Meng said!

She appeared here, could it be that the boss of this Xihuangju is her?

"It turned out to be Miss Chu, thank you for your praise that day." Wang Jie said politely.

Chu Qian waved her hand, everyone in the piano room retired, only the female manager stayed.

Zhang Dabiao blinked his eyes, glanced at Wang Jie, and retreated wittily.

Chu Qian turned her head and said, "Hello Mr. Wang's partner."

There was the voice of two little girls agreeing from the horse outside.

Wang Jie and Chu Qian sat down in front of the coffee table, and the female manager poured the tea herself.

"Does Mr. Wang and Mr. Fu have any connection?" Chu Qian handed the tea cup over.

"Do you know Fu Gui?" Wang Jie was a little surprised.

The female manager said: "Most people who come to Xihuangju are business partners of the Chu family. Mr. Fu is the chief steward of the Yancheng Wang family, and who does not know about the famous Wang family."

Wang Jie smiled in his heart, he was a bit simpler, yes, the Chu family is the leader of Yuncheng, although it is far behind the Wang family, there must be inextricably linked in the business field.

"It has no origins, but some mundane things. He asked me to come over and inquire about it."

"That's it!" Chu Qian said, "I thought that Mr. Wang has such a good musical training because of your special relationship with the Wang family."

Hearing this, Wang Jie became cold inexplicably, put down the cup and said: "Miss Chu may have misunderstood. Music never distinguishes high or low. Even though the Yancheng Wang Family is rich in clothes, it may not be a good food, let alone. What kind of musical instrument. I'm just a muddy leg in the alleys of Beicheng. I can't talk about my music literacy. I just amuse myself. Is there anything else Miss Chu? If it's okay, I'll leave now!"

With that, Wang Jie got up and stood up.

Both Chu Qian and the female manager were a little surprised. They didn't know why Wang Jie seemed a little angry for a moment.

The female manager frowned and wanted to speak, but Chu Qian shook her head slightly, then turned to Wang Jie and said, "Sorry, there may be something wrong with my expression. However, Mr. Wang's sense of pleasure is indeed extraordinary. I just let It’s not a coincidence that the musician deliberately played a syllable wrong in the whole piece of music, and you can hear it unconsciously.” At this point, Chu Qian paused and said with a smile: “I have a presumptuous request. , The folk orchestra under our company will have a large-scale tour soon. Before that, many musicians have to be recruited. If you are interested..."

"Thanks!" Before Chu Qian finished speaking, Wang Jie said nonchalantly: "I said last time that I am not interested in acting."

"No, I am not asking Mr. Wang to join the orchestra, but I want to hire you as the artist director to help me evaluate the newcomers." Chu Qian said sincerely.

This made Wang Jie a little surprised. They met together, but after listening to a piece of his own tune, he wanted to make himself an artist director?

"Don't rush to refuse!" Chu Qian also stood up and smiled slightly: "Knowing that you may not be interested in this matter, but the mountains and rivers make it hard to find a friend. Don't you think that if I carry a bundle of firewood on my back, I can also do the clock period. ?"

When she was talking, Chu Qian laughed first. The woman's smile was elegant, but very infectious. Two thin lips were smiling, her long eyes were smiling, and the two dimples on her cheeks were also smiling.

Having said that, Wang Jie has no reason to refuse directly.

"Well, I think about it!"

"Thank you!" Chu Qian suddenly took Wang Jie's hand, and wrote a series of phone numbers on the back of her hand with a pen: "You didn't take my business card last time, so I had no choice but to do so. Otherwise, I'm really afraid of your rejection. I."

Suddenly Wang Jie felt that this girl was a bit interesting, and she was not like those rich girls in the traditional sense.

When Wang Jie came out, Zhang Dabiao was leaning on the wicker chair of the swimming pool in the lobby, eating English pineapple in one hand, holding a cold drink in the other, and standing in front of four bikini girls... How about the prince of the African Ayi Turtle Tribe!

Looking at the backs of Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao, the female manager standing on the observation deck on the second floor said: "Miss, there is a gangster in the bones of this person, and the edge is too sharp."

The corner of Chu Qian's mouth lightly raised, and said lightly: "In this world, there are too many people who follow the rules, and those who don't follow the rules look so different. What's more—his identity is special..."