Chapter 36 White wattle

Under the leadership of the attendant, Qiao Xiu passed through a corridor with oil paintings on both sides. August 1st? Chinese? Network? W?W (eight) W?. (8) 8 (eight) 1? Z? W (1). ?COM

The theme of the oil paintings is all depicting the scenes of war, the swords are intertwined, the blood is dripping, the skeleton and the body are the most common decorations on the oil painting.

These paintings made Qiao Xiu feel that he was at a war memorial, not a theater for performances.

The corridor was not long and soon came to an end. The attendant stopped at the door and walked over to make a request.

If the door is behind the theater manager's office, anyone who comes to visit, as a servant, he should first step on the door to remind him, but the servant did not.

Because of the noise in the room, even if he knocked on the door, people in the room would not hear it.

"Even if you ask for a higher price, I won't sell the theater to you!! You despicable businessmen! Get out of me!"

"Silver White Flower, your repertoire is out of date, and now no theater company is willing to come to you to perform, so why not make a last profit and then retire?"

"The classics will never go out of fashion! Even if there is a final audience, this theater will continue to go on. If you don't leave, I will use mandatory means!"

The snoring from the door made the expression on the waiter look a bit ugly. It didn't take long for two men in black costumes to come out of the room. They just glanced at Qiao Xiu and Joe Hurricane. After Shiri, he chose to leave with an angry choice.

At this time, Qiao Xiu officially sorted out his clothes, because then he will have a business meeting, and the object of the negotiations seems to be not very good.

"Please wait for me here." After Qiao Xiu's Heli and Herlan left behind him, he directly pushed the door and walked into it.

"Malone, I didn't say no matter...wait...who are you?"

There was only one person in the room. He was sitting behind the office wooden table in the center. He was very fat and wearing heavy clothes... The most striking thing was that he had blush on both sides of his cheeks and his lips seemed to use some The color of the color is a layer of ruddy color.

It seems that this fat man who seems to have some guns is the owner of the theater, Sir Bai Jinghua.

"A collaborator who can save your theater."

Qiao Xiu thought about it, but chose to define his identity as a collaborator. After all, Qiao Xiu has no troupe. Qiao Xiu has only the crew, a behind-the-scenes crew composed of demons and undead.

"Partners? Have you heard the swearing of me just now? You guys don't want to get an inch of land from this theater!"

His emotions were still a little excited and very impatient. He pressed the bell on the table and instantly walked out of the tall, two-handed caster in the other door of his office.

The white wattle, who is burning in anger, is ready to catch up.

This is completely irritated by anger and lost his mind. It is impossible for Joe to make him quiet and negotiate, so Qiao Xiu can only take out the badge given by the skeleton.

The badge with the unknown pattern was taken in by Qiao Xiu. The white jingle jazz had a good eyesight. He quickly saw the badge on Joe’s hand. His performance was the same as that of the attendant. The expression suddenly stiffened and replaced with a fearful emotion, but he quickly calmed down.

The two casters who had just been called in by the white porch were preparing to throw out Joe, but they were stopped by him.

"What to do! He is a guest! Go and ask someone to make a pot of black tea!"

"..."

The face of the skeleton is really not too big.

Qiao Xiu looked at the two casters and hurried to another room. Instead, a female attendant hurriedly pushed out the dining car with the teapot and the teacup.

And Qiao Xiu was also very rude to sit directly at the position of Sir Bai Jinghua's desk.

The skeleton of the skeleton gave Joe Xiu more than just the face, and the life of the white jingle jazz. When Joe Xiu approached the chubby chubby, the signature of Joe’s left hand appeared.

His body has the magic of the skeleton bones... but the white wattle is not like an undead creature.

"You...what kind of adult did you send?"

When the female attendant who made the tea handed Joe a cup of black tea and then left the office, Sir Bai Jinghua asked in a fearful tone.

"No, I am his friend."

Although Qiao Xiu called the skeletal sergeant as a jazz adult, and the sacrum is called Huo Xiu as his high-ranking priest, but the status of Qiao Xiu and the sacral gong is equal. After the sacral gong became the fan of the movie "Beauty and Devil", Qiao Xiu The relationship with the Lich Lord has become more like a friend.

"Friend...friend..."

He seemed to realize how terrible the identity of Qiao Xiu was. He stood up and wanted to salute Joe, but he was stopped by Joe Xiu.

"I said that this time I came as a collaborator. Sir Bai Jinghua doesn't need to be too cautious."

"Partners, adults... please raise your hands. This theater was once brilliant in Nolan. You must have heard of the "Singer's Girl" and "Da Ge-Life" dramas. I am writing a script and performing at this theater."

In the tone of pleading, he said to Qiao Xiu, it seems that he really regarded Qiao Xiu as a businessman who bought his theater.

"Sir White Porch, what do you mean by ‘have’ brilliant?”

Qiao Xiu had aggravated the pronunciation of the word once, and Qiao Xiu took a look at a picture hanging on the wall behind the white jingle jazz. It was a picture of a girl in armor holding a flag. The overall composition is a bit like France. The painter Ou Ren’s "Freedom to Guide the People."

"It's the same now." Sir Bai Jinghua tried to justify.

“Now is it the same? No one in the hall is the most glorious moment of this theatre? Is my understanding of the word brilliant to be different from Jazz?”

Before this kind of loopholes, Qiao Xiu had countless ways to make him have nothing to say.

"Relax, Jazz, I am not coming to buy your theater, but I am here to save your theater."

Qiao Xiu looked at the jazz's neck and was flushed. The pale cheeks were filled with blood. He was afraid that he would suddenly have a heart attack and then die, so he directly confessed his intentions.

"Save?" Sir Bai Jinghua stopped to defend, waiting for Joe's following.

“Yes, I have a show that will allow your theater to return to its original glory and even go far beyond that period.”

Qiao Xiu has absolute confidence in "Beauty and Devil". The movie that can touch people is definitely a good movie. This movie can make the bones of the bones drop a few drops of soul fire. Qiao Xiu does not believe that these humans with tears will not be affected. infection.

"Performance? Sorry for the adults... I don't know if you are the manager of the troupe. What is the name of your troupe?"

Qiao Xiu’s answer made Bai Jinghua jazzy. He had two troupes, but all of them were dug by the **** Nolan National Theatre, so he was always ready to reconvene the man to build one, but if Joe Xiu is a In the words of the troupe's manager, Sir Bai Jinghua didn't mind letting Qiao Xiu's troupe go and try.

"I am not the manager of the troupe, nor the troupe." Qiao Xiu shook his head and said that he was not doing this.

"That..." Sir Bai Jinghua was in confusion.

"My show is here."

Joe repaired his finger and knocked on his suitcase.

"Sufficient to open a time...the show."

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