At the entrance of Lichi Grand Theater---

Because there are famous actors performing in the theater tonight, the entrance of the theater is very lively, and many night market stalls come to hear the news and are preparing to make a fortune while the business is good here.

Not only those who bought and sold fruits, sugar cane, fish balls, and fat intestines came over, but even those who sold chezai noodles and wonton noodles came over.

For a moment, the entire theater entrance was surrounded and there were shouts, making a lot of lively.

Hu Yaotai held a bowl of steaming curry fish balls in one hand, and held a long sticky hand to his mouth with the fish balls in the other hand, and said in his mouth: "Oh, hot! Oh, delicious! It tastes really good!"

Next to him, Hu Laosi, who was trying to squeeze sugarcane juice, looked at his unscrupulous son who only knew how to eat, but he couldn't help but say angrily: "Scared, don't eat it anymore. Look, I'm almost busy, so I can't come and help me!"

Hu Yaotai curled his lips, "You are so embarrassed to say that I was arrested by a messenger yesterday, and you didn't even look at me, let alone bail!"

"Bad is a cost of money. Look at you, you're out now!" said Mr. Hu. "Besides, you're not going in once or twice. Every time you're bailed, you go in again. Staying in prison is more busy than going home!"

"Then you can't be so cold-blooded, at least you can give me a bowl of rice!"

"Uh, now the prison doesn't care about food?"

"That's not a prison, it's a detention room--no matter what you don't care about!" Hu Yaotai became more and more angry as he thought about it. He thrust a bunch of fish balls into his mouth, and said while chewing, "That's why I eat like this. Do you know why? I'm hungry!"

"I think you are a starving ghost and reincarnated!" Mr. Hu no longer paid attention to his son and began to turn the newly welded sugarcane juicer with his hands, stuff a thick sugarcane into it and slowly squeeze out the green juice. Then he packed it in a disposable paper cup and carefully handed it to the girl who had been waiting for a long time.

The girl happily took the sugarcane juice, paid for it, and asked for another straw, drinking it beautifully.

Behind her, there were long queues, winding like long dragons.

Everyone is very curious about this new type of sugar cane juice and wants to have a look.

Mr. Hu's business is very good, and those who originally sold sugarcane but had extremely poor business, even slapped flies.

Seeing that there were more and more people on Mr. Hu’s side, the sugarcane stall owners couldn’t help but feel sad. Although they paid the land fee for those local snakes and could sell sugarcane in a good location, Mr. Hu relied on this secret weapon to crush the whole audience. The good business was jealous.

"He robbed his mother of the business!"

"Who said no--I don't know where he made such a thing!"

Those who sell sugarcane commented on Mr. Hu and his stall.

Here----

Seeing that his father's business was so good, Hu Yaotai curled his lips and said, "It's not bad. Ah Xian just gave you a few tips and you made this machine. It seems that your understanding is quite high."

Dad Hu snorted, "It's not that I have a high understanding, but that I have strong hands-on skills - it's that I'm welding. I worked as a welder when I was young."

"Oh, you can even weld it?"

"I know more about you, but you don't know."

"I'm quite old, but I don't know how to be modest at all." Hu Yaotai gave his father a blank look, then threw the whole fish ball box onto the ground. A customer happened to pay, so Hu Yaotai took it quickly and then smiled and said, "You can buy a cup of juice."

Dad Hu said angrily: "Your dad, I sell juice, or are you freshly squeezed sugarcane juice--You are actually going to buy something else?"

"It's different. I want to drink apple juice, orange juice, and pear juice---can you squeeze it out by this machine?" Hu Yaotai said in his mouth, but his eyes suddenly looked straight ahead.

Mr. Hu stirred the sugarcane machine and saw that his son had not yet left, he couldn't help but look up, but saw his son standing hysterically, looking ahead.

"Hey, snatch, what's wrong?"

"Old man, I seem to see Ah Xian."

"Uh, Ah Xian?"

"Yes, I saw him and others entering the theater."

Dad Hu smiled, "I guessed you right when you look dazzled! Do you know how much it costs to go into the theater to watch a show? Don't talk about Ah Xian, even if you have been working hard for so many years, I haven't been in!"

Hu Yaotai: “…?!”

He rubbed his eyes hard, "Well, you're right! Maybe I'm really dazzled, how could Ah Xian appear here?"

...

As soon as Su Dingxian walked into the Lichi Grand Theater, there were a row of more than ten beauties of red cheongsams bowing to him and saying hello.

All of those beauties are charming and beautiful, and they are average tall, seemingly well-trained, so that their smiles are charming and their sounds are so coquettish that you are unconfused.

Such a formation, coupled with the magnificent glazed gold lamp above the head, the marble floor that can be seen by the feet, and the large octagonal red lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor, give people a sense of mystery that is majestic and winding.

The "watermelon head" A Quan, who had nostrils facing the sky, walked next to Su Dingxian and was always paying attention to Su Dingxian's expression.

A Quan remembered clearly that when he and Mr. Zhuang came here, he was shocked by the luxury here. He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth for a long time. Therefore, he was scolded by Mr. Zhuang, saying that he was embarrassed and had never seen the world.

Now that A Quan has determined that Su Dingxian is a fake and pretends to be a rich man, he must have never seen such a big scene, and it might be even more embarrassing.

A Quan was looking forward to it, looking forward to it---

But---

Nothing appeared.

Su Dingxian was calm and composed in the face of such a scene. He could even be said to be like walking around in the garden. He was so calm and elegant, both in his expression and manner.

"Uh, why is this happening?" A Quan, who has always looked at people's nostrils and is super stingy, couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

Soon, A Quan took Su Dingxian to the hall of Lichi Grand Theater.

at this time---

The huge theater was full of guests. Looking around, it was an arc-shaped venue, densely filled with people. At this moment, people were crowded with applause.

And on the big stage in the middle, the famous Cantonese song "Autumn Hate of the Guest Path".

A white-faced young actor wearing costumes and oily makeup on his face sang in Cantonese on the stage: "The cool breeze is trustworthy, and the autumn moon is boundless. Looking at me, I feel like I am like the day is like the year. The young actor is named Mu, and the character Lianxian is the name. For the sake of remembering the affectionate singing girl, she is called Mai Shi Qiujuan..."

"Good! Sing well!" Zhuang Shao Zhuang Wenjie sat in the VIP seat, applauded and applauded at the stage, then turned his head to a thin man beside him and said, "Master Deng, how do you think this person sang "Qiuhen" compared to you?"

The thin man was wearing a long blue gown. In the hot weather, he was actually surrounded by a white scarf. His hair was meticulously combed and his eyebrows were delicate. When he saw Zhuang Wenjie ask a question, he replied in a thick voice: "Each one has its own merits."

Zhuang Wenjie laughed: "Master Deng is humble. Who doesn't know your name in Hong Kong? This song "Hate of the Guest Path" is your famous song! Even if the voice of this person on the stage is melodious and gentle, he is still a little bit worse, and lacks the penetration power of your old voice!"

The man in blue smiled slightly, showing his humility.

But Su Dingxian could hear clearly from the side, and couldn't help but look at the man in blue for a long time, and said in surprise: "It turns out that this person is the famous 'charity actor' in Hong Kong---Xinma Shizeng!"
Chapter completed!