Chapter 211 Accepting a Disciple

This was the first time for Xibao to hear such fresh and refined dating skills, and she never thought that one day her affairs would rise to the level of national concern, and it would be for the United States, not China.

"puff--"

Xibao laughed directly.

Mr. Li became serious because he could see that Xibao's smile was not kind.

"Are you not satisfied with my proposal?"

Xibao spread his hands and asked, "Is there anything worthy of satisfaction?"

Mr. Li also leaned back on the chair and began to look at Xibao intently.

"If you have any other needs, why not mention them?"

Xibao then shrugged and said: "You just said that you want me to help spread the idea of ​​peace in the United States? Can I ask the specific content?"

Mr. Li pursed his lips, since they needed Xibao's help, they would have to tell her about this part sooner or later, so they might as well ventilate it first.

"It is through your ability to compile some modern dramas that are acceptable to the public and spread the ideas that we need to tell the Chinese people in order to achieve the goal of peaceful coexistence."

"Are you talking to the Chinese people? Aren't you talking to invaders like you, telling them not to occupy our country?"

Xibao was a little emotional.

Mr. Li immediately spread his arms, trying to calm Xibao's emotions, "Don't be so excited. One thing you need to understand is that the United States has never participated in a war with China. You invited us here. Now everyone is here

All countries on this piece of land have the right to peace, and we are just working hard for this."

Xibao was immediately laughed out of anger by Mr. Li. It was too late to stay for one more second. She stood up suddenly and said coldly to Mr. Li: "So what you mean is that none of you are wrong.

Being invaded and having our land and resources robbed is our own responsibility as Chinese people, and our actions to drive away the invaders are destroying peace?"

When Xibao said this, tears were almost shed.

She couldn't help but think of the provincial businessman who fell under the ax of a Rakshasa sailor in the square.

"Why did you say your name was Li?"

Mr. Li expressed regret that Xibao could not remember his name, but he still repeated it very gentlemanly: "Mike, Mike——"

"No matter what it is! Fake foreign devils! If your parents are really from China, then they must have told you that we Chinese are the ones who cannot forget our roots.

Before you said what you just said, have you ever thought that Chinese blood is flowing in your body?

If you act like someone else's lackey, don't you think your conscience will hurt?"

As Xibao said this, he picked up his bag and was about to leave, but Mr. Li was still blocking the way out. Xibao was so angry that he simply took off his high heels and climbed over the stairs in twos and twos.

Some foreigners in the restaurant who didn't know the truth even applauded her and praised Chinese Kung Fu.

Mr. Li did not expect Xibao's reaction to be so strong. He looked at Xibao's back in wonder and could not look away for a long time.

At this time, his companion came up to him and asked about the progress of the negotiation. Mr. Li could only shrug at him and said in English: "We may need to find a more suitable partner. After all, women are emotional animals, and our

There is no match for a great cause."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at Xibao's figure through the window, and said to himself in Chinese: "Although as a woman, she is still very cute."

"What did you say? Mike?"

Mr. Li then looked away, put his arm around his companion's shoulders and smiled: "It's nothing. The moonlight tonight is beautiful. It's suitable for you to stay drunk, isn't it?"

Xibao was so angry that he didn't even get in the car at the door. He directly called a rickshaw and fought all the way home.

Wen Zhongjun and the others are having dinner at home right now.

"Why are you back now? Didn't you go on a date?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously covered his mouth, almost exposing the fact that he and Tang Manruli worked together to trick Xibao into going on a blind date.

Xibao glared at him, walked straight to the phone, and called Tang Manru's home.

"Aunt Tang, I don't care what your dealings with those foreigners are, but one thing is, don't involve me in anything you do in the future. Although I, Liu Xibao, am a humble actor, I also know that I am an upright Chinese."

Tang Manru was confused, "What's wrong? But you didn't enjoy chatting with Mike? Is there some misunderstanding? He is a very good person, rich, status and a gentleman. The key is that you are in the same family, Yuwen Shike Jue

I don’t dare to touch you, isn’t that great?”

"Good? Not good at all! I have tens of thousands of Chinese people as my backers, so I am not afraid of Yuwen Shike. There is no need to find a fake foreign devil as my backer!"

Xibao was very angry and hung up the phone directly.

"Hello? Xibao——"

Tang Manru held the phone with a puzzled look on her face and said to herself: "But Mike also said that he likes Xibaolai very much. What is going on?"

"Madam, it's time to change the dressing."

Xiaoxiang took the phone back and put it back, helped Tang Manru change the potion, and then settled her back down again.

Tang Manru has had diarrhea and vomiting for the past two days, but the doctor said it was just ordinary gastroenteritis and gave her fluids for two days, and she has some appetite to eat today.

The news of Xibao's return to Shanghai spread quickly. Su Yawang and the others naturally came to visit as soon as possible. Today's Shangya class is no better than before. Sun Yaling and the others have become their own bosses after graduating from the department. Several girls have already

Married.

Nowadays, apart from Gao Yaen and Su Yawang, the only one left with Tian Wuji is Liu Xiaomei.

However, Su Yawang's reputation is not small, so it is not a problem to support the troupe.

Xibao also learned about Ai Lingzhi and Li Xiangjun from their mouths.

Later, Li Xiangjun became addicted to drinking and smoking, her voice was unstable and she no longer attracted crowds. She completely fell out with her aunt, took her small treasury and eloped with a drummer.

Ai Lingzhi is doing better, she married a foreign goods owner, and now she is a rich lady and has stopped singing.

"What are your plans? Do you want to join my theater troupe?"

Su Yawang extended an olive branch to Xibao, but Xibao shook his head and said, "I'm here to help, don't I want to steal your limelight again?"

Su Yawang does not deny this. Even though she is very popular now, she is still far behind Xibao. She is aware of this.

Xibao looked into the distance and sighed: "I always work with others, and it's not a big deal if I don't have a fixed troupe. I'm thinking, I still want to have my own troupe."

"Do you want to take on a disciple?"

Su Yawang was shocked. As the saying goes, if you feed your apprentice, you will starve your master to death.

If Xibao wants to accept a disciple, he must devote some energy to teaching, and naturally less energy will be devoted to himself.

This is very disadvantageous for an actress who is still on the rise.

But Xibao didn't care anymore. She had already thought about it from the moment she was persuaded by Mei Zilan. If she wanted to take revenge in an upright way, she would still have to use an operatic method to let everyone in the world know Yuwen Shike's face.

In this case, she will have her own troupe and find some trustworthy people to help her...
Chapter completed!