Liao Xuebing glared: "What? Do you dare to argue with me? You, you, and you, bring the loudspeaker to the front desk and call to evacuate the masses in the direction of safety. Otherwise, when those ignorant young people make a fuss, there will be a trampling incident, and you will definitely not be able to eat this bowl of rice." He ordered a few people casually and jokingly and commanded, and those people really found the loudspeaker and ran to the front desk.

Liao Xuebing pointed at the agent again and said, "Hey, what are you looking at? Everyone is not idle, you dare to be lazy. The ground is so dirty. Take a mop to mop it and pour me a cup of tea later." Several other agents were scolded by him and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

The agent is a capable woman in her thirties. She has always been decisive in her work and is well-behaved and decent. She is known as a strong woman in the industry. Before she could even ask what happened to this inexplicable stranger, this kid turned his back and ordered herself.

"Hey! You just said you gave flowers to Miss Murong, how did you get in again now?" The agent asked back and winked at the security guard, wanting the security guard to come forward to scold him and to smear his majesty. But the security guard was Jiang Xiaoer, who was still indifferent if the agent blinked his eyes until his eyelids were called in.

"Hmph, bored, do you have to care about this?" Liao Xuebing walked to the dressing room with his hands behind his back.

When Murong Bingyu saw him having a joke, he was both funny and angry, and thought to himself: "This person is so boring!"

In the dressing room, it turned out that the off-shoulder silk long skirt was not suitable for wearing anymore. Murong Bingyu changed into a purple skirt and said to Liao Xuebing: "Haha, let's sit first. I used to think you were a bad person, but I didn't expect you to be quite kind-hearted."

"It's nothing, it's all my duty. You may not have heard that I have a name called "Losing and Good-Shi" Liao."

"Thank you for saving me just now, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. Our original grudges will be even. There is a 50,000 check here to repay you." Murong Bingyu took out the check book from his handbag and wrote a string of numbers, stamped and handed it to him.

Although Liao Xuebing was very greedy for money, he extorted and robbed, but he had never accepted charity. His face immediately darkened, and his nameless karma rose from his heart: Do you think I am a beggar? He said: "You should keep your own flowers."

"Why? No? Look at you so poor. You were so painful to death with a hundred yuan you just now. Take the money home to buy good clothes." Murong Bingyu said: "What are you pretending if you don't have money? 50,000 yuan is no longer a small amount. Do you still think it's too small?"

She might have said it by accident, or she really wanted to make him live a better life. Indeed, Liao Xuebing looked very down and out. Her shirt collar was worn and she was still wearing it. The inferior leather shoes on her feet also had a few pieces of leather off. This offended Liao Xuebing's self-esteem. He smiled sinisterly and took out a few cents of change from his pocket and scattered it on the ground, saying, "Miss Murong, I sang well today. This is what the uncle rewarded you."

"Hey, why are you like this?" Murong Bingyu wanted to help him, but he was ridiculed by him, and she was so angry that she trembled all over. A tall and tall star always enjoys the focal length of the spotlight and the attention of the world. Everyone treats her as a goddess. Even if she looks at her more, she feels rude. Why is this person always ungrateful? He immediately said angrily: "I've given you money when I see you being pitiful. Don't be rude!"

Murong Bingyu graduated from elementary school and then became a self-taught master. His musical attainments were genius, but his basic knowledge was weak. After becoming famous, he had a large number of agents who treated her on behalf of her. Most of the speeches at the press conference were written in advance by the company for her to read accordingly. In fact, there was very little experience in contact with people. In addition, everyone pursued her and no one accused her, so it was natural to say such words.

She didn't know that such words were actually very hurtful, and she said with a striking remark: "Look at how thin you are, you must have never eaten well. I usually spend a few thousand yuan on a meal."

"What's so proud of you, a stinky bitch? If it weren't for tens of thousands of fans giving you a gift, you wouldn't have to eat shit!" Liao Xuebing sneered, snatched the check from her hand, tore it into pieces in a few seconds, and sprinkled it on her head: "What's the 50,000 yuan? I think the paper is too slippery to wipe my butt."

When did Murong Bingyu hear such vulgar language? He didn't understand why Liao Xuebing got angry, and tears were turning around in his eyes: "If you don't want it, don't want it, what's the point of being a big man bullying a little woman?"

"It seems that I have no common language with you. I'm going to say goodbye." Liao Xuebing turned around and walked out of the dressing room.

Seeing that he left without looking back, Murong Bingyu said angrily: "Hmph, just leave, do you think I miss you!"

The fans outside had been evacuated. Lao Liao walked to the street and suddenly remembered: "Which bastard was pushing me at that time in the concert? I found out that I had to peel him off. Even the last few cents were thrown away because of my intent. I was so stupid." After cursing for a while, he started to complain: "I would have known that it would have been better if I had taken the 50,000 yuan. What kind of big heads would I pretend to be!"

***

September 27th, Friday, sunny and cloudy. Lao Liao stood at the gate of the school, tired and hungry, his calves kept twitching, holding the iron gate and gasping: "I wasn't late..."

Nonsense, after being penniless, I walked back to Aoshui Apartment from the gymnasium yesterday, and couldn't find a partner to rob. I woke up early this morning and had no money to buy breakfast. My car had been stolen. I ran to school with my empty stomach and legs. I was so tired that I almost exhausted. "Murong Bingyu, don't let me see you next time, otherwise I will gang rape a hundred times, and I will have three holes all over the top and bottom!"

He ran to the second-floor restaurant and told the chef all the good things. He also helped roll out a few pieces of dough. The chef gave him four small buns for free. After two bites, he was not so hungry.

As soon as the students' morning exercises ended, Lao Liao went to the classroom: "Who would like to go camping in the suburbs on Saturday?"
Chapter completed!