Cheng Xiaolou looked at Wu Mantun with a frightened and confused face, and then looked at the excited fans in the audience, and suddenly he was a little dumbfounded.

He glanced at the dozens of people who had already rushed to the stage, and found that there was a fat man weighing at least more than two hundred pounds, who was pouting his ass and jumping up and trying to climb up on the stage.

Most of the remaining fans got up from their chairs, and they all looked like they were gearing up, and Cheng Xiaolou's scalp was numb when they saw it.

"Senior brother, what's the situation now?"

Cheng Xiaolou leaned sideways slightly, and asked in a voice that only he and Duan Lanquan could hear.

"Probably, like, probably...... It's for our grievances. ”

Duan Lanquan swallowed his saliva on crutches and replied uncertainly.

“……”

Cheng Xiaolou guessed the beginning, but didn't guess the ending, because he didn't have a clear enough understanding of his appearance today and his performance on stage.

It's too popular with fans, and sometimes it's a headache.

In the past, Cheng Xiaolou heard that some people were so obsessed with Master Mei Lanfang that they couldn't tell whether they were men or women, and even the Empress Dowager Cixi loved him to the bone and let him be his own face.

There are also rumors that he had a close relationship with every "King of Beijing" during that period, including Yuan Datou, Wu Peifu, Duan Qirui, and Zhang Zuolin...... Such a big warlord.

At the beginning, Cheng Xiaolou always felt that the rumors were too fake, how could anyone really be as pampered as thousands of people, and it was both men and women.

It wasn't until now that he really understood that a "good-looking", "bright-voiced", "good-figure", "good singing", and "good eyebrows" Tsing Yi can indeed exude a good charm when standing on the stage.

It was also after seeing the madness of these fans in the audience that he faintly felt that some rumors about Master Mei Lanfang were probably not groundless.

Of course, Cheng Xiaolou never doubted Master Mei Lanfang's character, cultivation and professional ethics.

Only those who come out of the sludge and are not stained can become the true king of the world.

Seeing that some fans in the audience were upset for him, and the fierce crusade against Wu Mantun was fierce, he didn't know how to end it for a while.

If left unchecked, Cheng Xiaolou even suspected that Wu Mantun would be beaten to death by those crazy fans.

"Although Wu Mantun is hateful, even if he is really killed, he deserves it, but he should not die on this stage, let alone in the hands of these fans. ”

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaolou turned his head to look at Wu Mantun, who was already completely frightened, took a deep breath and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone, everyone!

He called "everyone" three times in a row, and the excited fans in the audience slowly quieted down.

Several of the most agile young people have already climbed to the edge of the stage at this time, if Cheng Xiaolou hadn't stopped him in time, I'm afraid Wu Mantun would have been unlucky.

"These friends, would you please go down first?"

Cheng Xiaolou smiled politely at the few people on the edge of the stage, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Several people nodded in unison, and without thinking about it, they turned around and jumped.

"Thank you. ”

Cheng Xiaolou smiled and thanked them lightly before looking forward and continuing: "Xiaolou thanks all friends for holding grievances for me, your intentions Xiaolou understands. ”

"However, our pear orchard has the rules of the pear orchard line, and the rules of rolling opera have been handed down by our ancestors for hundreds of years, and the losing side needs to pour tea to make amends. Although Wu Mantun has done a lot of evil, he is indeed hateful, but no matter what, I used to call him a master. Xiao Lou hereby implores you, how about letting me deal with it according to the rules?"

After Cheng Xiaolou finished speaking, he saluted everyone in the audience again.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

It is important to avenge this body and Duan Lanquan, but Cheng Xiaolou has his own way of doing things and his bottom line, and he doesn't want to be a person who stares into the abyss.

"Boss Cheng talks about rules and affection, but it's too cheap for that old thing. ”

"That's it, Boss Cheng is really both virtuous and artistic. ”

"Listen to Boss Cheng, do what you say. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, don't follow and coax, if you really do something to that guy, I'm afraid that Boss Cheng will be implicated at that time. ”

……

The person who can stand up for Cheng Xiaolou with righteous indignation is already obsessed with him from the bottom of his heart, and everyone will naturally not object to what he says.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the audience rushed to echo him, and there was a great sense of looking at him.

"Then Xiaolou thanked all my friends first. ”

Seeing that everyone was willing to listen to him, Cheng Xiaolou also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, in case someone really died under the excitement of the crowd, I am afraid that it will be really troublesome at that time.

"Wu Mantun, you're still embarrassed to lick your face and pestle here, why don't you hurry up and pour tea to make amends, do you really want to be punched to death by the big guy?!"

Although Duan Lanquan wanted to kick Wu Mantun to death with both feet, he also knew the seriousness of the matter, and after seeing Cheng Xiaolou calming the emotions of the fans, he immediately turned his head and shouted at Wu Mantun.

I don't know if Duan Lanquan's "Wu Mantun" shouted his soul back, or if this guy was frightened just now and deliberately pretended to be crazy and stupid.

After Duan Lanquan shouted, Wu Mantun rolled his eyes, and his old face turned sideways with a pale trembling face, looking pitiful as if he wanted to cry without tears.

"What, you don't want to?!"

Seeing him pitifully and shyly pretending to be stupid, Duan Lanquan's anger suddenly burst out again.

"No, I don't want to. ”

Wu Mantun hurriedly shook his head, and a layer of mist appeared in his old eyes unconsciously.

"! You think I'll let you go if you pretend to be pitiful?

Duan Lanquan smiled coldly in his heart with a gloomy face, and continued to yell at him without being half distracted: "Since you are willing, then you are still standing still?"

"I'm not moving, it's just ...... The leg is numb. ”

Wu Mantun's pitiful appearance looked getting older and older, he tensed his body and looked like he wanted to lift his legs, but his old face was flushed and he couldn't lift his feet.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up one foot with his hand and moved a small step forward, perhaps he was indeed frightened, he just put that foot down, and his body fell on the stage with a "bang".

The fall gave him two points of strength from the pain, and he struggled to get up and was able to move his body.

"Forget it, let your apprentice bring the tea. ”

Cheng Xiaolou looked at his weak twisting appearance, frowned and spoke again.

"The people behind the curtain, why don't you come up with two cups of tea?!"

Duan Lanquan glared at Wu Mantun viciously, then turned his head and shouted angrily at the back.

I don't know who agreed, and soon two cups of tea were brought to Wu Mantun.