Chapter 52: The Man Behind the Scenes

Wang Yao naturally relied on it to do this kind of thing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His reliance is that this is the territory of the Huaxia Dragon Kingdom, and there are thousands of Dragon Country people here, so naturally he will not let a group of foreign hooligans bully one of his children.

I'm still a child, but on the other side is a group of adult men who are five big and three thick, no matter in terms of figure or age, Wang Yao is weak.

Anyone who has bitten his tongue knows what it means to be so painful that he wants to die but can't make a sound, and the sound seems to be only in his throat and eyes to become a muffled snort of pain, and just now, Murakami almost fainted, it hurt too much.

So much so that he was dragged out of the backstage by Wang Luo to the corridor and did not recover, his whole brain was buzzing, and his whole body was in pain to the point of convulsions.

“%…… ￥%*”

“￥%……#%……#”

“&…%￥##@”

Six or seven Dongying men shouted and scolded Wang Yao with annoyance on their faces, although Wang Yao couldn't understand it, but it could be seen from their angry expressions that they were very angry.

"Excuse me, tell them, don't scream, it's them who are ashamed. Wang Yao pressed Murakami to sit on a stool in the corridor and said to the translator with a smile.

The translator swallowed his saliva, and his face turned into a vegetable, "Little comrade, what are you doing here, it's not right to beat people." ”

"You are a translator, if something happens to him, are you also responsible?" asked Wang Yao with a puzzled face.

The translator's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly grabbed the Dongying people beside him and muttered in bird language, as if explaining something.

The Toei man was also very emotional, pointing to Murakami, who was still kneeling on the ground and curled up, and shouted at the interpreter.

Wang Yao watched the two groups of people quarrel like dogs eating dogs, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, glanced down at Murakami, who seemed to have slowly regained his senses, and lowered his voice and smiled, "I know you can speak Huaxia, we met in the morning." ”

Murakami's eyes were red and full of tears, not because he was crying, but because of the physiological reaction after being bitten on his tongue, there was saliva at the corner of his mouth, and his originally handsome face was now looking at Wang Yao like a retarded person.

The strength in Wang Yao's hand increased slightly.

"Heh!" Murakami let out a low roar, and then looked at Wang Yao with wide-blooded eyes, as if he was much more sober, "Release, let me go." ”

Murakami's tongue was slurred.

Wang Yao smiled, "Can you tell me, who wants to trouble our troupe?"

Murakami's blood-filled red eyes obviously flashed with a hint of surprise as he looked at Wang Yao.

"Don't want to say?" Wang Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then you are a dead sheep for nothing, willing?"

Murakami was stunned, a thought flashed in his heart, and then the anger in his eyes increased.

As the Dongying delegation and the organizer of the Huaxia Dongying Opera Friendship Cup, he naturally will not find trouble with a troupe for no reason, someone must be in the back of the way, and it is also a troupe that has grievances with Mao Weitao Yue Troupe.

In the morning, Mao Weitao took Wang Yao to meet the heads of many troupes, all kinds of dramas, on the surface, everyone is indeed harmonious, but Wang Yao also knows a truth.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

There will always be some things where you see him unhappy, he sees you unhappy, or some conflicts of interest.

These are all normal, Wang Yao used a small psychological warfare trick to make Murakami mistakenly think that the person who asked him to find fault was a trick on him, so that he could tell the real mastermind.

These are all things that Wang Yao has learned from various storytelling novels recently, and he plans to read "The Art of War" or something when he has time.

Although Murakami is a Dongying person, he has been in Huaxia for more than ten years, and he has been dealing with Huaxia people for a long time, so he naturally understands Wang Yao's meaning, although he knows that it is likely to be Wang Yao's counter-strategy, but it is indeed a fact that he was beaten.

And if it really spreads, he was beaten by a half-year-old child, and his face was indeed gloomy, but the person who asked him to find fault must have known that Mao Weitao had such a little junior brother, and it is very likely that that person was also cheating him, although the motive is unknown.

However, it is an indisputable fact that he was beaten, and he couldn't let others feel better if he was not happy, a trace of viciousness flashed in his heart, and Murakami decided to be the mastermind behind the public animals, and let Wang Yao settle accounts with them, and then find another opportunity to clean up Wang Yao, a child.

I didn't know that Wang Yao had such good skills, and next time, I would definitely make Wang Yao's death ugly.

Having made up his mind, Murakami took two breaths and withdrew an ugly smile, "Little brother, I was also confused, it was a misunderstanding." ”

"Who is it?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.

"Li Zhuo. Murakami said through gritted teeth.

Wang Yao was stunned, thinking of the tall and handsome man last night.

How could it be him?

"Little brother, you let me go, I'll tell you the reason. Looking at Wang Yao's stunned expression, Murakami said with a smile.

"I'll let you go, you won't let your men beat me. Wang Yao pretended to be scared and said.

"Didn't you look, did anyone notice this? Murakami grinned with an ugly smile, "These people, unless I want to go to jail." ”

Wang Yao glanced around, and sure enough, when this group of Dongying people was noisy just now, it attracted the attention of many people, although there was only one stage in this stage, but there were several in the waiting room, and there were many of them placed here to wait for rehearsals, and they all came out to see the excitement when they heard the noise.

Wang Yao smiled, let go of the hand that was pressing the name of the mountain village, and helped him to the seat, "Let your subordinates be quiet, or people will think that we are fighting." ”

Murakami wiped his snot and tears while looking at Wang Yao with strange eyes.

This child, who laughs very innocently, is simply a terrible belly monster.

However, Murakami didn't want to attract too much attention, so he gave a few orders to his subordinates who were still arguing with the interpreter.

Finding that Murakami's name was released, the other Dongying people immediately waved their fists and were about to hit Wang Yao.

Murakami scolded, and those people looked at each other instantly, then put down their fists and looked at him in confusion.

Murakami said a few words, and the rest of the Dongying people all gritted their teeth and looked at Wang Yao, but turned away.

"Wipe it. Wang Yao smiled and took out a napkin from his pocket and handed it to Murakami.

"Thank you. Murakami responded hypocritically, wiping his nose and tears, his hands still shaking.

Wang Yao was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

"You said that Mao Weitao is your senior sister and a member of the Baihuayue Troupe?" asked Murakami, with his tongue wide open.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, he still just knew that Mao Weitao's troupe was called Baihuayue Troupe, and nodded.

"Then your senior sister didn't tell you, what will be the reward for winning the Friendship Cup this time?" asked Murakami, rubbing his arm.

Wang Yao shook his head.

"Well, I don't really need to tell you how old you are. Murakami muttered in Toei, "The troupe that won the award this time will represent your China and participate in the next European cultural performance, which is a very important international event and many troupes value it." ”

Wang Yao's brows stretched, as if he understood something.