"Girl, let's go see you again when we have time!"

Queen Ma glanced at Lao Zhu, I don't know how far away I think I am!

There is no end of the world, only those who want to see it or not.

Forget it, I don't care about you.

With a step, Queen Ma finally left.

Lao Zhu was also completely relieved.

With palpitations, Queen Ma, who was waiting, walked away and immediately asked Mao Xiang outside the door.

"Mao Xiang."

"Yes."

"Say, how did the queen know about this?"

"Your Majesty, the news just came, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince appeared in the Qinhuai River Yanlou during the day, spent hundreds of taels of silver, and then went to the square and found out the manuscript of His Majesty ~ Lord Wang, and after you left yesterday, the queen called the prince, and there may be some connection between the two."

"If Your Majesty wants detailed information, you will check it out."

Touching his forehead, Lao Zhu could only sigh lightly.

Is this a woman's intuition? It's scary.

"No need, today and tomorrow, there will be some more people scattered there in the Qinhuai River, as long as it is over there, I will come back immediately to report."

"Yes."

Lao Zhu's father and son unknowingly became the eldest brother on the sixteenth floor, and Lao Zhu became a legend, successfully entered the set, and was caught by Queen Ma.

Zheng Xiong didn't know anything about this.

If you knew, you might be overjoyed!

At the same time, Zheng Xiong is rehearsing songs and dances in the Teaching Workshop Division, preparing for tomorrow.

On such a good day, if you don't do something, you can't say anything.

The girl on the sixteenth floor is too mobile after all.

With freedom, many people are like moths to a fire, even if they have the temptation of high salaries, they are determined to leave.

Iron battalions, flowing soldiers.

There is also the prefect of the broken family.

No one knows how long the policy given by Zheng Xiong can last, and whenever there is an opportunity, they will slip away.

If you have money, you don't make money.

So the retention rate on the sixteenth floor is not high, and the same is true for rich businessmen, and the beloved girl is gone, so he doesn't look at it.

Now that the training of the Workshop Division, Zheng Xiong plans to merge into another system to create a group of stars.

Get a steady stream of traffic.

And the fan economy will never go out of style, and there are few people who appreciate it anymore.

Stabilizing this large wave of willing to spend has become a top priority.

The method is very simple, the fan economy, or the first card, to be precise, is a stable top card.

Who else could be more talented than the young lady from the Faculty Division?

The answer is no.

High quality, good looks.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and song always have a characteristic that can scratch the itch of others.

No single individual or team can be more professional than the Faculty Division.

Music, music and dance, the teaching department is basically a top existence.

At the same time, there will be no shortage of people in the Workshop Division.

If you give freedom, you will give freedom, and Zheng Xiong will not regret it.

The next is the same strategy, but Zheng Xiong will not release people so easily, especially the high-quality batch.

Freedom can be given, but you must continue to be a worker, this is Zheng Xiong's idea.

The group of people in front of me are both men and women.

My personal understanding of music, music and dance is top-notch.

There are natural shows that are often named above, bead curtain shows, and even more unknown ones.

These people are all in the queue where Zheng Xiong is training.

Training traditional dance music, this group of people in front of Zheng Xiong, each of them may be able to kill themselves in seconds.

But in terms of stimulating the desire in the hearts of the audience, Zheng Xiong can kill everyone present in seconds.

The girl has seen a lot, and Zheng Xiong still has a lot of experience in scratching her head and posing.

The first thing to look at is the costumes.

The clothes are half-leaking and looming, which is the best state.

But it's a little vulgar, I'm a reader anyway, so I can't be too explicit.

Therefore, Zheng Xiong specially got a cheongsam for these girls two days in advance.

Cheongsam, kitsch but not vulgar.

The cheongsam made of silk is painted with landscape patterns, and there are also classic blues, and there are more other colors, none of which are the same.

Refer to the style of the Republic of China, but improve it.

It is necessary to show your hands, and your beautiful legs must also leak out.

The Republic of China is still a little conservative, and the thighs are not split.

Split from the root of the thigh, fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs are all leaking.

The feeling came up instantly.

Hair is not done, Eastern and Western cultures are blended, women pursue equality, and strive to be equal to men from the integration of clothing, which is understandable, and the product of cheongsam can also prove that this change is positive.

But the big wavy hair is very inconsistent.

The green silk hanging down the cheeks and the long hair without shoulders are slightly bundled, which can better reflect the classical beauty of my Chinese girl.

Fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs, plus a cheongsam, quite silky.

The green silk on her cheeks is drooping, and the young lady who does not apply powder has already beaten the so-called good-looking anchor that Zheng Xiong has seen with her beautiful face alone.

With the blessing of the cheongsam, Zheng Xiong's saliva unconsciously flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and he was a little out of shape for a while.

"Master Hou, do you think this is okay?"

It's okay! It has to be done!

Zheng Xiong was sitting precariously, looking at the masterpiece he had made.

"Yes, have you learned the tunes you taught them?"

"The tune you teach is not long, and you can sing it with a little recitation, except for some skills that you have not mastered and do not match what the Hou Ye sang, the others are almost the same."

Zheng Xiong wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth without a trace, squinted his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Okay, you arrange for them to show Benhou, I'll see what are the shortcomings, and give you advice."

"Yes, Master Hou."

When Si Le heard this, he immediately arranged.

Nine young ladies stood in a row, remembering with the sound of music, stretching their singing voices.

The conditions do not allow it, so Zheng Xiong generally chooses the chorus mode to increase the volume.

The singing voice in front of me came, and with the young lady's gently swaying body, there was that smell.

"Sweet honey, the sweetness of your smile, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze~"

That's right, it's Teresa Teng's sweetness.

These girls have mellow, sweet, gentle and gentle voices, showing gentleness.

Although it is a chorus, it has a unique flavor.

At the end of the song, Zheng Xiong was immersed in it, and hearing such pure music in this ancient period, not to mention how touching and intoxicating it was.

The few people standing on the side, as long as they were men, were all intoxicated.

The flowers are getting more and more charming!

I'm used to seeing it, and it's not weird, but the sudden change of style is still distracting.

The front is convex and backward, which is too silky.

"Master Hou... My lord..."

This soft shout woke up Zheng Xiong and the others.

Seeing a few people wake up, several girls smiled and picked up a fan to hide their faces.

Who can withstand the charm of this moment!

Although it was his masterpiece, Zheng Xiong was stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, after all, he is a person who has experienced strong storms, and Zheng Xiong reacted quickly this time.

Coughing slightly to hide his embarrassment, Zheng Xiong said immediately.

"Good, good, next batch."

(End of chapter)