It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 392 [041] From Rap to Socks

The lead singer of the rap band at the rally was a girl with strange clothes and a Mohawk hairdo. At some point, Vale volunteered to be her opponent and they were having a rap head-to-head battle.

When Qin Jiandan and others arrived nearby, the Mohawk girl had just finished her performance and it was Vale's turn.

The husky girl closed her eyes tightly, and sang into the wireless microphone with abandon, imitating the rhythmic drum beats, and then danced and sang:

"Yo, Yo, listen up, I'm the rap mastermind of the snack world
Potato chips in hand, crunch, crunch, good rhythm

Chocolate bar, sweet and melody in the mouth

Crunchy nuts, healthy and delicious
Popcorn, fluffy, the best companion for outdoor movies

A piece of biscuit, crispy and crunchy, afternoon tea to cure your fatigue

Snack rap doubles the happiness and makes life more delicious
Yo, Yo, it’s not just about eating, it’s about living freely.”

While rapping, Vallee clapped her husky tail behind her denim shorts, drawing screams from the audience. Her last line, using the English word for "freedom," doubled her pronunciation for her identity as a "French" person, which was the icing on the cake.

Even so, the Special Zone is so close to the Night Dragon Club headquarters. Didn’t you see the sign hanging next to the headquarters gate that says “Dogs and English are not allowed”? Be careful, Master will hang you up and sprinkle you with pepper!

Well, to be honest, Master compressed the tough political attitude into the Flying Dragon Dark Pattern and passed it to me, which indeed became much milder. Otherwise, even if this band had 10 more courage, they would not dare to perform rap here.

With Qin Jiandan leading the way, Xiao Xia and Feng Jian also squeezed to the front of the audience, but Xiao Xia was obviously not interested in Vale's rap:
"What's so great about that? You chose snacks as the theme because there are still some snacks around your mouth that you haven't wiped clean yet, right? If it were me, I would definitely choose ninjas as the theme!"

After enjoying the audience's cheers, Vale was so excited that he didn't care about winning or losing. He handed the microphone to the band and walked to the edge of the performance venue to meet Qin Jiandan and others.

Before that, the Mohawk girl asked Vale to stay and asked her if she had any ideas about developing in the rap industry.

Vale asked back, "Have you ever thought of changing your hairstyle? You look pretty good. If you change your hairstyle, I will sleep with you... and rap with you!"

The Mohawk girl retreated in a cold sweat. Then her band changed to a male singer, who introduced themselves as the "Han Dynasty" band, and their goal was to create their own rap.

The male singer rapped faster, waving his arms and singing in one breath:

"Ghosts from the West, Yo, Yo, I'm awesome, but you don't know it. When I climb to the top, you'll all be dead. I won't pray for you, because I've driven God away. Your spirits are gone. Listening to your wails, my mood swings are subtle. Don't quarrel. The Huang Han is invincible. Yo, check it out~"

Qin Jiandan suddenly realized that although this band used the rap form, the content should be what his master liked more.

Master once said that no matter how radical the Huang Han are, they are still very good at not being dogs. No matter whether you are white or black, you are just Hu Ji and Kunlun slaves for the entertainment of our Chinese ancestors. We should have such backbone.

After singing a paragraph, the male singer raised his arms and shouted: "Han holds the majesty of heaven and rules over all nations. Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, they are all Han's subjects!"

Some audience members who were familiar with their band shouted along: "Open up the Western Regions, seal the Wolf's Lair, drink from the vast sea, carve a stone at Yanran, and plow the courtyard and sweep the caves!"

"The stars and the universe are all Han territory!"

"The stars and the universe are all Han territory!"

Although the words were exaggerated, Qin Jiandan also felt his blood boiling after hearing them.

Next, the band changed to a female singer, who sang a dittiest tune mocking foreigners:
"In faraway Texas, there is a group of Americans who command black people to pick cotton. After picking cotton, they feed them watermelons. If they don't work after eating watermelons, they will be whipped~~ In faraway New Delhi, there is a group of Brahmins, high castes, who are all superior people~~"

Surprisingly, Qin Jiandan felt that this band, which inherited the tradition of "King of Discrimination" from his master, had a higher appeal than Sanyi Temple, Sanzu Temple, and Sanniangniang Temple. On the one hand, these three temples have not been fully built, and on the other hand, the people like novel art forms to package their favorite content.

"Hey, hey!" Vale nudged Qin Jiandan, who was lost in thought, with his elbow. "I've spent all my money on snacks. Why don't you buy me a beer?"

Qin Jiandan was also craving for some wine, and there was a stall selling home-brewed beer nearby. He gave some money to Wale, who ran over and bought two cups.

He returned with beer and handed a glass to Qin Jiandan, but drank it first, leaving fine powder on his lips. Xiao Xia complained, "Why didn't you buy a few more for me and Feng Jian?"

Vale tilted his head back and drank the wine with a gulp sound to make up for the heat caused by the rap performance:

"You are minors, you are not allowed to drink."

"Nonsense!" Xiao Xia hugged Qin Jiandan's arms tighter, "I have already been a real woman!"

Feng Jian reminded from the side: "Miss, don't you not like drinking beer very much?" "Not liking to drink doesn't mean you can't drink!" Xiao Xia retorted, "I drank in the fire tongs group, and I can drink a lot! Remember to buy me some wine next time!"

The beer at the stall was sold very quickly. After Vale bought it, it was all sold out soon. Facing the continuous stream of beer lovers, the guy at the stall joked:
"We're really out of beer, but we have 'Cat Girl Foot Washing Water Coffee Mace Milk Tea', do you want any?"

A drunkard said angrily, "What bullshit! Do you stir your milk tea with a mace?"

The brothers Zhang Daju and Zhang Xima, who were setting up a stall nearby, triggered the element perception:
"Foot stir? Is it really foot stir? Was Cat Lady wearing stockings when she washed her feet? Was it stocking milk tea or coffee? Explain it to me!"

Qin Jiandan remembered that the Zhang brothers inspected the construction site in the morning, assessing the soil's bearing capacity and other geological conditions, and after finishing all this they actually came to participate in the street stall economy.

If you look closely at the products they sell, you will find that they are "tea bags made from socks worn by beautiful girls."

After confirming that the beer stand next door did not sell milk tea, the Zhang brothers continued to sell it:

"Beautiful girl socks tea bag! The feature is that it does not contain tea leaves, and it has an indescribable refreshing feeling! Anyone who drinks it will know!"

The light was bright in the morning, and even some people with special hobbies were too embarrassed to buy. Seeing that business was sluggish, the Zhang brothers tore open the seal of a tea bag in public, held it in their hands and shouted:
"The goods are genuine and the quality is good! Not to mention drinking it, even smelling it can help prolong your life!"

Vale's sense of smell is 10 times more sensitive than that of an ordinary person, and his face immediately changed color:

"It's actually real! Where did you get it from? Just now it was shit, and now it's smelly socks. Is this the end?"

Valei went to find a place to vomit. Xiao Xia took a step forward and finally let go of Qin Jiandan's tired arms:

"Humph, you two perverts were the ones who came up with the idea to let Zhu Shengzhi use my image to sell 'Ninja Soda'! You're even selling socks and tea bags here?"

Zhang Daju smiled and said, "Team Leader Xiao Xia, you don't quite understand. This is a noble hobby and the latest trend. After drinking it, I guarantee you will feel refreshed and energetic! Moreover, this tea bag is a limited edition. We bought it from door to door. It is very precious!"

"I think it's a limited edition of disgusting!" Xiao Xia fanned with her palm to reduce the stench, "Are you going to open a teahouse with socks as tea bags and make all customers wear gas masks to drink tea! And - what about the licensing fee for Ninja Soda? Zhu Shengzhi promised to give me a share, but there is still no sign of it!"

Zhang Xima said aggrievedly: "We have changed jobs and are no longer under Team Leader Shengzhi..."

Zhang Daju: "We have considered an upgraded version of Ninja Soda. If Team Leader Xiao Xia is willing to officially serve as the spokesperson, you will definitely get a share of the profits this time!"

Xiao Xia was very happy to hear this: "I don't think you dare! If you delay paying my endorsement fee again, I will let the young master deal with you!"

Having said that, he went back and hugged Qin Jiandan's arm.

Seeing Xiao Xia and the others moving forward, the Zhang brothers discussed in a low voice: "Team Leader Xiao Xia always wears black fishnet stockings, which are quite suitable for the ninja uniform, but they are too breathable and not good enough!"

"What a shame! What a shame! Such a waste of natural resources!"

Across a stall providing prosthetic repair services, Qin Jiandan unexpectedly discovered that Linlin was also setting up a stall, and she was not alone. Linlin brought Su Xiao, a new nurse recruited by Dr. Li, and was selling "spray socks cans".

"Easy to put on and take off, no need to wash, absorbs sweat and odor, the inventor personally demonstrated the effect, today's special price!"

Linlin was not wearing her usual dazzling kung fu uniform, but a short red cheongsam with the edges decorated with bright gold embroidery thread, which was a gift given to her by her master.

Because of the high degree of exposure, Linlin had only worn this cheongsam in front of Qin Jiandan before. However, today she sprayed black sock spray on the exposed areas of her white flesh. Not only did she have "black stockings" on her white legs, but she also had the concealing effect of a "black tights" near her shoulders.

The girl with a bun-like hair and cheongsam doubles the stereotype of Chinese girls.

Several interested customers, all women, gathered in front of the stall. One of them was trying the "flesh-colored" version. After spraying the sock coating on her thighs, she bent her knees and her knees started to tear.

"That's not right," Linlin advised, "After spraying, you need to keep a fixed position for 5 seconds so that it can completely solidify, otherwise it will easily break!"

The Zhang brothers, who were standing in a booth next to each other, looked at the user's open part and drooled, "This is the legendary 'lingering fragrance of pork shreds'! Why do you need to design an extra deodorizing function when the spray sock can is so convenient?"

Someone bought a few cans to take home. As soon as some space became available in front of the stall, Linlin continued to hawk:
"Spray socks 2.0! Just spray on your feet to quickly create a layer of thin nanostructured socks that are sun-protective, sweat-absorbent, breathable, and fragrant! You can easily put on over-the-knee socks without any effort!"

This sock spray can invented by Dr. Li and Linlin allows Linlin, whose left leg cannot bend at a large angle, to wear over-the-knee socks more easily. Linlin loves it very much, and she spares no effort to recommend it to everyone.

Wanting to demonstrate the effect of her proud invention but not wanting to expose large areas of skin in front of anyone other than her brother, Linlin sprayed a layer of black silk on almost all parts of her body except her head and arms. Her red cheongsam looked like it had a black tights underneath and black leggings underneath, and no one knew whether the two were connected in the middle.

In short, it's like a second layer of skin that has just taken an oil bath, cute yet playful, avant-garde and powerful - is this the legendary one-piece black stockings?
(End of this chapter)