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Chapter 112 Quan Xing is very idle, let’s do some work!

Outside the concert.

Ding Shimaan supported his waist with one hand and held the phone with the other. Because the environment was too noisy, he gradually couldn't hear Zhong Xiao's voice clearly, so he had to hang up after chatting for a few words.

He wished he could become a "ground-walking immortal" and burrow into the soil to get some peace and quiet for a while.

The crowd surged like a tide. Huge posters and banners could be seen everywhere, printed with photos of Chen Mulin and cheering messages that even kindergarten children were ashamed to say. One poster on the wall was even torn off, leaving only a corner. Generally, those who would do such a thing are not black fans, but rather some fanatical big fans.

The air was filled with the aroma of snacks such as popcorn and hot dogs, and the shouts of vendors could be heard one after another.

Some stalls selling peripheral products were crowded with people, and big fans were scrambling for souvenirs printed with idol images, or glow sticks and other items sold by vendors "claiming" to be official personnel.

In the center of the square, there was a conspicuous group of people wearing the same cheering uniforms... ahem, it was a cheering group. They were all spontaneously organized by like-minded people. They prepared a lot of clothes at the venue and distributed them to like-minded companions, and then they stood in the cheering queue together.

They shouted slogans in unison and struck Chen Mulin's classic dance poses and styles to build momentum for their idol.

Old Ding couldn't help but look towards the center of the square, feeling a little nauseous.

You say, little girls can just imitate it, if that doesn't work, old ladies can just dance it as a square dance.

But, can you guys, as a bunch of grown men, please stop imitating the actions of female idols?
Aren't you embarrassed?
This will have a huge impact on the snack stalls’ business!
The big screen outside was broadcasting Chen Mulin's live performance on stage. When Chen Mulin was off stage, some promotional videos collected by fans would be played.

In this square, everyone seems to be immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Except Ding Shimaan.

He was so worried that he took out his cigarette box and wanted to smoke, but as soon as he put the cigarette in his lips, he was immediately scolded by the aunt next to him.

"Young man, I really have to say something to you. Do you know how harmful secondhand smoke is? Can we old people bear it? Breathing secondhand smoke is more harmful than smoking!"

"No smoking in public places!"

"Is that right, everyone?"

As she spoke, the old lady started to incite the people around her, so they all attacked him and started to talk about Ding Shimaan's faults.

"Everyone, what do you think? Shouldn't the security guards ask this kind of person to leave?"

The aunt shouted loudly, as if Ding Shimaan was low on health, and she wanted to trigger a killing move and force Ding Shimaan to leave the field directly.

"Yes! Auntie is right!"

"Get him out! Get him out!"

"This kind of person with no manners is not our iLin!"

...i Lin?
Does anyone’s fans use this nickname now?

Is this considered plagiarism of cultural property rights? You are bullying my pigeons, right?
"Where's the security? Call him over and get him out!"

Ding Shimaan sighed and touched the mask on his face. In order to conceal their identities, he and Zhong Xiao both wore masks that Chen Mulin helped fit on their faces.

If the disguise technique was performed by someone else, it would be dispelled as soon as the Qi was used. However, Chen Mulin's mask made using the island country's magic was quite powerful and was not affected by it.

...I am a great hero, second to none in the world, yet I am being scolded by a bunch of irrelevant people!
It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Not only my uncle couldn't stand it, my aunt couldn't stand it either!
How can I, Ding Shimaan, tolerate this?

I fucking-

I can really endure...

In this era of rule of law, fighting and killing are not good. Although I am a Quan Xing, I am a law-abiding Quan Xing.

Besides, this matter can be resolved without the use of force.

Aren't they called security?
I’m just a security guard!

His current identity is still the head of the outfield security!

"The security guard is here! Hurry up and take care of this guy!" Along with the shouting, a young security guard wearing a security badge was pushed over by a few nosy people.

However, the moment he saw Ding Daoan, he wilted.

I thought someone was causing trouble, but it turned out to be this gentleman!

This is the prince appointed by the higher-ups. He may seem to be just a security captain, but the person who sent him here is the big boss of the capital!

This person may have money and free time, so he came here to experience life.

In short, you must not provoke him!
"Ahem, Captain, what's going on? Are these people causing trouble? Should we use the excuse of causing trouble to drive them out?"

The young security guard came close to Ding Shimaan's ear like a lackey.

Old Ding had just been scolded for a long time and was angry, so he nodded and agreed, "By the way, confiscate the stall selling peripherals. He is a shitty official. Give his messy stuff to the people in the square."

"Okay, I'll get someone to do it right away!"

The lackeys almost had "the leader is wise" written on their faces. They were originally fawning, but they turned around and changed their faces, and wanted to ask these troublemakers to leave the venue.

Ding Shimaan scratched his head, thinking that today's celebrity fans are really crazy. They just follow suit and make things happen in real life just like they do on the Internet.

They don't know the truth, but they can still attack it in groups.

The purpose of surfing the Internet is to have fun, not to hang yourself or get uncomfortable!
Ding Shimaan walked away, trying to find a quiet place.

Why hasn't this concert ended yet?
I'm going to fast forward to the kidnapping part!

The kidnappers must be almost asleep!

Having said that, according to the plan, Xia Liuqing and his group of "kidnappers" should have been in Chen Mulin's private lounge before the concert started. I don't know what they were doing, so I hope they didn't fall asleep.

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Backstage, corner.

Chen Mulin's private lounge.

In a soundproof room, four people are sitting around a mahjong table.

The sounds of "Bang!" "Gang!" and "Hu Le!" came one after another.

The mahjong tiles on the table were constantly pushed down, arranged in rows, and pushed down again, over and over again.

The sound of shuffling cards was crisp, Xia Liuqing raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of broken teeth, and played the cards in his hand with confidence.

The other three people who slammed the table were Shen Chong, Xia He, and Dou Mei.

Because of his conspicuous size, Gao Ning was not among the kidnappers. Instead, he was in the audience, just a spectator. When the plan was implemented, he tried to expand the scope of the Twelve Labor Emotion Formation as much as possible, incite the crowd, and create chaos.

So, there were exactly four people left in the room, no one was missing, and they had nothing to do anyway, so they might as well play mahjong!
They all frowned and considered their strategies, but after several rounds, it was still useless and Xia Liuqing was always the winner.

"Hey, you guys are so naive. When playing cards, are you competing in card skills? You're competing in cheating without getting caught!" Xia Liuqing was secretly delighted in his heart. When it comes to playing mahjong, the older generation is still the best.

Especially an older generation gangster leader like him who is good at cheating.

"Hey, Mr. Xia, you are such a great card player that we really have no other tricks." Shen Chong said helplessly.

"Why is this concert so long? Do we have to play mahjong for an hour?"

Xia He rolled her eyes. She was not very good at playing mahjong to begin with, and now she met an old hand like Xia Liuqing, so she could only turn into a ruthless shooting machine, and Xia Liuqing won every time.

Everyone would get fed up if they kept losing, Shen Chong and Dou Mei also thought so.

Quan Xing is very idle, let's do some work!

(End of this chapter)