At this moment, the whole Fu family was already in a hurry and had become a pierced honeycomb.

A birthday celebration at the age of seventeen is a rare event that has not happened in thousands of years in Hucheng. But for the slaves of the Fu family, this is a time to make a lot of money and show off, and it is also a time to show off.

This is a rare opportunity in a thousand years, how can you miss it?

Butler Nie Ji was in command, and the four maids passed on the young master's instructions and put forward various requirements to strictly control the quality. The people below were running errands, buying and cleaning, and it was a prosperous scene.

"Tiger City Classical Music Troupe?" Dongmei, who was eating melon seeds, rolled her eyes at the boss of the performance troupe who came to recommend her, "Tell me, sister, what do you know?"

"Of course it's a classic musical. There are odes to holy kings, hymns to warriors, a grand show of good luck, harvest songs, and recitations of classic poems..." The owner of the Hucheng Classical Music Troupe was full of treasures and his face was filled with pride," said Miss Dissatisfaction.

, our Hucheng Classical Music Troupe is the only high-end troupe in Hucheng, and the performers in our troupe are all famous artists, so the matter is settled."

Dongmei spit out a piece of melon seed peel nonchalantly and said slowly: "Aside from these main themes, what else do they do?"

The boss looked stunned, "Isn't it enough to know these things? They are all elegant art. You will never get tired of hearing them a hundred times and watching them a hundred times."

"Don't tell me about those bullshit arts. Let me ask you, do the girls in your group do striptease?"

"Scared?" The boss suddenly trembled.

"Looking at your piggy expression, I know it won't happen. Then why are you still standing here? Wasting my time, sister." Dongmei spat out another melon seed peel, and the broken melon seed peel fluttered across the void.

, almost landed on the bridge of the boss's nose.

Which one is unbearable? The boss was furious and said: "You are blaspheming art! I, I despise you!"

"You can despise a hair on my sister's head, can't you? Then you still despise a hair? Let me tell you, this is our young master's intention. Unless it is for you to perform a striptease, otherwise we will not invite you. Hum, if

I am you, I will let them dance, ten times the performance fee, your performance troupe, which is about to close down, I don’t know what life it took to be lucky enough to meet our young master’s seventeenth birthday. In a word, dance or not dance

?”

"I, let's... dance!" The boss's head drooped feebly, and then he raised his head again, "How about leaving some dignity to those artists, just take off your coat?"

"Don't leave anything behind, otherwise we'll have an interview. Also, I guess you didn't pay the two guys at the door any less when you saw me? I also know it's not easy for you, but there are performance troupes like yours out there waiting to see me.

There is still a queue, so there is no such store after passing this village."

"Okay..." The boss's head drooped again, and he felt sad in his heart, "I curse you, Fu Shubao! If you treat an orthodox artist like this, you will die a good death!"

"Once you've decided, go back and make preparations. I have to meet other performance troupe owners."

"Didn't you already decide on us? Why would you want to meet someone else?"

"The young master said, the more the better. As long as it is a dance that can take off clothes, he will invite as many as you want. As long as the guests who come to celebrate your birthday are happy, he will give the reward readily. By the way, before you, I have already

We have negotiated with a performance group from Luo Country. They are all blond beauties, and each of them dares to take off their clothes more than the other. You should also learn from them and keep pace with the times. Don’t always cling to those main themes and starve.

.”

The boss was only in his early fifties, but now, he suddenly seemed thirty years older.

If Dongmei said a few more words, it would definitely be a scene filled with tears.

But in the end, you have to take it off, right?

Life can wear away the edge of a warrior, let alone some poor artists?

The reality is so cruel. Either you make money by jumping, or someone else makes money. The young master is the one who makes the rules. If you want to make his money, you have to abide by the rules he made.

In addition to exciting programs such as striptease, the young master's seventeenth birthday also has more exciting programs, such as gambling, guessing charades and gifting beauties, delicious food, etc. It may seem messy, but it can really make people linger.

With Nie Ji and four maids taking care of these miscellaneous things, Fu Shubao actually didn't have to worry about it at all. Of course, there were things that made him worry about it, such as his mother.

When Du Wushuang asked Fu Shubao who his father was for the first time, Fu Shubao was speechless. But when she asked Fu Shubao the same question for the second time, she heard a poignant love story that moved her to tears.

The heroine of the story is Du Wushuang, and the hero of the story is a mysterious person named Fu Xiaotian. He has unfathomable strength and cultivation. He does nothing but act chivalrously. He is also gentle, considerate, elegant, and elegant.

The perfect lover. The hero and heroine met in a fairyland-like mountain wilderness and fell in love with each other. Then something happened in a cave and Baby Fu was born...

"My dear, your father is so outstanding... Why don't I have any impression of you, Mom?" In the study, Du Wushuang was enjoying Fu Shubao massaging her shoulders, but her face was full of doubts.

"Mom, you've become obsessed with practicing Qigong. Think about it, you almost don't even recognize my son. How can you still remember my father?"

"Then where is your father now?"

"He... crushed the void and transformed into a god." Fu Shubao had already prepared his words. It would be better if he is a fictional person and is no longer in this world.

"Then what happened to your father named Fu Duoqian?" Du Wushuang was still confused.

"Mom, didn't I tell you? Why have you forgotten again? My father is only a father in name only. His life was saved by my savior, Venerable Nantian. Later, Venerable Nantian passed away.

He had entrusted me to this father before and asked him to pretend to be my biological father... Why did he pretend to be my biological father? Mom, you don’t understand, my father who is a heroic and righteous father has so many enemies that I can’t even count them.

Qing, you don’t know where you are. I am a child. Is it easy for me? Although Fu Duoqian is my nominal father, he has been doing business abroad all year round, leaving me alone. Everyone wants to bully me...

..." Speaking of the sadness, Fu Shubao's voice choked up slightly, and there were some tears in his eyes, as if he was about to cry in misery.

"Whoever dares to bully you, I will destroy him!" Seeing her beloved baby son in such misery, the mother immediately became angry.

"Mom, it will be great if we, mother and son, are reunited. It doesn't matter if I get bullied a little." Fu Shubao threw himself into Du Wushuang's arms, enjoying the warm embrace while snickering.

Duyin'er caressed her baby son's head lovingly, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, son, you said mom, I am obsessed with practicing kung fu. What kind of kung fu is suitable for me to practice?"

"This is it, the Divine Scroll of Refining Heaven." Fu Shubao took out the piece of metal again.

"The Divine Scroll of Refining Heaven... It's such a familiar name, but why can't I remember it at all?"

"If you remember it, why don't you slap me to death?" Fu Shubao thought to himself, but said: "Back then, my heroic and heroic father wanted to exceed the limit of his strength and cruelly abandoned us.

At that time, Mom found this thing somewhere and said that she wanted to prove to my biological father that you could reach that state, so you started to practice the Divine Scroll. Later, one day, I still remember to take it out of the window.

It's raining heavily..."

"What happened that day, you tell me?" Du Wushuang always seemed very eager for things that could help restore his memory.

"That day when you came to the child's bed, you told the child that your practice had entered a critical period. The success or failure would depend on that practice. I was still young at the time and didn't understand what you meant. Later you put this practice into practice.

I handed the Heavenly God Scroll to the child and said that if you become a god and go to my biological father's side, I will also practice this Heavenly God Scroll, and finally our family will be reunited..."

Du Wushuang suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Fu Shubao in his arms, and said with some choking: "Mom, you are confused. Your cruel father left us two, so my mother should not leave you alone to suffer, my dear,

Mom will make it up to you in the future. Mom won’t practice the Heaven Refining Scroll anymore, so you’d better not practice it either.”

"It's weird if you don't practice..." Fu Shubao said in his heart. After putting away the Heaven Refining Scroll, he remembered an important point, "Mom, there are many liars in this world, and there are many people who want to harm us. In the past two days, I

I heard a lot of rumors about you, saying that you have been sleeping in a poisonous ancient tomb for two hundred years..."

"What? Whoever says such ridiculous things in front of me, I will let him sleep in the grave until he can't wake up!"

"I also heard some people say that I am not your son at all..."

"Damn it! If anyone dares to say such words in front of me that alienate the relationship between our mother and son, I will kill him immediately!"

"If someone goes behind my back and says something bad in front of mom..."

"Son, he didn't even have to think about it. His mother didn't listen to a word and just cut out his tongue!"

"It's better for mothers to be good to their children. Children will be filial to you, mother, all their lives..."

"Oh, dear, come here and give me a hug..."

Whether a lie can be believed is not a simple matter. It requires more lies to cover up. Of course, the truth is also essential. The real thing in Fu Shubao's great panic is Du Wushuang.

Familiar things, the Divine Refining Scroll. And Mr. Fu Duoqian, an outstanding example of profiteers who has been doing business abroad for many years. But he also knows that to completely solve the problem of Du Wushuang, lies are not enough.

For several consecutive days, Fu Shubao instilled certain lies into Du Wushuang every day. He had already painted a real world of lies in Du Wushuang's mind. In this world, he was her only relative. This world

The only person you can trust. This has been accomplished.

In addition, Fu Shubao also tried his best to observe Du Wushuang's various performances, words, behaviors and even his eyes. When Du Wushuang held him in his arms, he also came to a reassuring conclusion. That is, in ancient times

Du Wushuang, who has been sleeping in the tomb for two hundred years, has no chance of recovering her previous memories. Not only that, she also suffers from severe mental illness, delusions, isolation, irritability, multiple personalities, and violent tendencies...

For others, such a mother would be an absolute nightmare, but for his precious son, she is a standard loving mother. Now he may just want the stars in the sky, and Du Wushuang may also find a way to stab him twice.

Drop it down.

"I wonder if Duhuo and the others will be able to arrive at Tiger City on time tomorrow. Will Hideyoshi's guy with a human face and a beast's heart come to kill me tomorrow? I'm really looking forward to it...hehehe..."

Du Wushuang, whose eyes were dull, didn't know what her precious son was laughing at, but she knew that her hand should be touching Fu Shubao's head very gently.

However, with her presence, the Fu Mansion tomorrow will definitely be a hornet's nest exploding at any time!
Chapter completed!