00039 The Grand Ceremony of the Chinese Music Circle
The lobby on the first floor was bustling with people, people were doing everything, people were playing on mobile phones, chatting about porn, teasing the waiters, etc. It was a nice lobby, but after a while, the floor was full of cigarette butts, rhubarb phlegm, etc. It was not a scene.
General chaos.
Several experienced security guards kept an eye on the migrant workers and gangsters in the hall, and several people kept calling the police, not knowing whether to call the police or notify Qin Wantian.
In fact, this trick is really fucking damaging. It harms you and makes you speechless. In the name of consumption, you stay in the hall and don't leave. The Dynasty has no choice but to entertain other guests. Tens of thousands of them this day.
You can't make even a dime out of the fees, and Qin Wantian won't be able to bear it if it drags on for a few days.
After a while, the food arrived, a large basin filled with steaming rice and a plate of shredded potatoes.
"Come on, let's get started!" The leading migrant worker at my table was not polite, filled a bowl of rice with a shredded potato, yes, I read that right, it was just a shredded potato, and started to violently
Put rice in your mouth and it tastes delicious.
"Grass, it's a bit bland, just eat it!!" The migrant worker cursed unhappily and continued to eat.
There were three to four hundred people in the entire hall on the first floor. They started eating. In fact, they said they were eating, but in fact they were wasting food. Usually everyone would stop eating after one or two bites, and then wait for about half an hour.
Take two bites and let the people of the dynasty say anything.
Our table is relatively quiet, everyone is chatting and passing the time, but things are different at Wang Mumu's table. After all, Wang Mumu is quite weird, and he can do anything interesting for you.
"Come on, I've had a lot of fun today. How about we all sing a song? Thank you Comrade Dynasty Rich for such a grand reception!!" Wang Mumu stood up gracefully, waved his hand, and said calmly.
"What are you singing?" a migrant worker asked very cooperatively.
"Every festive season, I miss my family even more. We who are in a foreign country, and whenever the New Year is approaching, we miss our family very much! My heart is racing at this time, and I miss my mother very much...!" What Wang Mumu said is not ordinary.
It was so sensational that everyone in the hall looked at him.
"Let's sing a song, Mother in the Candlelight, to the loving mother who misses her wanderer far away!!" Wang Mumu's melancholy temperament immediately infected many people.
"Come on, sing one!"
"Say good!"
"..."
A group of people who were not afraid to watch the excitement started to cheer. Wang Mumu waved his hands and slowly opened his mouth to cheer everyone: "Oh Mom... Mom in the candlelight!... Get ready to sing!!"
"Oh Mom... Mom in the candlelight...!" Wang Mumu was like a concert master, holding two disposable chopsticks and waving them around.
The migrant workers' brothers were deeply involved, their voices were rough and powerful, coupled with Wang Mumu's unique rhythm control, a unique chorus of 400 people, the performance was extremely passionate, the syllables were clear, and the sonorous and powerful...
"Oh mom... the atmosphere is getting better... get a little deeper... that person, your voice is a bit loud... take it back!!" Wang Mumu would give guidance from time to time to the migrant worker brother who had no musical talent.
Master Wang Mumu led the conductor, an ensemble of 400 people performed, and the Vienna Concert was officially staged on the dynasty. It is not the most outrageous, but I hope it will be more outrageous!!!
In our city, Wang Mumu is definitely a trend in the fashion industry. When taxis became popular, people started playing slow rocking. By the time Mouse Loves Rice became popular all over the country, people had already returned to their original nature and played outdated sad music.
They are always unique, indicating that they are different from ordinary people.
I don’t know what to say anymore. I can only describe the classic grand occasion of this Chinese music circle with the low pixels of a copycat mobile phone.
After finishing singing, Wang Mumu calmly took a sip of water, completely ignoring the staff of Dynasty Rich. With his murderous eyes, he smiled elegantly and calmly, and then slowly sat down.
Just when everyone was cheering for Wang Mumu to play another song, the police finally arrived. There were more than twenty police officers, as well as a group of riot team members wearing camouflage uniforms and holding explosion-proof shields.
When the manager at the door saw the police coming, he immediately felt like he was seeing his own father. He trotted over and followed a leading policeman in a jabbering chatter. Because I was too far away, I couldn't hear what they said clearly.
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They talked for more than 20 minutes, and the leading policeman shouted in the hall: "What do you do?"
He shouted several times, but no one answered. He should be playing and chatting.
The policeman's face was livid, he turned around, walked over to my table, and said with a sullen face: "What are you doing?"
"What's wrong with the meal? Police uncle?" I asked pretending to be confused.
"Have you finished eating?" the policeman continued to ask.
"No! Look, isn't there any leftover food on the table?"
"Are you eating like this? If you disturb public order, you can be detained, do you know?" This policeman probably thought that I was young and started to scare me.
Who would have expected that before I spoke, the migrant worker at the head of my table became unhappy and opened his mouth and said, "What, you look down on me as a migrant worker? Are we not allowed to eat?"
"You just order this little thing and eat it for one day. How can you let people do business?" the policeman said sternly.
"How they do business is none of my business. We have no money, so we can only order the cheapest food. How about you give me some money and I can eat something good??" This migrant worker is not an ordinary talker.
"You are using strong words!!" A police trainee who looked young said angrily.
"Why am I arrogant? What I said is the truth. You just look down on the migrant workers. Tomorrow I will sit in front of the city hall and ask for an explanation for the migrant workers!!" The leading migrant worker was extremely smart, but nothing happened yet.
The big label of discriminating against migrant workers is the first to slap it on them.
"Yes! Go to the city hall!"
"That's right! We have also contributed our sweat to social construction, why do you look down on us?"
"Petition! If the mayor doesn't solve the problem, go to the provincial governor!!"
"..."
The remaining migrant workers echoed one after another, and the hall became noisy. The leading policeman's face suddenly turned ugly. He pointed at my nose and said, "Go back and tell Xiao Hei that he is playing like this. He must be fast!!!"
"Who is Xiaohei? I don't know you, I'm a migrant worker from Hengfa Group!"
"Hmph! Close the team, Xiao Wang, keep the small money, and the others will go back to the team!" The police arranged for two people to watch us, and then left with the explosion-proof team.
The manager of Dynasty Rich Man sent the police away with a look uglier than crying, and then started making phone calls again.