Next, between every two dance performances, Chai Yan would go up to the stage with a lottery box, tell some dirty jokes to liven up the atmosphere, and continue to draw the lucky winners that night.
Sister Xiang looked at the atmosphere in the hall from the backstage, and she couldn't close her mouth with joy.
After five draws, it was finally Yilan's turn to perform on stage. As the new oiran of the Hexiang Courtyard, Yilan's appearance was highly anticipated by everyone.
As soon as she took the stage, Yilan's attire and appearance attracted the attention of many people. Many guests who were closer to the stage stared straight at her.
Yilan is wearing a white dance dress. The texture of the dance dress is very delicate, as white as the white clouds fluttering gently in the blue sky. The sleeves are long and elegant.
Yilan first saluted the guests in the audience with a smile, and then turned back and nodded slightly to the musicians.
Soon, the musicians started playing music.
As the music played, Yilan started to take off lightly, and soon her hands were raised high, like a white swan in flight.
Chai Yan couldn't help nodding and praising softly. Even if he was an idiot in dancing, he could still tell that Yilan's dancing skills were higher than Huaichun's.
Chai Yan discovered that not only was Yilan's skills on her sleeves extraordinary, but her footwork was also varied. Sometimes she bent and turned around, and sometimes her steps were nimble, but no matter what, Yilan's dancing posture was elegant, paired with the pure white
The dance clothes look so dazzling and dazzling!
Not only that, Yilan is also very good at using her eyes. Sometimes she is smiling and looking forward to it, sometimes she is complaining, and every time she expresses her eyebrows, she is enough to attract the soul of a man...
As the music fell, this magnificent dance performance came to an end.
Yilan was sweating on her forehead and slowly walked to the center of the stage to take the curtain call. However, when her curtain call was completed, the hall of Hexiang Courtyard was still silent.
Looking at the shocked faces in the audience, Yilan's heart couldn't help but frown. Could it be that her new dance was not good and the guests didn't like it?
"Pah bang pah..."
It wasn't until a lonely and powerful round of applause rang out from the backstage that the guests, immersed in the graceful dance, woke up one by one as if they were dreaming...
Immediately, thunderous applause erupted in the Hexiang Courtyard, and there was an endless stream of applause.
On the street outside the gate, pedestrians who happened to be passing by couldn't help but stop and watch, wondering what happened inside the Hexiang Courtyard.
Yilan on the stage breathed a huge sigh of relief, finally confirming that everyone didn't dislike her new dance.
After the curtain call again, Yilan walked backstage. Chai Yan happened to pass her by with the lottery box in hand and immediately gave her a thumbs up.
Yilan nodded and said, "Thank you, Xiaoyan."
The first round of applause in the backstage just now was given by Chai Yan, and Yilan's thank you was due to this.
As soon as Chai Yan walked to the stage carrying the lottery box, the unquenched enthusiasm below started to rise again.
"Dear guests, the owner of today's last VIP card will be drawn below! No need for me to remind you, everyone should know how to do it..."
Chai Yan had five lottery draws experience, and now he was more proficient in controlling the scene.
Before the words were spoken, people in the audience had already taken out their number plates, expecting that the last lucky draw would fall on their heads.
Chai Yan looked at the reserved seats and said politely: "Then, Liu Dashan will be invited to come to the stage to draw a lottery for everyone..."
After Liu Dashan came to the stage, he drew the last winner, unfolded the note and read: "Number 51!"
Chai Yan immediately shouted loudly into the hall: "Who is No. 51? Please come to the stage to receive the VIP card!"
But Chai Yan called three times, and No. 51 did not show up to respond.
Just when everyone thought they were going to draw again, someone at a table in the last row shouted in surprise: "Brother, aren't you number 51? You have won the prize, go up and claim it!"
As soon as the voice came out, everyone in the hall turned their eyes over there.
Chai Yan looked along and saw that the person speaking was a young man with a thin face and slightly sunken eye sockets. At first glance, he looked like the kind of man who had no control and whose body was hollowed out by lust.
The young man pointed at a man in his thirties next to him and kept urging him to go up to the stage to receive the award and not to miss out on the good fortune of one hundred taels.
Chai Yan then asked: "Dignified guest, are you number 51?"
"Yes, he is!" The young master was even more anxious than the client himself, so he rushed to answer for him.
The man named No. 51 has a decent appearance, with a typical Chinese character face, white face and no beard, and his facial features are quite regular. The only flaw is that he has a dark plaster on his upper right forehead, which looks like
Weirdly uncomfortable.
Feeling that the plaster man was slightly flustered, he glanced at the young man next to him distractedly, and denied aloud: "I am not number 51, he made a mistake!"
The young master became anxious upon hearing this and quickly said in a high voice: "You can't be wrong! When he put the number plate on the table just now, I saw clearly that he is indeed No. 51!"
"I've already told you, I'm not No. 51!" the plaster man shouted sullenly.
"Hey, you are such a kind-hearted person..." The young man was not happy, thinking that he was kindly reminding you to accept the award, why do you have such an attitude?
The plaster man glared at the young man and said in a muffled voice: "A dog takes a mouse!"
"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about as a dog?" The young man immediately became angry and pretended to argue with the other party.
The turtle boy who was nearby immediately ran over to talk things over. Only then did the young man control his emotions and looked at the plaster man with contempt, saying that he was not the same as him.
Chai Yan didn't want the good atmosphere at the scene to be ruined, so he said decisively: "Since No. 51 is not here, can you please ask Mr. Liu Dashan to draw prizes for everyone again?"
"Okay, pump again and again..."
"Yes, yes, pump it again..."
The guests who didn't win the lottery don't care whether number 51 is the plaster man, what they want is a chance to draw again!
When Chai Yan handed the lottery box to Liu Dashan, he took a moment to peek in the direction of the plaster man. After noticing that the man was out of everyone's attention, he got up and walked out the door.
Chai Yan always felt that something was wrong. He was responsible for issuing number plates. There were fifty-three guests attending the music and dance banquet. Number plate No. 51 was issued by the third to last one. He vaguely remembered that the person had a round face.
A fat man with no plaster on his forehead, how come he has a Chinese-character face now?