"Both of you, don't say anything. Stand at the door and watch and learn. I will teach you how to deal with these young people today!"
After Wen Sibao finished speaking, he pushed open the factory door and walked in. The deafening music was about to shatter people's eardrums. Wen Sibao looked around and found that there were probably hundreds of colorful young men and women in the huge closed factory.
These people range in age. The younger ones should still be in school, while the older ones are only in their 20s. They are all wearing very avant-garde clothes, riding bicycles or roller skating, riding on the huge U-shaped slopes around them.
He was running back and forth so fast on the road that he almost hit Wen Sibao's face.
But soon, Wen Sibao discovered that on the shoulders of these young men and women, they were all wearing a pair of silver metal flying eagles. It seemed that this decoration should be the symbol of their small group.
In order to show off well in front of Xu Tiannan and Murong Shui, Wen Sibao stepped forward and shouted loudly to the men and women in front of him.
"Turn the music off!"
"Turn the music off!"
"Hey! I asked you to turn off the music!"
"Music... turn it off!"
"..."
Wen Sibao looked embarrassed and shouted until his voice almost became hoarse. In the end, he was still swallowed up by the loud music around him, and no one heard him at all.
Seeing Xu Tiannan and Murong Shui staring at him, Wen Sibao's heart sank. Why did he lose face as soon as he came in?
So in order to regain his place, he sprinted in twos and twos, climbed to a container not far away, and patted the green-haired boy who was playing DJs on the mixing console.
Because Wen Sibao was wearing casual clothes when he went out today, Lu Mao, who was looking intoxicated at this moment, looked at him and turned around and ignored him.
"Hey? Police! I'm the police! Turn off the music!"
Wen Sibao yelled, but the huge pair of headphones on the other person's head covered his ears tightly, making it impossible to hear what he was saying.
As a last resort, Wen Sibao had no choice but to take out his ID and put it in front of the green-haired boy. As if on purpose, the other boy closed his eyes tightly and swayed wildly to the music.
"You brat! Looks like I need to give you something hard!"
Wen Sibao cursed angrily and decided not to give the other party a good look. He walked directly to the electrical box next to him and suddenly pulled off the switch.
As the switch was pulled down, the deafening music suddenly became muted, and the only sounds left in the huge factory were the shouts of the group of young people laughing. However, when everyone noticed something unusual, they all looked around.
come over.
"Hmph! I'll let you play music again!"
Wen Sibao muttered to himself, feeling very unhappy, and then jumped down from the container at his feet in a very handsome gesture, while shouting to the crowd in front of him: "The police are handling the case and will take care of the people in charge here...hey, I'll go."
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Before he finished speaking, Wen Sibao accidentally stepped on an empty wine bottle when he landed on the ground. As a result, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell to the ground in a daze.
Throughout the factory, hundreds of young people burst into loud laughter. However, at this moment, a loud whistle was heard from nowhere.
The whistle reached everyone's ears very sharply, and everyone suddenly became quiet. Then they saw a girl with full bangs wearing mountaineering clothes walking out on a platform more than ten meters high inside the factory.
The girl chewed gum in her mouth and casually walked to the edge of the third-floor eaves. As if she was not afraid of heights, she simply sat on the edge, her legs dangling casually in the air more than ten meters high.
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The girl looked down at Wen Sibao and asked with a mocking look on her face: "Hey! Where does this uncle come from?"
"Who is your uncle!"
Wen Sibao was embarrassed in front of a large group of young people and was called an uncle, so he immediately stood up, patted his butt, and said sternly: "I am a policeman, and I am in charge of your affairs here..."
However, before the words were finished, another loud noise was heard from the top of the huge factory building. This loud noise was like the roar of a huge engine starting up.
After the huge roar, there was a continuous "chunk" sound of the electric motor starting up. As a result, the ambient lights and speakers that had been extinguished after the power was cut off came back on, and deafening music suddenly sounded in the factory.
Voice.
"Oh, let me go! Turn off the music!"
"Turn it off! Now!"
"Hey! Brat!"
"..."
Wen Sibao felt as if his head was going to explode. He had been making such a fool of himself for a long time! Murong Shui, who had been standing at the door obediently, also felt his head hurt. He asked Xu Tiannan: "Boss, are you okay?"
