I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 581

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Kindred Spirits

The person outside the door was none other than the Police Bureau Chief who had just “personally killed” [Six of Hearts] two days ago, Wang Jincheng.

“What? Didn’t your Boss Lin say I would forever be a VIP of Jinghong Theater?”

Wang Jincheng was not wearing his Police Bureau uniform today, but a loose-fitting set of plain clothes. He looked at the teenager in front of him with a half-smile, “I’m on vacation for these two days, and I just heard that your Theater House opening was quite lively, so I thought I’d come over to listen to a tune and show some support for Boss Lin… Don’t tell me you don’t have a seat for me?”

“Uh… We do! We definitely do! Please wait a moment…”

Kong Baosheng anxiously scratched his head, took out the seating chart, and carefully looked for a spot.

Wang Jincheng’s status and position were top-tier in the Red Dust Domain, not to mention he still had countless ties with Chen Ling. He was indeed a VIP of Jinghong Theater… It was naturally impossible to take back the words Chen Ling had spoken. Since Bureau Chief Wang had personally come to show support today, Kong Baosheng naturally had to make room for him no matter what, otherwise wouldn’t that be slapping his own Mister’s face?

“Got one! Just now, the people from the furniture store came over and said their boss had something to do and couldn’t make it today…” Kong Baosheng immediately crossed it out with a pen, “The seat is in the first row, please come with me.”

Kong Baosheng led Wang Jincheng into the Theater House and arrived beside a certain seat.

“No need for all that trouble. I’m just here to join the fun.” Wang Jincheng waved his hand casually, “You go ahead and get busy. Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay, then call me anytime if you need anything.”

After Kong Baosheng finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the door of the Theater House.

Wang Jincheng used his cuff to brush the dust off the chair, then slowly sat down. At the same time, he exchanged a glance with the figure in the adjacent seat and smiled politely.

“Hello.”

“Oh, hello, hello.” Jian Changsheng also smiled and nodded.

The two sat side by side in the first row, looking at the empty Stage. The air suddenly fell silent.

…

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

Backstage, Chen Ling, who was currently going over his lines with Li Qingshan, suddenly froze in place when he saw the line of small text float past his eyes.

His expression suddenly became vigilant, and he abruptly looked around, up and down, left and right, not knowing what he was searching for…

“Brother Lin, what’s wrong?” Li Qingshan asked in confusion.

“…N-nothing.”

Having not found anything unusual, Chen Ling shook his head with a strange expression,

“I don’t know why… I suddenly have an ominous premonition…”

…

Off Stage.

Jack of Clubs, 9 of Hearts, [Six of Spades], and Wang Jincheng sat together, not saying a word.

The former two were carefully listening to the conversations of the crowd behind them, trying to find some useful information from it. Jian Changsheng, on the other hand, was hesitating whether to strike up a conversation with the person beside him, to see if he could glean anything useful…

But to be honest, Jian Changsheng was not Chen Ling. Chatting and getting information was not easy for him; he didn’t even know how to start.

“Aren’t you three together? Why is no one talking?” Wang Jincheng suddenly spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

Jian Changsheng was stunned, “Oh, we… aren’t together. I’m not familiar with those two.”

“No wonder… You look quite introverted.”

“Uh, hehe… yeah.”

“What line of work are you in?”

“No proper job, just wandering around… What about you?”

“I don’t have much work right now either. Just on vacation, playing around everywhere.”

“Wow, that’s pretty comfortable.”

“Yeah. Work was too tiring a while ago. Having finally resolved all the troubles, I want to have a good relax.” Wang Jincheng let out a long sigh, his eyes full of coziness.

“Then we’re about the same.” Jian Changsheng smiled helplessly, “I also haven’t had a good time recently. I was constantly on edge all day… Today I also wanted to come out and relax.”

“Hahaha, then the two of us are quite destined.”

As Wang Jincheng spoke, he extended his hand to Jian Changsheng. After being slightly stunned, the latter smoothly shook it.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

While the two were talking, the audience seats had completely filled up. Kong Baosheng picked up the small fruits that had been prepared long ago, placed them on the tables between the first few rows of chairs in turn, and announced that the performance was about to begin.

At this time, outside the Theater House, a car slowly pulled over. A young girl wearing a goose-yellow long dress opened the car door. Hearing the announcement inside that the performance was about to start, she lifted her skirt and jogged all the way towards the Theater House.

“Miss, Miss… Oh my, slow down, don’t trip.” Uncle Quan followed behind Huang Suyue with hurried steps, speaking helplessly.

“Uncle Quan, didn’t I say it’s fine for me to come alone…”

“I can’t feel at ease with you coming alone.”

“Coming to deliver manpower to the Special Envoy, what is there for you to be uneasy about? Is there any place in this world safer than here?”

Uncle Quan glanced at the elaborately dressed Huang Suyue and opened his mouth, “You can’t put it that way, I’m worried about you… Sigh… Forget it, it’s nothing.”

Seeing that someone else was coming in, Kong Baosheng stepped forward intending to stop them. However, after Huang Suyue took out a “contract of sale” between “Lin Yan” and the Huang Consortium, his mouth opened wide in shock.

“You mean… You’re Mister Lin’s boss?”

“Yeah.” Huang Suyue put her hands on her hips, “He’s an artist under my company. Can’t I come listen to him Sing? Kid, hurry up and arrange a seat for me too.”

“Uh… Okay, please wait a moment, I’ll go get another chair for you…”

A minute later, Huang Suyue also took a seat in the first row.

Huang Suyue’s seating drew a side glance from Wang Jincheng. Naturally, he recognized this young chairman of the Huang Consortium. He remembered that she was Lin Yan’s boss, so thinking about it this way, it was perfectly reasonable for Huang Suyue to appear here.

In contrast, Huang Suyue was quite surprised by Wang Jincheng’s appearance, but still smiled politely and nodded.

Jian Changsheng felt the time was right, and pretending to be casual, he asked, “Hey, by the way, did you read today’s newspaper? That Dusk Society thing… What’s the situation?”

“Nothing special, it should be written pretty clearly in the newspapers.” The corners of Wang Jincheng’s mouth curled up slightly, “Actually, it’s okay. The Dusk Society isn’t as terrifying as the rumors say, it’s just that their actions are indeed deranged… Especially that… Oh, I mean, that [Six of Hearts] mentioned in the newspaper, he was even more insidious and vicious.”

“Right?! You think so too!!”

Wang Jincheng’s single sentence directly resonated deep within Jian Changsheng’s heart. Every time he thought of the physical and psychological trauma Chen Ling had left him, his heart would ache… Jian Changsheng looked at Wang Jincheng beside him, as if he had met a kindred spirit!

“Mhm.”

Wang Jincheng paused for a moment, and smiled calmly, “But fortunately… From now on, he will never appear again.”

As Wang Jincheng’s voice fell, the lights in the Theater House went out one by one. Dimness shrouded the entire audience area, and the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down, looking simultaneously toward the center of the Stage.

Faint moonlight spilled down from the hollowed-out roof, as if plating the Stage with a layer of silvery white, dreamy and illusory.

The next moment, melodious Opera Vocals rang out from behind the Stage, like a silver vase suddenly breaking, striking straight at people’s hearts. Under the curious and expectant gazes of the crowd, a figure clad in a Theatrical Robe stepped on the moonlight, slowly walking onto the Stage from the dimness…

The moment he saw that person’s face clearly,

The apple Jian Changsheng had just stuffed into his mouth rolled to the ground with a plop…