Me, tens of billions of land to farm

Chapter 276 Do You Know What This Place Is
Today is a day that goes down in history.

There is a buddy in the center of Donghai City.

Do not!
It's Bai Lei!
This name has become a household name and everyone knows it.

This loud buddy.

When being caught.

I didn't hold back directly.

Ollie gave it out.

Then this stinks.

Stinky dizzy a dozen.

It stinks up a lawn.

A street was stinking closed.

The smelly two buildings are closed for the holidays.

In the end there was no way.

Two buddies in chemical protective suits from relevant departments.

Forcibly overcame his psychological fear.

Put Bai Lei on the car.

Uh……

It's that kind of truck.

There is only himself behind.

The driver is driving fast.

I am afraid that the smell will catch up with me.

The traffic police are also afraid.

I was afraid that the driver would faint and cause a car accident.

Then all the way to the green light.

Don't dare to stop at all.

You can't say it's inhumane.

There is no way to fit it in the car.

This is stuffed in, and the group is destroyed.

Finally, it was transported to the outskirts and found a place in a barren mountain.

The firefighters used four water cannons to flush the area back and forth.

As a result, the sad discovery is that the rush is getting worse and worse.

In the end there was really no way.

Let Bai Lei wear a set of protective clothing.

You stink yourself first.

Then drove him home.

I'll clean you up tomorrow!

I heard that when Lei Lei returned to the place where he was staying during the day.

A radius of 500 meters has been cleared.

This Nima!
Human Bomb!

Let people understand for the first time that the original smell can be so lethal.

Too scary!

To be honest, Su Ming was also a little scared.

Did not expect ah.

How powerful is this thing?

Use it less in the future.

I blame myself for those who were stunned.

I heard that Lei Lei fell ill after that.

No matter who you meet, the first sentence is.

Don't go, I don't stink!

As soon as the matter here was settled, Su Ming continued to walk towards the music hall next to him.

It is noon now.

The hall door is closed.

There will be concerts in the afternoon and evening, who will listen in the morning?

The yard was empty, and there was no one there.

The entrance and exit doors were also closed.

But the security booth door is open.

There is an old man at the door.

Not too young.

Gray hair, loose teeth.

Sitting at the door basking in the sun, reading the newspaper.

I saw Su Ming coming over.

The old man pushed his own reading glasses.

"Boy, what's the matter with you?"

The old man looked at Su Ming with some doubts.

This young man is definitely not a staff member, because he doesn't know him.

The music hall is now closed.

And certainly not the audience.

"Hi, old man, I want to ask a question."

Su Ming stepped forward: "Is this orchestra going out to perform?"

The old man was stunned.

I went to look at Su Ming last time.

He pushed his glasses slightly.

Neither speak.

He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

Take out one.

He bumped his head down lightly.

Then put the cigarette holder in your mouth.

He took out the lighter and lit it again.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Young man, do you know where this is??"

Su Ming listened.

What do you mean? ?

Of course I know, I am not illiterate.

"Young man, do you know what kind of music is played here??"

The old man took another deep breath, brought over the big tea mug next to him, and took a sip of tea.

By the way, I spit out two mouthfuls of tea.

"Young man, do you know that our performers are all top-notch?"

The old man put down the tea mug, pinched his cigarette, and stood up with his hands behind his back.

His face was flushed.

"Young man, do you know that the Donghai City Music Hall is well-known throughout the country."

The old man continued.

"what……"

Su Ming froze and blinked his eyes.

Some know, some don't.

But what does this have to do with me? ?
what? ?
Father, are you all right?

What's all this mess?

"So yeah."

The old man pushed his glasses, looked at Su Ming earnestly, and patted him on the shoulder: "If the young man gets married, just invite any band. Don't try to hire such a professional band. The bands are all at the master level. Those successful people listened to it, how could they agree to play for your wedding, let’s go back.”

"Oh."

Su Ming nodded, turned around and left.

Just took a step.

Huh?
right?

what?go by yourself.

what?Just to attend the wedding?

What a mess.

Almost got detoured into a ditch by this old man.

"no……"

Su Ming turned around and just said a word.

He was directly interrupted by the old man.

"What? It's not even marriage. You have white affairs in your family? That's even worse. This is a Western orchestra. Without suona, it can't do this job."

The old man said with widened eyes.

"Your family is nothing but nothing!"

Su Ming is so angry.

Since I came here, can you let me say a complete sentence?

Can you hear me out?

"It's not a matter of getting married or nothing, so why are you here? Young man, the ticket hall is over there, you go there to buy tickets, I don't care about buying tickets here."

The old man continued.

what!

Su Ming really couldn't complain.

Where did this orchestra find such a superb old man?

This is going to piss people off.

What's the mess?

Who wants to buy tickets? ?

"That's it."

Su Ming coughed, and put his hands behind his back: "There will be an exhibition in our city in a while, and all the big leaders will be present. I want to invite a professional orchestra to play a few songs, so let me come over and ask, since you don't accept anything. forget about it."

"Young man, you treat me as a three-year-old child. It's okay to deceive others with your rhetoric, but it's impossible to deceive me."

The old man didn't believe it at all.

Bullshit?
Why haven't I heard of it?
Can this little trick fool me?

Su Ming chuckled.

He took something out of his pocket.

Put it on the old man's face like this.

It was the certificate that Su Ming had received as honorary vice president of the Museum Association.

The official seal below.

There is also Mr. Tang's autograph.

"I lied to you? Did you see it? Is this thing real? Since you don't answer it, I'm leaving."

Su Ming put away the things.

Turn around and leave.

Look at the old man!
Damn!

My mother!

Are they official people?

Oops!

I am really blind!
So many years of living in vain!
Are you blinded by this?
"Little comrade, little comrade, hold back! You can take the job! You can take it!"

The old man immediately changed his posture.

He also took off his glasses, and his face was no longer arrogant.

Bending over, smiling all over his face.

He walked forward with a smile.

"Little comrade, our Manager Liu is in charge of taking over the show. It's upstairs. I'll take you there, please, little comrade."

As he spoke, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

For fear that Su Ming would be angry.

People in the orchestra have to eat too.

Also live.

The most basic condition for pursuing art is to be rooted in life.

You can't even guarantee food and drink, you're starving to death, and you're still pursuing art.

He began to look at Su Ming in ordinary clothes, and thought he was an ordinary person.

It turned out that he was a true god!

(End of this chapter)