"Boss Chen, I'm very familiar with several opera troupes in Peiping. When they come to Jinan to perform, I'll cover their theater tickets."

The three of them drank tea, and Chen Baoxiang secretly observed Mr. Mu. He spoke calmly and showed nothing unusual.

As expected, Mr. Zai was a master among theater enthusiasts. He talked endlessly about the dozen or so major opera troupes in Peiping, Tianjin, and Shanghai.

Especially the names of those famous actors and actresses are readily available.

"Boss Chen, when you go to the theater in Beijing and Shanghai, sometimes you can't buy theater tickets even if you have a lot of money. There are so many dignitaries in the two places, and sometimes the tickets are all booked before they are even publicly sold.

So. So, it’s just a show in name, but it’s actually a stage for the big bosses to compete for victory.”

Chen Baoxiang was eye-opening and amazed.

"Some famous actors think that because they are famous, they can rely on their talent and arrogance, and they insist on dedicating their art to the general public and enjoying it with the people. Unfortunately, before the gong started, the audience who bought tickets were cleared out, and no one was left...

...The poor should not fight with the rich, and the rich should not fight with the officials. Even if you don’t understand this, even if you are in Peiping or on those big stages in Shanghai, you may not be able to rise to the top and stand out."

Mr. Mu applauded and nodded in approval of Yu Shutong's noble remarks.

After chatting for a while, a young man wearing a black cotton hat and short skirt came in, placed a large wooden box wrapped in blue cloth on the table, and then left.

"Boss Chen, I have a heartfelt invitation. How about inviting you to see some good things together?"

Yu Shutong smiled and held the wooden box with his left hand.

Chen Baoxiang declined: "How is that possible? This is your treasure, and the wealth should not be exposed, right?"

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen.

Looking down, he saw that the iron-green pistol in Yu Shutong's hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen.

"Boss Chen, why don't you drink a fine wine if you don't want to toast? This is not a good idea!"

Chen Baoxiang was taken aback and had no choice but to nod and change his words: "Okay, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

In front of the two of them, Yu Shutong opened the wooden box.

The inside of the box is lined with a layer of soft ironed gold velvet, with a slight depression in the middle, and half a chess piece embedded in it, which is half a "red horse".

"Boss Chen, do you see clearly? Half a horse. Now, the three of us have seen the secret at the same time. If someone asks, no one can escape. Of course, you can confess and betray me, but the price that comes with it,

It means the lives of your whole family - five lives in exchange for one of mine, this is a really good deal."
Chapter completed!