Operation Red Book

"Although none of us have ever seen a Xinjiang person, what if he is really a foreigner?"

"Yes! What if you are deliberately deceiving us!"

The renewed commotion immediately brought Ivy's mood back to normal. She made a dissatisfied "tsk" sound and turned to look at Joshua.

"Quick! Speak your Xinjiang Uyghur language!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you hear that?" Ivy spread her hands to the silent crowd.

“Authentic Uyghur!”

The crowd was in an uproar, and after a long chattering, they finally managed to say, "That seems to be the case..."

“Can he speak Chinese?”

"Come on! Show us your Chinese!"

"Eight hundred standard bearers rushed to the north slope..."

"Oh oh oh--"

The whole building exploded again, with a few sharp whistles occasionally mixed in with the noise.

What’s worse, several people standing on the upper floors waved their “sea-smelling coats”.

For a moment, the whole Shisanfang was covered with "rains" mixed with sea salt, which tasted like vomit after eating oysters.

Ivy was unable to dodge and was drenched on the head. She cursed several times, but she didn't expect the salty "raindrops" to float into her mouth again.

"One more! One more!"

"Speak Wenzhou dialect! Let him speak Wenzhou dialect!"

"Still speaking Xinjiang dialect! Still speaking Xinjiang dialect!"

“Speak Shandong dialect!”

"Northeastern dialect..."

"Hong Kong and Guangdong are booming!"

"All right!"

Commander Zhao frowned tightly and shouted loudly.

The sound amplification effect in the center of the stage is amazing. In order to make the performance more exciting, Mr. Zhu also installed perforated walls around the stage to amplify the sound.

This cost him a lot of money, and of course, the drama performance in Shisanfang really achieved unexpected results.

Zhao Minghua's shout was like thunder, instantly silencing the thieves on the fifth floor.

After the world calmed down, Zhao Minghua slowly sat up straight and then slowly walked towards Ivy and Joshua.

The waterproof riding boots stepped on the wooden board step by step, making a crisp "tapping" sound, just like an old Western clock, making a soft sound with every step.

"Both of you, go to Muyunzhai."

"Commander Zhao! They are simply lying..." the old eunuch shouted unconvinced.

"Uncle Nie."

Zhao Minghua put his hands behind his back and tilted his head slightly backward.

His tone was calm, yet unquestionable: "I'll only say this once."

The old eunuch had no choice but to shut his mouth, waved impatiently in the direction of Ivy and Joshua again, then frowned and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

"Are we safe?"

Joshua clutched Ivy's sleeve tightly and whispered like a frightened bird.

"It's safe now..."

Before Zhao Minghua finished comforting Joshua, he looked at Ivy deeply, his eyes showing complex emotions and hidden expectations.

"Go away."

A light command set the entire venue in motion.

The thieves in mink coats retreated one after another, like a group of small fish from the bottom of the sea pouring out of the mouth of a glass bottle.

The remaining two strong men each held up a person, bowed to Zhao Minghua, and then carried Ivy and Joshua out of Shisanfang together.

In the huge golden-red hall, only Zhao Minghua was lonely in the center of the stage.

He looked towards the corner of the fifth floor and saw a man in black sitting on the faucet of the railing.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, and only his sharp teeth that stretched to his ears and his eyes that were glowing red could be seen.

"Fool me? Do you think I'm a child?"

The man in the corner spoke softly, his voice as dry as the raging fire deep in hell.

"I think what the lady said is not without reason."

"Ha ha……"

A sharp black nail slowly stretched out from the darkness and easily pierced through the faucet made of redwood.

"No matter what, keep an eye on that outsider."

"Yes... Lord Jasper."