Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

So, Zhang Xingxing asked someone to add a seat next to her, then pushed Zhang Rishan, the telephone pole, onto the seat and stuffed a plate of mung bean cakes that she had eaten enough of into his hands.

After this operation, Zhang Rishan was confused. He subconsciously called out "Master Buddha" and wanted to stand up. Seeing this, Zhang Qishan shook his head slightly, silently said "Sit down", and then continued to watch Er Yuehong's performance on the stage.

At this moment, Zhang Rishan became obedient all of a sudden. He was used to being the subordinate of the Buddha, but now Zhang Xingxing forced him to be on an equal footing with the Buddha. As a result, not only did his mind go blank, he felt very uncomfortable, but also had a hint of hidden joy.

Zhang Xingxing glanced at Zhang Rishan who was staring at the pastries in front of him in a daze and shook his head.

You are eating and drinking at public expense and still can be in a daze. What’s the difference between this and losing 100 million!

No, no, this person is not good. He doesn't seem to be very smart. You can tell at a glance that he is not a good colleague who can slack off at work with her and take advantage of others.

Zhang Xingxing turned her head and decided not to look at the idiot Zhang Rishan anymore. She felt a little sad as she looked at her second brother who was shining brilliantly on the stage.

Before she could calm down, a group of people started yelling at her and saying what crap Er Yuehong was singing.

Zhang Xingxing, whose eyes just turned slightly red: ???

Which mental hospital did this idiot escape from because he was not under supervision?

"You live in Dunhuang, right? There are so many murals! It's normal that you can't appreciate them if you don't have artistic talent. After all, some people don't like to wear brains when they go out since they were 'born'..." Zhang Xingxing spoke without even thinking.

"Master, he seems to call you a beast... slap." The younger brother behind the man was afraid that he might not understand, so he explained it to him considerately. Then he was happily slapped by his elder brother.

"Go away, you tell me..."

After beating the guy, the elder brother, still not satisfied, walked towards Zhang Xingxing, looking as if he was ready to hit someone.

Zhang Qishan stopped stroking the ring, his face turned colder. Zhang Rishan stood up as if activated, put the gun to the head of the troublemaker, and threatened him to get out.

Zhang Xingxing looked at the people who were scared and fled, and suddenly felt Zhang Qishan's happiness.

Just a look or a glance can make his loyal subordinates understand and solve the problem. It feels so good!

The play on the stage was performed at a leisurely pace, and no matter how noisy the audience was, it did not affect Er Yuehong and his group's performance in the slightest.

Zhang Xingxing took a sip of tea comfortably, listening to his second brother's sweet voice, and his hands on the table couldn't help but beat the rhythm along with the drum.

Buddha glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. He was still a playful person. Suddenly, he tilted his head slightly to the left, dodged the hidden weapon, and used the ring to knock away the poison needle coming towards him.

Zhang Xingxing also had it. She picked up Qi Tiezui's fan and opened it slightly, blocking another poison needle that was aimed at her. She slapped the fan on the table with a snap. The whole movement was smooth and full of momentum, and it looked more elegant than the movements of Master Buddha.

Qi Tiezui: Good, very handsome.

Zhang Rishan: Is this what the Eighth Master calls fancy moves?

Seeing that their first attack failed, the people before them had no choice but to retreat.

Zhang Qishan glanced at the tea that changed color after the silver needle fell into it with a normal expression, and said in a calm but sinister tone, "Let this group of people stay in Changsha forever."

Seeing that Zhang Rishan had come to work, he took the order and left without saying anything. Zhang Xingxing glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't pay any attention to him, instead continuing to focus his attention on his second brother's graceful figure.

Thanks to Zhang Qishan's method of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, the opera world was well behaved in the second half and no one dared to make trouble.

After the performance, Er Yuehong came out to thank Zhang Qishan for helping him maintain order. After Zhang Qishan exchanged some pleasantries with him, he was rejected as soon as he explained his purpose.

Qi Tiezui stepped forward to lobby, but the lights were still turned off and he left with regret.

Zhang Xingxing, who was secretly packing the pastries and occasionally looking up to pay attention to the movements of the three people, pushed up his sunglasses, lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth secretly.

Well, it's not surprising! My second brother seems to be very gentle, but he is actually very stubborn. Especially when he has made up his mind, it is very difficult to change it.

After all, if her second brother was so easy to persuade, she would have brought her favorite couple Honghong and Huohuo together long ago.

Not to mention that he swore to the ancestors of the Hong family that he would clean up the industry and never do anything that would damage his moral character again... So, from the beginning, she knew that the probability that her second brother would agree was probably less than 30%, which was why she was so relaxed.

This ghost car is involved in a lot of trouble, and the forces behind it are obviously eyeing Er Yuehong, so his decision not to get involved in this mess is also a way to undermine the intentions of the people behind it.

……

As he was thinking, Zhang Xingxing forgot to look away and bumped into his second brother. Er Yuehong couldn't see Zhang Xingxing's expression behind his sunglasses, so he could only observe this strange boy calmly.

Reason told him that he had never seen this person before and that he was someone not to be trifled with, but deep down in his heart there was inexplicably a strange sense of familiarity.

Who is he?