Chapter 1697: Beiping Old Dream: Beautiful Actor Overpowers the Big Shot 12

Xiao Bo Feng, after all, was a figure who stirred up Beiping; hardly anyone dared not give him face, and he didn't even put Jin Chen in his eyes.

But he stared at Jin Chen with a burning gaze; compared to malice, Xu Nanchun, who gradually came to his senses, was more afraid of becoming what he imagined, and hurried over to grab Xiao Bo Feng's arm.

"Don't be angry... let's talk nicely about whatever it is."

He then shifted Xiao Bo Feng's attention away from Jin Chen and continued to focus it on Pei Yiqing behind him.

The situation could be described as very chaotic.

Only the old monitor felt heartbroken over the shattered antique vase on the ground, yet he also recognized that the person who broke it was the currently popular Jin Chen, whom Mr. Pei had been promoting.

"Despicable person, despicable methods."

Jin Chen's expression showed no anger, only that the danger was greater than Xiao Bo Feng's: "Yiqing, your brother is right—even if you get along well with foreigners abroad, you're still more useful than this guy right now."

Xiao Bo Feng: "……"

Right now, comforting Pei Yiqing properly is the important matter; Xiao Bo Feng never expected him to come to the theater, but this isn't the time to quibble—he hurriedly grabbed Pei Yiqing's hand that had just slapped him, as if fearing it hurt.

"Xiaoqing, hear me out properly; shall we go outside to talk?"

"Your health isn't good; don't aggravate it—I happen to have medicine on me, take a look."

Having said that, Xiao Bo Feng pulled from the innermost pocket of his suit the Western medicine Pei Yiqing usually took, and even a handwritten dosage note from a Hu Cheng doctor.

In an instant, he pulled Pei Yiqing back to their days in Hu Cheng.

Pei Yiqing was still soft-hearted after all.

He didn't resist Xiao Bo Feng taking his hand again, and naturally walked out of the room to talk properly outside.

Jin Chen clicked his tongue in frustration, bitterly crunching the peanuts with a crackling sound.

However, such things can't be rushed; today at least made a good start.

Xiao Bo Feng had no time to deal with Jin Chen, but that didn't mean he could tolerate an actor showing off on his head.

As he led Pei Yiqing out the door, he brushed past the little monitor of Cai Fa Xiyuan, his eyes shifting to signal.

They were all in the same crowd playing together; the little monitor nodded knowingly, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He wasn't as timid as his father; even if they were people of Pei Yinnian, Xiao Bo Feng had spoken.

Could it be that the Pei family would, for an actor, completely break the delicate balance with the Xiao family?

The little monitor gave a lewd chuckle, quietly pushing the door open to call people over.

The old monitor noticed nothing; after feeling sorry for his vase, he plucked up courage to listen to Xu Nanchun and Jin Chen's conversation.

"A fight platform?"

Jin Chen hadn't missed Xu Nanchun's absentmindedness, only thinking his mind had followed Xiao Bo Feng out, and said, "You want to fight me with that body?"

You're trying to pull a scam, right!

Xu Nanchun: "……"

Too speechless, even his sorrow was reduced somewhat.

"Singing opera and fighting on a platform, the two theaters competing—what do you think it is?"

The meaning of these words is that Xu Nanchun intends to completely leave Weiyang Xiyuan.

Jin Chen was naturally unafraid, and also listened to the old monitor earnestly explain the so-called fight platform rules.

Each theater prepared a play, performing for seven days in a row, inviting the people of Beiping to watch.

Each play opened and closed at the same time, counting spectators and flower baskets; if someone lost,

according to industry rules, they cannot perform on stage for at least a year.

In troubled times, how many years can one have? By then they'd long been forgotten, so although the fight-platform rule exists, almost nobody dares to try it.

"Good."

Jin Chen didn't have the fear Xu Nanchun expected; instead he seemed to have found some interest, his determined-to-win attitude making the old monitor seethe with resentment, worried he still had a trump card.

But Jin Chen not only didn't play dirty, he actively raised the stakes: "Since we're playing, why not go big?"

"All the plays must be new—we can either hire someone to write the script or write it ourselves, how about that?"

Having said that, Jin Chen slowly draped the black cloak he had worn in, his sharp eyes flashing with a smile: "Whoever loses will be barred from the stage for two years."

Xu Nanchun blinked, "Are you crazy?"

The old monitor was also startled, quickly making an excuse to run off; he had already planned to think of a way—no matter what, this fight platform must not be lost to Weiyang Xiyuan.

"I dare not agree to whatever fight platform you propose."

Jin Chen walked around the shards of vases covering the floor and headed out, the provocation tactic ever fresh.

Xu Nanchun gritted his teeth; he had indeed been famous for a while and still had confidence. As for the play script… even if it's not a classic that many like, if Xiao Bo Feng could invite a drama master residing in Beiping to write it, that wouldn't be a bad option.

"I agree!"

"One word, set."

Jin Chen lazily threw down four words, raised his hand, and opened the door.

The next second.

He then slowly retreated, six burly theater enforcers crowding around the little monitor as they approached.

"Mr. Jin, you think you can just leave after offending Young Master Xiao? There's no such good fortune."

"I see you're also graceful; why not come sing at our Cai Fa Xiyuan?"

The little monitor rubbed his palms and rushed forward.

Only Xu Nanchun was inside the room; he merely frowned, glanced sideways, and said nothing.

Jin Chen looked around, found a stick used to lift a rolled bamboo blind, picked it up and weighed it.

"So much nonsense."

The stick swept past cleanly; the little monitor, also skilled in movement, dodged the first strike but not the second—with a crack, a vivid blood-red mark landed on his neck.

The henchmen angrily surged forward, the room door flung open, chaos erupting.

Xu Nanchun sat in his seat, gripping the armrest tightly, his eyes fixed on the scene of Jin Chen being besieged, his brow slightly furrowed.

How... how is this person so formidable?

The commotion drew a crowd of onlookers.

Amidst a chorus of gasps, the Junior Class Leader, covered in blood, was flung out, nearly toppling straight over the balcony, but was barely caught by someone, saving his life.

Everyone stared in shock as Jin Chen slowly walked out of the room, his dark cloak trailing on the ground, his eyes like fireworks bursting across a splendid night sky, yet so icy and beautiful that none dared meet his gaze.

He held the blood-stained staff, a cold smile still lingering in his eyes.

"Quick, go find the constables! This person has gone mad!"

The Junior Class Leader had his front teeth knocked out; speaking caused him to spit blood and leak air, terrifying the onlookers so much that they didn't dare hesitate, fleeing downwards again and again.

Jin Chen threw down the staff, turned sideways to glance inside, and as expected, his eyes met Xu Nanchun's, which held a hint of shock; he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Xu Nanchun: "…"

He drew a deep breath, feeling a bit regretful.

No matter what you provoke, you must not provoke a madman.