Chapter 586: "Professional Team"

In front of the stage.

Huang Suyu lowered her head, pacing back and forth in front of the many empty seats, her hands rubbing together unconsciously, seemingly a bit nervous.

At this moment, Jinghong Theater was completely empty. All the audience members had left one after another, and only Huang Suyu, who was Chen Ling's "boss," remained under the stage.

"Please wait a moment, Miss Huang, our master will be out shortly," Kong Baosheng said respectfully.

Kong Baosheng didn't dare to chase her away; he even brewed a fresh cup of tea and spoke very politely. After all, this was Mr. Lin's direct superior. If she were to get upset, Mr. Lin would suffer!

"It's fine, it's fine, no rush." Huang Suyu took the tea with both hands and looked at the youth curiously. "How old are you this year?"

"Fifteen."

"Fifteen and you're supporting such a large theater all by yourself? Where are your parents?"

"My parents passed away in an accident years ago. Now it's just me and my grandmother. But she's in poor health, so I have to be the one to earn money," Kong Baosheng said while wiping the table with a rag.

Looking at the sweat on Kong Baosheng's forehead and the worn-out shirt he had scavenged from somewhere, a flash of pity crossed Huang Suyu's eyes. She exchanged glances with Uncle Quan behind her.

"Actually, I have a charitable foundation under my name. Given your situation, you could definitely receive a subsidy. When I go back, I'll help you register. The first subsidy should arrive soon. Although it's not much, it should be enough for your daily food and clothing..."

Kong Baosheng was stunned. He looked carefully at the girl in yellow before him, as if looking at some extremely rare species.

Charitable foundation... these four words were simply a fantasy within the Red Dust Domain.

Whether it was the five major financial groups of the past or those second-tier financial groups with considerable influence, their primary goal was to generate traffic and make money. In this era, charitable donations couldn't be used for tax avoidance, and the wealthy would never think of sharing their property with the poor. Things like charitable foundations seemed to exist only in stories.

"Miss Huang, I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot accept the subsidy," Kong Baosheng said sternly.

"Grandma said that one must rely on one's own hands to earn money, and money given as charity cannot be accepted... Besides, after our master bought the theater, he already advanced me a large sum of money as labor compensation, so life is quite prosperous. At least I don't have to worry about food and drink, and I can afford medicine."

After saying this, Kong Baosheng suddenly realized that the girl in front of him was his master's boss, so he immediately added casually:

"Um... in the Red Dust Domain, there really aren't many people as kind-hearted and talented as our master."

Huang Suyu looked deeply toward the backstage area and nodded in agreement repeatedly.

Who would have thought that the Special Envoy was not only clear about grievances and righteousness, but also so gentle to a child like Kong Baosheng... "A tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose"—that must be the kind of person the Special Envoy is, right?

On the side, Uncle Quan watched Huang Suyu's dazed gaze, his mouth twitching slightly. After wanting to say something but stopping, he let out a helpless, long sigh.

Kong Baosheng finished wiping the table and didn't stop for a moment, running straight to the kitchen with the fruit platter left by the guests. The sound of running water followed immediately, leaving only Huang Suyu and Uncle Quan in the empty hall.

At the same time, a bright red opera robe slowly emerged from behind the stage.

Seeing the figure in red, Huang Suyu's eyes lit up, and Uncle Quan stood up immediately, speaking respectfully:

"Greetings, Special Envoy."

"Hmm, why are you here?"

"Yesterday at the birthday banquet, we saw you being forced onto the stage to perform by Li Hanxiang, and we felt it wasn't right," Huang Suyu said earnestly.

"After all, you are a noble Special Envoy, concerned with the grand view of the domain; you shouldn't always be dragged down by such rotten people... And now that you have a reputation, I'm afraid there will only be more such troubles in the future.

So, I specifically brought the most professional management team from our Huang Financial Group to serve you, ensuring that no similar situations will occur in the future, and that those messy things won't take up your time."

As Huang Suyu spoke, four or five men and women in suits walked in from outside the theater, lining up behind her, the pressure of elites sweeping over them.

Chen Ling looked at this scene, his eyes filled with surprise.

It must be said that Huang Suyu was truly meticulous. He had been worrying about this very thing this morning, and Huang Suyu had not only anticipated the potential situation but had also prepared a response plan in a very short time, decisively bringing over the top management team of the Huang Financial Group, clearly intending to use the Huang Financial Group's influence in the entertainment industry to protect him.

"You have a heart." Chen Ling smiled slightly. "However, you should take these people back... I don't need them for the time being."

Huang Suyu was stunned. "Don't need them? Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Chen Ling glanced at the stage behind him, where three figures were slowly walking out of the darkness.

One was wearing a black jacket with a mullet, looking extremely unfriendly; one was two meters tall, draped in a long black coat, his deep-set eye sockets carrying a mysterious pressure; one had his hands in his pockets, looking around with a smile, the corners of his snake-like eyes revealing an indescribable madness.

Spade 6, Club J, Heart 9;

The three stood still behind Chen Ling, almost writing the words "don't mess with me" on their faces. Their aura directly stunned the management team behind Huang Suyu, who looked at each other in bewilderment and took half a step back unconsciously.

Heart 6, draped in a bright red opera robe, curled his mouth into a deadly arc, raised his hands, and said leisurely:

"I already have a... 'professional team' that can help me solve my troubles."

Solving troubles,

Or,

Solving the people who cause the trouble.

Huang Suyu and Uncle Quan looked at Chen Ling and his three "managers," stunned in place. The attire and appearance of these three didn't look like professional managers at all; they looked more like thugs pulled off the street... Especially Uncle Quan, who looked at the three with a strange expression, seemingly wanting to advise something, but Huang Suyu pinched him silently.

Uncle Quan immediately understood and silently closed his mouth.

Huang Suyu signaled for the management team to return to the car first. Only after they were completely gone did she speak:

"Since the Special Envoy already has his own choice, I'll have them go back... If there's anything else you need from me or the Huang Financial Group, please contact me at any time."

After saying this, Huang Suyu bowed deeply to Chen Ling and then walked out of the theater, lifting her long skirt.

Just then, Chen Ling's voice sounded again:

"Wait."

Huang Suyu turned back in confusion.

Chen Ling stood in front of the stage and smiled slightly:

"Come to think of it... there is indeed one thing I need Miss Huang's help with."