Chapter 2212
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An Lin was a little confused. He had always been the one to accept others as his underling.
Now he was going to be someone else's underling?
Or the underling of this coquettish man in front of him?
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bow. It's your honor to be chosen by our boss!" a nameplate next to Brother Jin urged.
Brother Jin just stood there with a slight smile on his face.
An Lin didn't expect to be involved in such a strange matter so soon. At this time, there were also many trainees around him urging him to lower his head.
"Dabao, hurry up and bow."
"It's just being Brother Jin's underling. Don't you see that many nameplates are also Brother Jin's underlings? Being Brother Jin's underling is equivalent to having a big backer."
"That's right, this is something that we can only be envious of, so please don't do anything irrational …" Some of the students were afraid that An Lin would do something reckless due to his youthful impulsiveness, and they all tried to dissuade him.
Of course, An Lin wouldn't do anything too outrageous.
He turned to a mermaid trainee next to him and said, "Brother Jin has no right to cancel my stage performance tonight."
"Huh?" The mermaid trainee was stunned for a moment and instinctively shook her head. "Although Brother Jin has a lot of power, he doesn't have the right to interfere with the decisions of the ace teachers …"
"Hey, why are you still standing here? Don't be so ungrateful. Underlings should act like underlings. I'm afraid you don't know what it means to be favored by Brother Jin, do you?" the girl with a pure look said impatiently.
Jin Feihong also had an impatient look on his face. With his status, he was already giving face to Liu Dabao by asking him to be his underling. Why was this Liu Dabao so insensible now?
"Are you done?" An Lin asked.
"What?" Jin Feihong asked for the first time.
"If you're done, then get lost. I don't have time to play house with you." An Lin shrugged.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Jin Feihong's face twitched imperceptibly.
"Oh my god, he actually told Brother Jin to get lost?"
"Is … is he crazy?"
No one had expected that An Lin would dare to talk back to Brother Jin. Moreover, he even asked Brother Jin to get lost. Brother Jin had the highest status among the famous artists!
"Liu Dabao! Do you want to die? "Jin Feihong's face darkened." You want me to scram? Have you thought about the consequences of your words? "
An Lin looked at the man in front of him impatiently. "You want to be my boss? Don't be a toad lusting after swan meat! Even if you want to be my grandson, I might not accept you. Let me make it clear, in my eyes, you are a piece of trash! "
"If you want to fight, I'll accompany you. If there's nothing else, then scram. Don't waste my time!"
A series of critical strikes exploded in the training room like thunder.
All the celebrities were dumbfounded.
This An Lin in front of him was really a lunatic.
His first impression of him was that of an elegant young master, but now he had become a lunatic who dared to curse at Jin Feihong. He was simply courting death!
Jin Feihong was stunned by the scolding.
His underlings had already taken the lead in cursing.
"Liu Dabao! Are you f * cking tired of living? How dare you provoke Brother Jin? "
"Don't you understand your situation?"
"I'm telling you, you're finished. Your entire career as an artist is over!"
A few of the hot-tempered underlings could not help but step forward and swing their fists, wanting to beat up An Lin.
However, they were suddenly stopped by Jin Feihong.
"Brother Jin, don't stop me. Let me beat him up!"
"What an arrogant kid. He should be taught a lesson."
A few hot-tempered trainees said angrily.
"Don't worry, it's just a mad dog barking. We don't need to fight here."
The haze on Jin Feihong's face was swept away. Instead, he showed a faint smile, turned around, and said, "Let's go. Tonight is the night of Red Ink. There will be a lot of top stars performing here. Let's talk about it after tonight."
As he spoke, he suddenly gave An Lin a meaningful look and said with a meaningful smile, "I hope someone won't be so frightened by the superb skills of the top stars that he can't even dance."
Brother Jin left under everyone's gaze.
The others in the training room had not come to their senses yet.
"Brother Jin … left just like that?"
"Are you stupid? With Brother Jin's temper, will he easily spare Liu Dabao? He didn't deal with Liu Dabao today for the sake of the mentors. "
"He's waiting for an opportunity. If Liu Dabao fails in tonight's performance and disappoints the mentors, then Brother Jin has a hundred ways to make Liu Dabao leave Red Ink Workshop, or even make him wish he was dead."
"Have you forgotten how miserable the fate of those artists who went against Brother Jin was?"
The artists couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they thought of the tragic experiences of those artists.
Some trainees who had intended to build a good relationship with An Lin stayed away from him, for fear of being implicated by Brother Jin's anger.
In this way, An Lin, who had been tired of dealing with them, suddenly became free.
An Lin was also happy to see this.
He was too lazy to manage these useless social activities. Anyway, after tonight, he would be the most popular guy in Red Ink Workshop, and he didn't care about everything in front of him at all.
As for Jin Hongfei's hostility, which frightened countless people, in his eyes, it was even more ridiculous and insignificant. Perhaps only Jin Hongfei thought of him as an enemy.
"But … what is the Red Ink Night that Jin Hongfei mentioned?" An Lin stroked his chin and muttered to himself thoughtfully.
"The Red Ink Night is the night when Red Ink Workshop holds large-scale activities. Many prominent figures from the Eighth District and even the neighboring districts will come to watch the performance."
"Our Red Ink Workshop will also send at least three top stars to perform on the spot. It can be said to be a gathering of stars and a night of stars."
A cold voice suddenly sounded beside An Lin.
An Lin turned his head and found that it was a Dragon Lady in a white robe with a cold face.
He was a little surprised that there was still a creature who dared to approach him now?
The Dragon Lady glanced at An Lin indifferently and said, "You have offended Jin Feihong. If your performance tonight is good, it will be fine. If the performance is ruined, then I advise you to leave here immediately and run as far away as you can."
This was a kind of advice.
Even though An Lin was very arrogant, the Dragon Lady's original intention was for his own good. He naturally nodded politely and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Seeing that An Lin didn't seem to be nervous at all, the Dragon Lady in a white robe snorted and walked away proudly, too lazy to talk to An Lin.
An Lin smiled and didn't care. He continued to play with all kinds of equipment in the corner.
Soon, the night began to fall.
The grandest performance in the Eighth District of the Holy Land of Taichu had begun!
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