"Sigh, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me."
"Who are you? Why should I give up my place to you? I'm watching a good show!"
"Ahem, I'm that Master Qin!"
Qin Guan's words attracted the attention of all the policemen who had been staring at the martial arts club members on the square.
Qin Guan took advantage of their daze and squeezed through the crowd.
"Greetings to Master Qin!"
It was deafening.
Oh my god, I was scared to death.
"Don't just stand there. The conference performance is about to start. Follow me backstage to prepare, okay?"
"Yes!"
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang clang …
Fine, he's knocking again!
When they passed the trembling police officers, the masters of the martial arts club greeted them one by one.
"Thanks for letting me win!"
"Please!"
When they walked backstage, the disheveled sheriffs thought that the 'shocking' performance was coming to an end. When the dragon and lion dancers in the square began to pack up and leave, melodious Buddhist music came from afar.
"Coo, that Mojana, Dara Yaya … Yuhawala Yaya …"
Led by Master Guolin, the six Shaolin monks and their secular disciples walked toward the NYPD's conference hall in a grandiose manner, surrounded by a crowd of believers.
Master Guolin was wearing the gift Qin Guan had given him. It was a cassock made by a local craftsman and made of brocade.
The gold embroidery, the hollowed out inlay and the small jewels inlaid on each node showed how considerate he was to the Shaolin Temple in New York.
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Master Guolin, who was wearing a luxurious robe, looked even more solemn.
The New York Shaolin Temple had turned out in full force today, so when the surrounding believers saw the abbot's attire and understood why he had gone out, they spontaneously followed him.
Serving the Buddhist Dharma with pleasure …
The broad and deep Buddhist song playing behind him was the masterpiece of a music store owner.
The most interesting thing was that this group of people was different from the 80% Asian faces in the martial arts hall just now. In the Shaolin Temple group, more than half of the people were Americans.
"Amitabha …"
"Please go to the front desk of the police station, Civil Affairs Department …"
Master Lin was impressed by Chief Henry's reply. He even knew how to beg for alms. China's culture wasn't bad.
"Very good, very good. I'm here at the invitation of Benefactor Qin …"
"Oh, Master, this way please. Do you see the small door on the left? Pull it open and you'll see the backstage. Benefactor Qin is currently inside. "
Master Lin's tone was as calm as still water. Captain Henry, who had answered him, had unconsciously used honorifics on him. The Shaolin people, who had gotten a response from Master Lin, bowed to the captain in unison.
"Thank you!"
A group of bald heads flashed in front of everyone's eyes, followed by a group of blond and blue-eyed men in nondescript attire.
When this group of people completely disappeared from the conference hall, the police officers from all over the country were in an uproar!
"My God, Henry, what are they going to perform?"
"Are there any other performers? Don't be so surprised. I'm not young anymore. I thought I was going to die here today! "
"Are you kidding me? Are our guns for breathing?"
"No, you can't understand the mystery of these Orientals! Really, old friend, you have to be more vigilant! "
Director Henry, who had been talking all at once, was completely speechless by these chiefs with different personalities. He waved his hand helplessly. "Don't worry, there's a back door for actors in this conference hall. I don't think there'll be anyone who's out of line. Maybe, maybe, maybe …"
After Chief Henry's explanation, even the delicious cocktails on the waiter's tray were no longer in the mood to drink.
After all, not many people would come on stage in such an exaggerated way. The police officers, who were looking forward to the performance, just lay by the door.
On the contrary, the buffet in the venue began to be served in full swing.
Everyone was chatting, drinking, eating, watching the wonderful performance on the stage and dreaming about the bright future. Chief Henry ordered Qin Guan, who was waiting backstage, to start the performance.
Being entrusted with a task, one must be faithful to the task. That's why the Chinese are so honest.
Qin Guan had racked his brains to prepare a performance for the annual meeting. Finally, the curtains opened in the large hall.
Below the venue, there was a lively discussion. The delicacies that were served first made everyone feel relaxed.
Suddenly, a melodious sound came from backstage. Then, the lights in the sealed auditorium were turned off one by one.
The lights in the entire hall dimmed down. Only the melodious music could be heard coming from the stage. On the other hand, a few bright lights with high brightness were lit up. It lit up the dark venue, making it exceptionally bright.
The curtain on one side of the stage began to slowly rise, and four or five bands made up of Chinese classical instruments slowly appeared in front of the audience.
None of the audience had ever seen the instrumental music on stage before, but it didn't affect their admiration for these uniquely shaped instruments.
For no reason at all, it looked so elegant and grand, as if it was the product of history.
In the middle of the band was an old pipa player. The sonorous sound was like the sound of nature.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A murderous aura swept over the audience like an iron horse. Accompanied by the music, the main performers walked onto the stage one by one.
No, they didn't walk. It was more appropriate to describe them as "leap".
These university cheerleaders could also perform somersaults and leaps in the air. For some reason, these martial artists had an air of bravery about them.
Led by the members of the martial arts club, a group of people dressed in neat black Chinese-style clothes lined up in several rows and let out the most orderly shouts.
"Ha! Ha! "
They threw punches, withdrew their fists, took a horse stance and kicked high. Everything was done in an orderly and powerful manner.
The group of men who had been through the hail of bullets under the stage were dumbfounded.
Are they here to perform? Are they not here to challenge us?
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