Chapter 585: "Professional Team"

In front of the stage.

Huang Suyue hung her head low, pacing back and forth in front of the many empty seats. Her hands unconsciously rubbed together, and she seemed a little nervous.

The Jinghong Building was completely empty by now. All the audience members had left one after another, and only Huang Suyue, as Chen Ling's "boss," remained below the stage.

"Miss Huang, please wait a moment. Our sir will be out shortly," Kong Baosheng said respectfully.

Kong Baosheng dared not drive her away at all. He even brewed another fresh cup of tea and spoke courteously, knowing that this was Mr. Lin's direct superior. If she were displeased, Mr. Lin would surely suffer.

"It's fine, no rush," Huang Suyue said, taking the tea with both hands and curiously examining the young man. "How old are you this year?"

"Fifteen."

"At fifteen, you're managing such a large theater all by yourself? Where are your family's adults?"

"My parents died in an accident years ago," Kong Baosheng said while wiping a table with a rag. "Now it's just me and my grandmother, but she's not well, so I'm the only one who can earn money."

Seeing the sweat on Kong Baosheng's forehead and the worn-out shirt he had somehow acquired, a flicker of pity crossed Huang Suyue's eyes. She exchanged a glance with Uncle Quan behind her.

"Actually, I have a charitable foundation under my name," she said. "Given your situation, you are fully eligible for a subsidy. Once I get back, I'll help you register. The first payment should arrive quickly; although it's not a large sum, it should cover your daily needs..."

Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment. He carefully looked at the young woman in yellow before him, as if she were an extremely rare species.

"Charitable foundation"... These words were simply a fantasy within the Mortal Realm.

Whether it was the former five major conglomerates or the powerful second-tier ones, their primary objective was to gain popularity and make money. In this era, charitable donations offered no tax benefits, and wealthy individuals wouldn't even consider sharing their assets with the poor. Charitable foundations seemed to exist only in stories.

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

"Grandma always said that one must earn money with their own hands and not accept charity," he continued. "Moreover, after our sir bought the theater, he already advanced me a significant sum as payment for my work, so our life is quite comfortable. At least we don't have to worry about food or drink, and we can afford medicine."

After speaking, Kong Baosheng suddenly realized that the girl in front of him was his sir's boss. He immediately added, feigning casualness:

"Indeed... in the Mortal Realm, there aren't many people as kind-hearted and talented as our sir."

Huang Suyue gazed deeply in the direction of the backstage and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"I never imagined that the Envoy would not only be clear about right and wrong and possess a noble heart, but also be so gentle with a child like Kong Baosheng..." she thought. "A tiger in the heart, yet delicately sniffing a rose... that must describe someone like the Envoy, right?"

Uncle Quan, standing by, watched Huang Suyue's dazed gaze. His mouth twitched slightly, and after hesitating to speak, he let out a helpless sigh.

After wiping the table, Kong Baosheng didn't stop for a moment. He immediately ran to the kitchen with the fruit platter leftovers, and the sound of running water soon followed. Only Huang Suyue and her companion remained in the empty hall.

Meanwhile, a figure in a grand red opera robe slowly emerged from behind the stage.

Seeing the red-robed figure, Huang Suyue's eyes lit up. Uncle Quan also immediately stood up and respectfully said:

"Greetings, Envoy."

"Oh, why are you here?"

"Yesterday at the birthday banquet, we saw that Li Hanxiang forced you to perform on stage, and we felt that was inappropriate," Huang Suyue said earnestly.

"After all, you are a respected Envoy, with the well-being of the Mortal Realm at heart. You can't always be dragged down by such despicable people... Moreover, your reputation is now widespread, and I'm afraid such troubles will only increase in the future."

"Therefore, I specifically brought the Huang Consortium's most professional management team to serve you. We guarantee that similar situations will not occur in the future, and that trivial matters won't occupy your time."

As Huang Suyue spoke, four or five men and women in suits walked in from outside the theater. They lined up behind her, and an aura of elite professionalism swept over the scene.

Chen Ling watched this scene, his eyes full of surprise.

It must be said that Huang Suyue was incredibly meticulous in her actions. He had been troubled by this matter himself just this morning, yet Huang Suyue had not only anticipated potential future situations but also prepared a response plan in an extremely short time. She had decisively brought in the Huang Consortium's top management team, clearly intending to leverage the Huang Consortium's influence in the entertainment industry to protect him.

"You're very thoughtful," Chen Ling said with a slight smile. "However, you should take these people back... I don't need them for now."

Huang Suyue was taken aback. "Don't need them? Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Chen Ling glanced back at the stage. Three figures were slowly emerging from the darkness.

One wore a black jacket with a wolf-cut hairstyle, looking extremely unfriendly. Another, two meters tall, wore a long black overcoat, his deep-set eyes exuding a mysterious sense of oppression. The third had his hands in his pockets, smiling as he looked around, with serpent-like eyes that revealed an unspeakable madness.

Spade 6, Club, Heart 9.

The three stood still behind Chen Ling. The words "don't mess with us" were practically written on their faces. Their intimidating aura immediately stunned Huang Suyue's management team, who exchanged bewildered glances and unconsciously took a half-step back.

Heart 6, still in the grand red opera robe, curved his lips into a deadly smile and slowly raised his hands, saying:

"I already have a 'professional team' that can help me resolve problems..."

Solving problems,

Or,

Eliminating the people who cause problems.

Huang Suyue and Uncle Quan stood frozen, looking at Chen Ling and his three "managers" behind him. From their attire and demeanor, these three looked nothing like professional managers; instead, they resembled hoodlums pulled from the streets... Especially Uncle Quan, who looked at the three with a strange expression and seemed about to say something to dissuade Chen Ling, but Huang Suyue silently pinched him.

Uncle Quan immediately understood and silently closed his mouth.

Huang Suyue waved her hand, signaling for the management team to return to the car first. Only when they had completely left did she speak:

"Since the Envoy already has his chosen personnel, I'll have them go back for now," she said. "If you have any other needs for me or the Huang Consortium, please feel free to contact me at any time."

After speaking, Huang Suyue bowed deeply to Chen Ling, then lifted the hem of her long dress and walked out of the theater.

Just then, Chen Ling's voice sounded again:

"Wait."

Huang Suyue looked back in confusion.

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

"Speaking of which... there is indeed something I need your help with, Miss Huang."