When Ming Jingxuan returned to Minghui Hall, the moon was setting in the west and the dusk was dark.

"Oh, I'm so tired this day." He sat on the seat in the hall with exhaustion, took a sip of tea, and sighed.

Ma Wei sat aside, with a greedy look on his face: "I'm tired, but we're really making a lot of money."

"Ha." Ming Jingxuan gave him a blank look, his eyes were full of contempt, and he snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes, "To be honest, I really don't want to go to such a street performer. If you hadn't pulled me, I wouldn't have come."

"Oh," Ma Wei frowned, "I know you are the popular artist Mr. Xuan in our entire capital. I don't want to do this kind of showmanship by walking around the streets. Yes, yes, this kind of showmanship is indeed not as comfortable as a theater singing song or a singing party."

"But these people in the city are so profitable. Look at how much we gain today. It's rare for you to come out again, and they have to praise you even more. After this trip today, it's more than a few of our brothers who have earned a few days of singing."

Ming Jingxuan turned his head away displeasedly and continued to drink tea. He just said coldly: "To put it bluntly, you just like money. For money, you can be humble with that Li Jinshan. I really don't know what else you can do."

The character of this senior brother Ma Wei has always been something he can't stand. But after all, he is a senior brother of his fellow disciples. As long as he hasn't done anything too much, he has to say nothing more.

Ma Wei is the eldest disciple of Minghuitang. Since their master passed away, he has taken care of everything in the entire folk art team.

He is a powerful and greedy man. Every time he hosts a performance from his brothers, he wants to make some profits from them. For the sake of money, he flatters the officials and can do anything.

When Ma Wei heard that he mentioned the matter about Mr. Li Jinshan and Mr. Li, he couldn't help but feel scared, "When talking about this, I haven't had time to talk about you yet. You said, "How dare you fight against Mr. Li."

"It's rare that he is interested in your performance. If we make him happy, maybe he can give us a bigger sum, and we'll make a fortune this time."

"What is his identity? He is a wealthy businessman, and no one in the entire capital can compare to it."

"If you mess with him, we will all die if he shoots him. It would be fine if you say you don't perform for him, but you dare to humiliate him in front of so many people."

"Fortunately he was called away later, otherwise we would have a few lives to pay him. I would be afraid of it if I think about it."

Looking at Ma Wei's greedy and timid look, Ming Jingxuan felt more and more disgusted: "We earn money from performing arts. Do we have to be insulted by the officials and landlords in order to make a fortune and flatter them? Even if I die, I will not sing to him."

"Whether they are masters or landlords, how did they treat me, I still have to pay back the capital and interests. I am not you, I am not someone who can betray my dignity for a few taels of money."

"Oh, you said you." Ma Wei frowned and looked incomprehensible: "As long as you have money, nothing is there? What are you afraid of if you can get along with Mr. Li?"

"How much money can you have for face? You have always looked like this since you were a child, but why are you still so arduous to this day?"

"Ha." Ming Jingxuan glanced at Ma Wei, snorted faintly from his nose, continued to drink tea without saying a word.

It is a person with different ideas, and no matter how much he explains it, it is useless. He can sell everything for money, and no matter how much he says, he cannot change it.

"Big Brother, Senior Brother Six." The two junior brothers brought in a blanket with a full layer of colorful heads and said to the two, "This is what we earned this day, where should we put it?"

"It's still the same." Ming Jingxuan was tasting tea on his own, and he didn't even bother to look at the gold and silver beads. "Please carry them down. If you want to like someone you like, just take it away, don't tell me."

"Yes." The two of them responded, trying to lift the lottery head down.

But when Ma Wei saw those gold, silver and jade ornaments, his reaction was completely different from Ming Jingxuan.

His heart seemed to be pulled by the treasure, and his eyes were filled with a greedy light. He stared at the jewelry for a moment without any change, and hurriedly stopped the two junior brothers: "Oh, don't lift it down first, put it there and let me take a good look. You two will go back and rest first."

"Yes." After hearing Ma Wei's words, the two men put the gold, silver and jade artifacts in front of Ma Wei and retreated.

Ma Wei immediately squatted down, picked up the money and jewelry with both hands, and couldn't let go: "This is really a considerable income. I think we are going to pay it. Jingxuan thanks to you. If it weren't for you, how could we get so much money?"

But Ming Jingxuan ignored him for a moment. He had long disdained to comment on such a powerful person who regarded wealth as life.

The handful of jewelry that Ma Wei picked up was mixed with a very valuable sachet, which was the cheapest one compared to those gold, silver and jade.

Ma Wei picked out the sachet from the gold, silver, pearls and jade, pinched it with his thumb and index finger, and looked at the cheap color. His eyes were full of disgust and frowned and said, "What is this? Could it be collected from the stage?"

"We use all the lottery tickets like silver, money, jewelry, etc., and no one who is eye-opening actually throws such a shabby thing up, not afraid of being unlucky."

"In the past ten years of Minghuitang's performance, I have never heard of using sachets as a lottery player. It's really funny. It's better to throw it out as soon as possible, so as not to bring bad luck to our people."

He said that he was about to throw out the light blue sachet.

"Slow down!" Hearing this, Ming Jingxuan felt a stern in his heart, remembering the sachet with a different kind of intention I saw on the stage. Seeing that he was about to throw it out, he hurriedly said to stop it.

"What's wrong?" Ma Wei stopped, turned around, looked at him in surprise, and was startled by his sudden roar.

Ming Jingxuan put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, stepped forward with a serious face, and took two steps forward, snatched the sachet in Ma Wei's hand, with a little anger in his voice, "Is this the audience's wish for us? Did you just waste it casually?"

Chapter completed!