Chapter 33 The Frog Prince

Seeing Xiao Shunzi's face full of bitterness, Chen Zikun pretended to be angry and said, "I brag yesterday that I was doing well and I was familiar with everyone. I would ask you to borrow a suit and I would push you three or four. Xiao Shunzi, you have learned bad things."

"Brother, I can't find it for you." Xiao Shunzi looked sad and led Chen Zikun into the side door. This was the passage for the service staff to enter and exit. The corridor was dimly lit, and you could vaguely hear the sound of saxophones and the laughter of women in the distance.

Xiao Shunzi was dressed as a waiter, his temples were shaved, his hair was like a teapot lid, and he had a lot of hair wax. When he met his colleague, he greeted him affectionately. When there was no one in the corridor, he quickly opened the door of the storage room and lowered his voice, "Wait for me here, don't run around."

Chen Zikun flashed in and stayed in the storage room for nearly ten minutes. Xiao Shunzi finally came back, holding a big bag in his hand, sweating all over his head, and two lipstick marks on his face.

"Brother, I have sacrificed my color for you." Xiao Shunzi opened the bag and found a black night dress, silk shirt, wool-textured dress top and trousers. They were all freshly washed, the collar of the shirt was extremely crisp, and the trouser line was ironed as straight and sharp as a blade.

"I'm still missing a pair of leather shoes." Chen Zikun said.

"I'm afraid of you." Xiao Shunzi lowered his head and took off his leather shoes and presented them with both hands. He was born with big feet, and the coin was just right for Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun quickly took off his coolie dress, changed into a shirt and dress, put on his leather shoes, snapped his fingers and said, "Hair wax."

"Okay, I'll give it to you all." Xiao Shunzi took out a small iron box from his arms, which was solidified waxy. Chen Zikun used his fingers to pick it out, smeared it on his hair and stroked it back twice, and a big, smooth back came out.

He was still unsatisfied, so he took out a tuft of hair from his old clothes and dipped it in some saliva and put it on his lips. Two beautiful beards came out again.

"Tsk tsk, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles." Xiao Shunzi took a step back and praised sincerely.

Chen Zikun was not bad at all, with his sword eyebrows, starry eyes, a face as jade as a crown, tall and long legs, a thin waist and a back, and then wearing Western clothes that set off his body shape, he looked even more handsome and handsome.

Xiao Shunzi looked at Chen Zikun left and right, as if he was appreciating a work of art he had made. "I'm missing a bow tie, wait, I'll go find it."

"No need." Chen Zikun was about to open the door and go out.

"Brother, my dear brother, it's okay if you just go around, don't talk to others. This outfit was taken down by a French guest. If the filling is exposed, my mission will be smashed. Remember." Xiao Shunzi kept telling him behind.

"I understand, I have a idea." Chen Zikun opened the door and strode towards the front hall. Xiao Shunzi was frightened behind him and couldn't rest assured, and followed from afar.

Chen Zikun walked carelessly on the passage from the kitchen to the dining room. His eyes were stroking around and suddenly he saw the embroidered gold and white silk curtains hanging by the wall. He looked around and saw no one around. He pulled out a bayonet and cut it off, wrapping it around his neck, which looked like a unique scarf.

Xiao Shunzi, who was quietly following him in the distance, almost passed away.

It happened that a waiter came over with a cold cut, and the plate was filled with sliced ​​Harbin Russian red sausage.

"Pa" Chen Zikun snapped his fingers, and the waiter stopped immediately.

Chen Zikun picked up a piece and ate it, scolding, "How can I eat it so salty? I poured it all over and fed it to the dog."

The waiter was stunned and stared at him blankly.

"What are you looking at? Go." Chen Zikun glared.

"Oh" the waiter quickly turned around.

"etc."

The waiter stopped again and watched the man take down the white napkin that he had not tucked around his waist.

"Go." Chen Zikun sent the waiter, folded the napkin, put it on his chest, coughed dryly, and entered the restaurant in a big way.

A Beiyang general came towards him, with a straight blue-gray tweed uniform, three stars on golden epaulettes, white gloves, commanding swords, and extremely heroic.

"Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing recently?" Chen Zikun actually took the initiative to greet the strange general.

Xiao Shunzi, who was following behind, even wanted to die. He bit his nails and prayed: "Oh my God, bless this troublemaker to calm down today."

The general showed a puzzled expression. Obviously, he could not collect any information about the young man in front of him from his memory bank. However, those who can come to such occasions are all high-ranking people. Since they are so polite, they cannot lose their courtesy.

"I wish you good luck," said the general.

"That's great. I have a few old friends here, but I'm not here." Chen Zikun nodded gracefully, pretended to look for his acquaintance, and quickly walked over. The waiter guarding the door had no idea of ​​asking him for any invitation.

The restaurant of Six Kingdoms Hotel is extremely spacious and is usually used as a dance floor. Today it is a cold-dining buffet. Looking around in the hall, there are suits and laces and jewelry. Men are wearing evening gowns with exquisite textures. Some people are wearing medals on their clothes, while the ladies are all shining brightly, competing for beauty. Whether Chinese or foreigners, most of them use English and French to talk.

Chen Zikun brought a cup of martini from the table, leaned against the corner of the wall and looked at the guests, with a slightly evil smile on his lips. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of a group of boring ladies, and he whispered to him with a coquettish look.

Chen Zikun also noticed these lustful and boring women, raised their glasses and made a call to them, and squeezed their eyes, which immediately made the girls fascinated. The little fan in their hands shook rapidly. A beautiful woman with charming stood up impatiently and prepared to come forward to chat with them. At this time, Chen Zikun had already found his prey.

It was a tall and thin middle-aged man who looked kind-hearted. Chen Zikun deliberately stepped forward and hit him, and Martini poured on the other party.

"Sorry, sir." Chen Zikun took out a napkin that was not pretending to be a handkerchief on his chest to help the gentleman wipe the wet clothes. He quietly picked up the invitation he put in his inner pocket with his two fingers.

The waiters also came to help, and Chen Zikun took the opportunity to get out of the dance hall.

...

The fireworks were prepared to be set off in the open space in front of the Six Kingdoms Hotel. In order to avoid congestion, admission tickets were temporarily issued to restrict the appearance of idle people. Those who received admission tickets were all Chinese people with insufficient qualifications. In order to see the Western scenery in the cold weather, they gathered on the streets of Dongjiaomin Lane. They were complacent and proud.

Lin Wenjing was walking through the crowd, excited like a free bird, carrying her father and stepmother out to play, which made her feel particularly exciting. Suddenly there was a familiar figure in front of her. Isn’t that Wang Yueqi?

"Wang Yueqi, you are here too." Lin Wenjing fell from the sky, which scared Wang Yueqi. When she thought of the tickets, she immediately felt guilty. Qiqi said ai: "I... my relative later found a ticket, and I came by myself if there was only one. You won't be angry."

"How could that happen?" Lin Wenjing said, obviously not taking this seriously. Wang Yueqi breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself, could her vote be given by Senior Xu, and she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so she had to endure it.

The temperature in Beijing is very low in winter. People who are waiting to watch the fireworks are stomping their feet coldly. They look at the well-dressed VIPs in the glass windows of the Six Kingdoms Hotel with envy. There is plenty of heating, fine wine, music, and foreign girls with bare shirtlessness. However, the Indian guards at the door stand on both sides like iron towers, and there is also a foreign foreman who is extremely strict. Anyone without invitation will be turned away, even if he is the chief of the cabinet or the general of the Beiyang.

Wang Yueqi murmured: "It would be great if Senior Xu was here, he would definitely have a way to lead us in."

Lin Wenjing blinked. She didn't even want to go into the Six Kingdoms Hotel to play. She could sneak out to see the fireworks. He was already satisfied.

Suddenly a very magnetic voice sounded behind the back: "Isn't this the lady of Mr. Lin's family in the Ministry of Education? I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to the dance together?"

Lin Wenjing and Wang Yueqi turned around at the same time and found a graceful gentleman standing in front of him, a night dress with a black satin gun-shaped collar, two arrogant mustaches, and a pair of eyes like stars in the cold night, extremely dazzling.

Wang Yueqi was stunned, Lin Wenjing was at a loss and said stutteringly: "You... do you know my father?"

In fact, she wanted to say yes, why do you look so similar to my coachman, but she still didn't say this sentence, because it would be considered a brain problem. This gentleman is obviously a member of the upper class and can't even get along with Uncle Chen who is pulling the cart.

It was probably just a coincidence. Lin Wenjing didn't take it too seriously. The major question she was facing was whether she should accept the invitation from this strange man.

Wang Yueqi scratched her ears and faces anxiously, wishing she could agree on behalf of Lin Wenjing.

"Lin Wenjing, it's a rare opportunity." She whispered.

"Okay... Uncle, are you a noble surname?" Lin Wenjing's playful nature finally gained the upper hand, but she was not so stupid that she forgot to ask someone's surname.

Chen Zikun felt a little disappointed, why am I still my uncle?

"Oh, my name is Victor." Chen Zikun stretched out an arm, and a car was coming. The waiter opened the car door. An upper-class couple in night dresses got out of the car with their hands in each other and walked in. Lin Wenjing followed suit and took Chen Zikun's arm.

"This girl is so easy to cheat. This is not a good sign." Chen Zikun thought to himself.

When he arrived at the door, the foreign foreman asked in French: "Sir, can you take a look at your invitation?"

"Oh, of course, it's here." Chen Zikun answered with a genuine Paris accent in French, and at the same time took out a beautifully printed invitation.

The foreman took it and took a look. It read the look of Mr. Lin Changmin of the Foreign Affairs Committee. He did not doubt that he was cheating and returned the invitation and said in stiff Chinese: "I wish you a happy time."

After successfully sneaking into the restaurant, Chen Zikun saw Xiao Shunzi in the corner and blinked at him proudly. Xiao Shunzi almost vomited blood when she saw Chen Zikun bringing a beautiful girl in.

"Brother, what are you going to make a fuss?" Xiao Shunzi whined in his heart.
Chapter completed!