Fortunately, they had returned to the tent and saw that their tent and stage had become unrecognizable. They couldn't help but change the topic quickly and said, "This tent is not a big problem. The key is that you borrow the stage and speakers from others. Let's see what you do now!"

This time it was Wang Nan's turn to scratch his hair, and he was a little stunned.

"You don't need to worry!" Qiao turned it out from somewhere and smiled: "There is no problem with the speaker. There is a little problem with the stage, but it is not a big problem! God, I am willing to hear such a wonderful song even if I smash it all!"

The next day, Ding Li and his two men were invited to go back and prepare for rehearsals. Although Ding Li was asked to perform Chinese Kung Fu and dance with Wang Nan.

But you can't just punch casually. Naturally, there are special characters who design actions based on Wang Nan's singing to achieve perfect cooperation between the two parties.

This kind of thing is not a problem for Ding Li. For the guy who has embarked on the road of cultivation and has even sacrificed the two ghost soldiers of Qinggui and Mugui, it is a piece of cake to complete any action.

Even the old-fashioned dance designer Steve, who had always been stern and thought the performance was about to begin, but suddenly put it in and was dissatisfied with the show's approach, said coldly to Ding Li: "Kung Fu kid, you perform first and let me see what you have!"

Ding Li remained calm and was actually mentally prepared for these ubiquitous discriminations from foreigners. But he would use his own performance to shut up everyone!

He jumped onto the stage, and before he could do anything, he just stood there and had a kind of ambition of a shady mountain. It was as majestic as a mountain.

"Damn it, I'm dazzled, or what?" Steve rubbed his eyes and saw Ding Li moving. As soon as he stepped on his feet, the wooden floor on the backstage shook, as if he was beating a drum. The muscles on Steve's cheeks also jumped.

Ding Li was playing Bajiquan this time. Although his movements were not very good, they naturally had a majestic momentum. With great force in every move, the wooden boards on the stage seemed to be stepped on by an elephant. The wooden floor could not stand this kind of thrust, and kept making creaking moans.

Even if a layman, looking at the power of his every move, he knows that this is absolutely impossible to be an empty stance, but a truly direct, ruthless and lethal boxing technique!

When Ding Li finished his merits, Steve said with a smile: "Ding, I want to apologize like you. You are really a kung fu boy, a genius!"

Ding Li shrugged indifferently and said, "I am not a genius, my partner is the real genius!"

Steve disagreed: "Will such a thin girl faint as soon as she sings?"

Ding Li did not respond to this discrimination. In fact, even among Chinese people, Wang Nan was too thin. He just smiled and said, "Mr. Steve, I bet with you for ten pounds, and you will immediately take back this sentence!"

"Are you ten pounds? I bet!" Steve disagreed and even sneered. He is a famous figure in the industry. I don't know how many excellent singers he has seen. How could he be amazed by ordinary goodness? What's more, it's a Chinese country from the rock desert.

But soon, Steve's face changed. Wang Nan, who started to sing, stood on the stage and spoke with a radiant charm, and his voice had a strong penetration and dominance.

This knowledgeable guy immediately changed his face. Not only me, Mr. Steve. Even the others were average, no matter what they did. The entire backstage, including the big-name singers who were preparing for rehearsal, stopped all of them all.

The sound was like clear ice and snow, and it instantly poured into their ears, who were walking in the desert unbearable, making people feel a little trembling from their hearts.

It was manifested on his body, just like the Mr. Steve in front of Ding Li, and the hair on his arms stood up involuntarily in an instant.

This situation is like Ding Li locking his pores while working hard.

The fragile soul was suddenly touched by the knife-like sound.

Even Ding Li had to admire that Wang Nan's voice became more and more indescribable. This is when a person's spirit becomes stronger, it is easier for his emotions to be conveyed with the singing.

"Mr. Steve, how do you feel now? Should I give me ten pounds?" The singing stopped for a long time, and no one came to his senses until Ding Li's voice rang.

"Oh oh oh," the scholar-official, who was awakened from this feeling, was busy taking money from his body. He was dizzy and seemed to have not recovered completely. He even stuffed his wallet to Ding Li!

Ding Li smiled and rushed out of his wallet without hesitation. This was a small lesson.

He whistled and opened the banknotes, and had to admit that Charles Darwin on the back of the banknotes looked more pleasing than the old lady on the front.

Wang Nan squeezed away the people who were shocked by her song, jumped off the stage with a smile, and spread his hands: "After meeting, you won half of it, at least you rely on me to win!"

Ding Li's heart moved slightly. He and Steve made a bet, but he didn't seem to raise his voice. Wang Nan had never approached the two of them, and he actually knew the bet. No wonder he worked so hard when he was trying to sing just now.

It seems that this ** has always brought the broken mirror, or the countess, by her side. No wonder her singing became more and more attractive, and it didn't seem to be just her own credit.

"Great, it's simply amazing. I became your fan," Mr. Steve woke up until this time. He became very excited in the face of Wang Nan, and his face was full of red light: "Can I sign an autograph? Miss!"

"For the sake of the Ten Yin Pounds!" Wang Nan laughed.

"Oh my God, don't mention this!" Steve blushed: "I dare say that when you come on stage, you will definitely shock the whole world!"
Chapter completed!