Chapter 96

Sure enough, money can make ghosts grind. Today's Dongli tea garden is no longer as cold as the haunted house half a year ago. Outside the gate, there are posters painted by painters. The image of a calm Zhuge Liang leaps into it.

At the bottom of the figure painting is a long selection of old students that Gu Zheng reported to Guo Yan that he can sing. The names of familiar tracks are listed in rows of beautiful brush words.

In the blank space of the pictorial, the actor: Gu Zheng.

The bottom indicates the minimum consumption standard for entering the courtyard to listen to the play: one yuan for each seat.

Such a price is still very close to the people for the residents of this area.

In addition, Gu Zheng opened an audition for the play yesterday. At this time, it was enough to leave the play for a quarter of an hour, and the infield of the tea garden was full.

Many people were also stopped outside the tea garden by the waiter because of the limitation of the venue. They scratched their ears, scratched their cheeks and itched, so they jumped high and began to think about the rut.

On the edge of the garden, all the trees with branches are now full of people, and on the edge of the wall closest to the stage, people are crowded and squatting very closely.

Three new tables have been added in the yard, but they still can't meet the needs of people with a little spare money in their pockets.

Seeing this, Guo Yan, who was watching a play in a separate two-story building that abused power for personal gain, was a little excited and boasted to his little sister: "I'll ask the shops next to me if they sell it. In this case, this business must be expanded!"

Well, sure enough, she can do business. For two hours a day, the other tea gardens are empty. Guo Qian thinks her second brother can't take it down.

Before she could persuade the second brother not to be impulsive, there was a deafening cry under the building. Gu Zheng, who had been calling for a long time, finally began to play with gongs and drums.

Now Guo Qian, even if her second brother lost all her possessions, she couldn't control it. Jin Lian moved gently and floated to the window like a light wind.

Oh, why is this window so like the one she used to peep? I'm so sorry.

Guo Qian, who was embarrassed, stared at the man who had just appeared on the stage and didn't drive for a moment.

At this time, on the stage, in order to make more money and exercise his basic skills, Gu Zheng happily chose a song and a more lively passage.

Huang Zhong from Dingjun mountain.

This is the most personal role in my life.

If you play well, it's no worse than those rolling martial arts students.

It was Gu Zheng who won a full house before he started fighting.

After he slowly opened his voice and his movements began to stretch with the beat, the audience fell into a frenzied ocean.

After so many years of hard and tired basic skill training, the original owner finally came to the day of acceptance of the results.

As the fierce singing began, no one upstairs or downstairs would gossip. Everyone's hearts were mobilized with Gu Zheng's steps and the beat of Gu Zheng.

Guo Qian upstairs looked at Gu Zheng's long legs that were about to kick to the top of her head because of his performance. When she saw his vigorous steps, her overly excited little heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Oh, hey, sister, pinch me gently. That's my arm, not the frame on the windowsill!"

Because Guo Qian looked too involved and held the side's hand, she subconsciously grabbed the wrong place.

However, Guo Yan, who didn't care at all, smiled and went over after his sister loosened her claw: "how's it going? He's singing well. Look at his fighting skills. It's too solid."

"This is definitely kung fu I have practiced since I was a child. I don't know how I caught it in my hand."

"Your second brother, am I a blessed man, ha ha..."

"Oh? Where are you blessed? Tell me about it!?"

The atmosphere between brothers and sisters was just right. The moonlight was just on the branches and the sound was lingering under the stage. It was a good night, but it was broken by the dignified voice behind it.

Hearing the most familiar sound, the brother and sister's reaction was quite different. Guo Xi turned around happily and ran to the person two or three steps away, acting like a little bird.

Guo Yan turned his head reluctantly, grinned and said rudely, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"Why can't I come! You've put gold on your broken garden? You've turned my baby daughter here, so I can't come and have a look!"

"You bastard! Black sheep!"

"Bang!"

A rather rich and fat old man knocked on Guo Yan's forehead with his crutch. Get it! Uncle Guo and his father came back early.

"It hurts, Dad. You don't hit people in the face. Even if you hit the face, why do you always like to hit the central axis of my face!!"

Guo Yan, who was ashamed and angry, planned to resist against a long red mark from his forehead to his chin. Who thought the old man came to him again.

"Bang!"

All right, are you satisfied now? Became a crusader.

"I said, what are you doing? Dare you bring your sister to such a place? Nonsense!"

Old man Guo's mischief just fell down. Gu Zheng on the downstairs table was a small move, which turned into a beautiful one.

"Color!"

"Reward!"

The high decibel cheering directly overcame his anger, penetrated the clouds and reached old man Guo's ears.

"Hmm? Let me see what you've done? It's quite powerful?"

Old Guo, who was immediately distracted, went straight to the window where his girl had been watching the play.

A tall and straight figure, such as pine, clearly showed in front of him, and several sounds of the singing of the town's three armed forces went straight into his ears.

Don't listen any more. Old man Guo knew that his silly son had picked up a golden egg and came back.

"Hey? I said, son, this man is nice. Where did you invite him?"

"Hey, hey, hey." Guo Yan, who was rarely praised by his father, told his bad relationship with Gu Zheng in detail.

"It seems that the child should be very short of money."

"Yes, I'm short of money, but I have to earn it by myself. Sometimes I think I admire him."

"It's easy to do without money. Today's play is over. Ask him if he would like to sing in Dongsheng building under our family?"

"Go to Dongsheng building to sing Lao Sheng?"

"Bang!"

Another stick that hates iron but not steel.

"Don't you see? His skills are all trained according to the young students. Sing the old students? Sing the old students. I use him?"

Seeing that his father was so knowledgeable, Guo Yan was shocked. Old man Guo looked at his dementia like son and couldn't help raising his nose: "hum! When your father and I were listening to and playing, you didn't know where to feed?"

Feelings, his father was also an old bully.