Chapter 100

Gu Zheng took it in peace of mind. He was really like Guo Yan's master and ordered him to go down: "what about buying clothes?"

"Don't worry, I can't lack any costumes here."

When Guo Yan didn't meet him, he prepared a full set.

After calculating the money, Gu Zheng thought the man should leave wisely? Didn't you see Caifeng bring out the rice?

Who thought the child hesitated and opened his mouth again: "master Gu, there are a group of special guests waiting outside, saying they want to see you. Can you see them?"

"Oh?" Gu Zheng was curious: "who is it?"

"I'm from some song troupes in Peiping city. I'm attracted to the opera and say I have a few words to tell you."

"Oh, see you then."

Listen to each other's intentions.

Seeing Gu Zheng nodding, Guo Yan hurriedly opened the door of the lounge. Hula suddenly rushed in. Three or four old men turned around Gu Zheng for three times and looked at him carefully twice. Only then did he nod with satisfaction and sit in front of Gu Zheng's table.

You know, this is a lover. You don't know, you think this is to pick animals.

"I said, some old gentlemen, what do you call me?"

Before Gu Zheng's voice fell, an old man with white hair and beard grabbed his hand and asked anxiously, "is your master called Tian Dazhuang?"

"Er, I don't know Tian Dazhuang. I know my master's name. His name is wensong."

"Is it master wensong who opened Chaoyun club in the suburbs of Beijing?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Sure enough, it was him." the old man opposite Gu Zheng, after getting the exact answer, showed a clear face: "because your master and I were in the same period in Beiping city. Two people went to the stage at the same time, one in the south of the city and the other in the north of the city. At that time, they were called Beiping Shuangying."

I can't see. The thin old man opposite is like a dry monkey, or is he the original famous actor?

After the old man reported the name of the past, the people in the field suddenly got up.

At the beginning, the two young students were equally good at fighting and being quiet. They had their own characteristics.

There are signs of caring for each other, but no one can beat anyone.

The two brothers who thought they were going to fight for the last life, who became Gu Zheng's master, Wen song, suddenly lost his voice, withdrew from the pear garden line in the city, and disappeared silently in the sight of everyone.

This made the old man, who had not yet won, unhappy all his life.

Now I see his descendants, and the enthusiasm once possessed when I was young is gushing out again.

"Since you are Wen song's disciple, can you give me a word?"

Now, there is still a smell of temporary marriage recognition in it. Gu Zheng doesn't want to be hostile to the predecessors in the pear garden industry. He doesn't hesitate to stand up and say a few words in good order.

At this opening, the group of old men opposite showed a satisfied expression.

That's right. This is a good voice. You don't have to sing Xiaosheng. It's a pity.

After two words, Gu Zheng sat up properly. Inexplicably, he thought of uncle he in the first world.

The group of old men in front of them, all with the style of a strict teacher, are not easy to fool.

"Good singing! Then why don't you sing Xiaosheng? Say! Just ask why you don't sing Xiaosheng? You're fooling around, you know? Where's your master? Let him come and talk to me!"

Hi, this one is still thinking of Wen song.

"I, my master is dead." Gu Zheng's clever expression, coupled with appropriate red eyes, calmed the row of people opposite.

"It's no wonder that no serious person leads the way. I don't blame you. Then, from now on, you don't sing here."

"You go to my theater to sing and sing your little life. Look what you look like now. Good corner, stay in this broken place! It's a blasphemy of Opera!"

Oh, hey, you old man, I love drama so much. I respectfully invite you in. In the end, you don't dig my pillar in front of me and insult me!

What happened to my garden? Why insult master Gu?

After listening to the old man's words, Guo Yan couldn't bear it. He rolled his arms and sleeves and wanted to go up. One person rammed a black eye green. He didn't think about it. Before he stepped out, Gu Zheng stepped on his foot.

Gu Zheng, who stopped Guo Yan from making trouble, opened his mouth pitifully: "thank you for your promotion, but I account for 40% of the pumping water in this yard. If you can give me such a price, I don't mind changing places and looking for another place."

When Gu Zheng said the price, everyone present was silent.

These people, who are well mixed, pull the flag to start the opera team, but also share the accounts with the teahouse opera garden. After deducting the expenses, they don't have much profit left.

Those who don't mix well still hang a bill in the Grand Theater. Only according to the number of votes sung can they get a certain percentage.

Forty percent. Why don't we come and sing with you?

Seeing that the old friends across the street were all dumb and angry, Guo Yan's nose couldn't help turning up five degrees. Ha ha, do you know the power of the young master?

I threw it with money. Can you compare it?

Ouch, it's just instep pain.

Gu Zheng looked at the atmosphere and quietly took off the soles of Guo Yan's feet.

Who thought, if it didn't work out, the group of old men made a second request: "what are you singing for?"

"Make money."

"Then sing your life down-to-earth! We can guarantee that it will be much more than you earn now."

"But I!" Gu Zheng had not found a proper reason for himself, and his words were interrupted again.

"Come on, don't you just want to say you're handsome? Who was not handsome when we were young? There are several singers who are not handsome, and they haven't sung a flower."

The old men really guessed Gu Zheng's mind, but as he lifted the hair curtain up, showed his face in front of the old men, and then quickly put it down, the old men were hit by today's second blow, and they were silent again.

Can we have a good chat with this boy?

No such a blow.

In order to cover up the embarrassment of his handsome words just now, Wen song's old opponent coughed twice. In a twinkling of an eye, it was a more righteous Education: "what's wrong with being handsome? Have you forgotten what we eat?"

"It's hard to make us more beautiful on stage, but isn't it a very simple thing to make us ugly?"

"Fool!"

Yes, it's called dark under the lamp. It's modern that his appearance depends on makeup. It's too serious for Gu Zheng's ideological imprisonment.

Conversely, makeup can also achieve the effect of dressing up ugly!

You old men are still very useful.