Chapter 100 (2/2)

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.