Chapter Thirty-Seven: Three Million (Naked Running for Recommendation Votes)

Half a month ago, the Department of Cultural Affairs brought together more than a dozen local opera masters in Beijing to review a new script, which is called "The Peony Pavilion".

After a whole day of reading and reviewing, all the opera masters nodded excitedly: "Okay!

"Do you think this book is good?" Seeing the excitement of several old artists, the director asked curiously.

"Yes, of course! It's definitely a classic. One of the Kunqu operas said excitedly: "This "Peony Pavilion" is very affectionate, and it is definitely suitable for interpretation with our Kunqu Opera." Director, I don't care, this book must be given to the Kunqu Opera Troupe. ”

Kunqu Opera Troupe, the Tang Opera Troupe alongside the Beijing Opera Troupe. Although Peking Opera is the quintessence of the country, Kunqu Opera, which is known as the ancestor of a hundred operas, is not inferior. If it weren't for the fact that Kunqu Opera is a bit too elegant, and I can't understand it at all without any knowledge, which has caused a situation of high and low qu, I am afraid that the quintessence of the country may not be Peking Opera.

But even so, the status of Kunqu Opera in the opera industry is still unshakable, and those intellectuals who like history and culture love Kunqu Opera a lot and support a lot of Kunqu Opera actors.

It's just that most of the Kunqu opera performances in recent years are old operas from dozens or hundreds of years ago, and although there are new operas, they are not classic enough, and few of them persist for more than three years. As the head of the Kunqu Opera Troupe, it was not easy to find a classic script suitable for Kunqu Opera, and he didn't fight hard to grab the book.

"Lao Liang, you are a little unparticular!" The opera masters of other factions were dissatisfied: "Why should it belong to your Kunqu Opera Troupe? Our other operas also lack good books, and this book cannot be monopolized by your Kunqu Opera Troupe." ”

"Hmph! Except for Kunqu Opera, other operas can't perform the romantic feelings of "The Peony Pavilion" at all, what are you robbing me of?" the head of the Kunqu Opera Troupe looked disdainful.

Other opera masters were furious and stood up to copy the guy.

"Ahem!" Seeing that a few respected old-timers were about to fight, the director of the hall hurriedly coughed heavily and persuaded: "Teachers, teachers, all teachers are respected old artists, why quarrel over a book? Anyway, the book is here, if all the teachers are interested, just take it and arrange it." ”

"Good idea!" The eyes of all the famous artists lit up and said: "Okay, every opera troupe has a share, and no one can swallow it alone." ”

"It doesn't matter. "As long as it can be performed, the head of the Kunqu Opera Troupe doesn't mind sharing it with other opera troupes.

"Director, can you let our Peking Opera Troupe rehearse this book first?" As soon as the head of the Peking Opera Troupe, who had not spoken, opened his mouth, other opera masters were anxious: "Old Yu, what do you mean!?"

"It's not interesting. The head of the Peking Opera Troupe said lightly: "Next month is the annual Sino-European Cultural Exchange Month, and we are one of the representatives of the Peking Opera Troupe. Recently, the troupe is worried that there is no new book, I didn't expect someone to send a pillow when I dozed off, and I took this opportunity to rehearse a new play in our Beijing Opera Troupe, so that the European people can see the charm of our Tang opera. ”

The head of the Peking Opera Troupe brought out the national righteousness, and other opera masters stopped talking. The world is big, and Datang's reputation is the greatest, they don't dare to pull back at such a time, otherwise the good reputation they have accumulated for most of their lives will be ruined.

"Then let's go together!" The head of the Kunqu Opera Troupe smiled faintly: "It just so happens that our Kunqu Opera Troupe is also one of the representatives, I want to see if the performance of Peking Opera is good, or the performance of Kunqu Opera is better?"

The two bigwigs in the opera industry looked at each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Ahem!" The director coughed dryly and said, "Then this matter is decided, and we have accepted this book from the Department of Culture." ”

There was a pause: "What do you think is the right price?"

All the masters said in unison: "Priceless!"

Director: "......"

In the end, the hall chief gritted his teeth and gave the highest price, a full three million.

The Agency for Cultural Affairs stated in the notice of the acquisition of the script that the maximum price was 300,000 yuan for the 10,000-word script. "The Peony Pavilion" adds up to nearly 100,000 words, which is equivalent to nine and a half scripts, and it should be given 2.85 million. But more than a dozen opera masters say that "The Peony Pavilion" is a priceless treasure that can add a lot of market share to opera, and may be a cultural treasure in a few years.

The most important thing is that this book was handed over by Liu Zhikui.

As a great contributor to the promotion of opera among the people, even the director of the Department of Culture does not dare to wait slowly. Since this is the case, the director of the hall naturally can't be stingy, and directly make up an integer.

Three million is not a small amount, and it takes several procedures in the middle, and it took half a month for the money to be transferred to Ma Yinuo's account.

When Ma Yinuo saw this money, his whole person was blinded.

He thought that the 300,000 yuan given by Liu Zhikui was a lot, but he never dreamed that a play could be sold for a sky-high price of 3 million.

Sure enough, poverty limited my imagination.

……

After getting this manuscript fee, Ma Yinuo called Liu Zhikui as soon as possible and sent his gratitude.

"It's you who wrote it well. Liu Zhikui didn't expect the Cultural Department to be so bold and dare to give such an outrageously high price, but thinking of the classics of "The Peony Pavilion", as well as the words of 'treat' when those old friends in the opera industry called him some time ago, he probably understood what was going on.

Oh, thanks to the help of old friends.

With these three million, my life as a student will be much better in the future.

In the past three years, it has been really difficult for this child. Although I didn't help as a teacher because I didn't get the news, I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart. Well, now, with these three million, the knot in his heart is untied.

"I didn't expect your kid to enter the military art troupe quietly, why didn't you say a word to me?" After untying the knot, Liu Zhikui joked: "Don't you want to invite me to dinner?"

"How can it!" Ma Yinuo hurriedly explained: "Something happened to my sister-in-law, and I didn't have time to report to the group, so I ran to Jiangnan in advance, and I haven't gone back yet!"

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhikui smiled and frowned.

"It's nothing. Ma Yinuo said lightly: "My wife's parents and younger brother were drowned in the flood, leaving only one sister, and I came over to help deal with the aftermath." ”

"......" Liu Zhikui was silent for a moment and said: "People die like lights going out, let him pass in the past!"

"Hmm. ”

After a little silence, Liu Zhikui asked, "How is the matter going, when will you come back?"

"That's pretty much it. Ma Yinuo said: "But my sister-in-law is about to take the college entrance examination, and I want to take her back to the capital after the college entrance examination." After a pause: "I'll visit the teacher's house then." ”

"It's fine. Liu Zhikui said: "It's the college entrance examination in two days, let's talk about it when I come back!"

"Hmm. ”

"That's right. Liu Zhikui said: "Remember to post the news of this script on Weibo." In the middle of this month, the Peking Opera Troupe and the Kunqu Opera Troupe will go to Europe for a cultural exchange tour, and it is your book that will be performed. ”

"Really!?" Ma Yinuo was startled, and then rejoiced: "Sure?"

"That's fake. Liu Zhikui smiled: "You kid, you are an instant hit." ”

"No, it's all the teacher's help. Without teachers, there would be no students today. Ma Yinuo said gratefully.

Just keep these words in your heart and don't say them. Liu Zhikui was very pleased.

The students were angry, and they respected him as a teacher in their hearts, and finally lived up to his hard work.

"Hmm. Ma Yinuo said: "Teacher, you gave me 300,000 yuan last time...... If the price offered by the Cultural Affairs Agency was about the same, I wouldn't say anything, but if they give so much money, students can't take advantage of you. You send the card number and the student transfers it to you. ”

Liu Zhikui smiled: "Okay, I'll give you a text message later." I still have some things to talk about, and I'll talk about it when I come back. ”

"Okay, goodbye, teacher. ”

Not long after, Ma Yinuo received a text message, and according to the card number information on the text message, he transferred 300,000 yuan.

After that, he lay on the sofa to calm down for a while, logged in to the Weibo account with his mobile phone, and posted a message.

"My opera script "The Peony Pavilion" was purchased by the Department of Cultural Affairs at a high price, and is jointly led by the Beijing Opera Troupe and the Kunqu Opera Troupe, and is about to tour Europe. ”

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Running naked for three weeks in a row, the panda hasn't encountered this situation for many years.

Because the type has changed, the editor in charge has also changed, he is thin-skinned, embarrassed to ask, and the Q number of the editor in charge says'Don't ask to recommend', what can the panda do?

It's a big deal to write dozens of public chapters so that siblings can read more content for free.

I'm getting older, and my mind is calmer.

That's it, ask for a recommendation vote.