Chapter Seventy-Six: Good News

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It's the same as Wang Yao's back now.

The original white and tender skin made people jealous, and there was a blood-red mark on the underside of the protruding shoulder blade, which was the length of a baby's arm, and the bruises in it were all dark red, which was very dazzling.

He Saifei sneered expressionlessly, "Do you think you are really a Monkey King, King Kong is not bad?"

Wang Yao buried his head and smiled awkwardly.

This wound was when he was performing on the stage just now, because he estimated the wrong position of the prop table, Wang Yao jumped back and fell crimson, he was about to fall to the ground, but he didn't expect to hit the table, Wang Yao, who was in a state of excitement because of the performance, didn't need to pay attention, but He Saifei next to him could see it clearly, and the solid wood round table that the two of them could lift was smashed by Wang Yao.

It can be seen how strong those forces are, and He Saifei was distressed and annoyed at that time.

So when he rubbed Wang Yao and beat him up, he showed no mercy to his subordinates, and Wang Yao, who was in pain, groaned all the way.

Mao Weitao looked at the two of them from the rearview mirror, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Although he was a little 'slightly injured', Wang Yao was very happy, because his reputation increased by 150,000 in one day, which means that in his performance today, more than 5,000 people contributed an average of 30 reputation points, which are all recognition of Wang Yao's efforts, indicating that his play is really successful.

After tasting the sweetness, people have endless motivation, and in the next ten days, Wang Yao began to rehearse "The Legend of Wu Xun" for the people of the troupe, after all, he will not be able to perform every scene in the future, he wrote this script, just to share it with everyone.

At the same time, the name Yue Opera also appeared again in the Hangzhou newspaper.

There was a girl in the school who performed that day, her father was a reporter from the Hangzhou Evening News, the girl was impressed by the Yue Opera, as if she had discovered the New World, and after going back, she checked the Yue Opera on the Internet, and found that except for the news of the fifties, there was basically no news, and the most recent was the last opera activity in the capital.

Finally found an interest, but there was no follow-up, which made the little girl very unhappy, ran all over the video stores in Hangzhou, and finally found only a shop with opera CDs, or Huangmei Opera, so that the little girl really realized that this local opera art in the south of the Yangtze River is really miserable.

So my sister-in-law stalked her and asked her father to do a special issue for Yue Opera.

The reporter's father, who loves his daughter, collected some information, and asked his daughter to write a review and directly sent a column.

But unexpectedly, it set off a wave of 'Yue Opera'.

The main thing is that the little girl wrote after watching it is very infectious.

'Do you know who the most powerful beggar in China is?'

The girl used this title to attract the attention of many old Hangzhou people, mentioning Yue Opera, a name that has disappeared from the public eye for many years.

The young man was curious about the most powerful beggar in China, but in the end, he was shocked by Wu Xun's great personality.

Wu Xun and Yue Opera, these two are the hot words in Hangzhou this week, and the white-collar workers who go to work no longer brag about the news broadcast, but 'Do you know Wu Xun?'

Originally, it was just to make her daughter happy, but she didn't expect it to attract so much attention, this reporter was promoted by the boss to a group specializing in reporting Yue Opera, and he has been soaking in the troupe to watch Wang Yao and their rehearsals for the past few days.

He had a strong interest in this young boy.

As a middle-aged man who is already forty-three years old, it is hard for him to imagine that a whole troupe, forty or fifty people, all obey the orders of one child, and seem to obey unconditionally, which is a bit unbelievable.

The youngest of these troupes are all about thirty years old, and according to normal, they shouldn't be so obedient to a child, but after a few days, he found that Wang Yao basically didn't have any skills in dealing with interpersonal relationships, and he was using his own strength to prove that he could do it, and if others couldn't do it, they had to follow him.

It's so simple and crude.

"Alright, take a break. Wang Yao, who had finished directing the show, clapped his hands and shouted, everyone else was relieved of tension, the atmosphere relaxed, and after being teased by the senior sisters for a while, Wang Yao jumped off the stage and walked to the reporter to greet with a smile, "Uncle Zhu, so early?"

Reporter Zhu held the camera and pressed the shutter on the sweaty Wang Yao, looked at the preview, and said, "Good looks are talent, and you don't need to retouch the picture." ”

Wang Yao took a towel and wiped the cold on his forehead and chuckled, "That's not possible, you have to fix it for me, I can look better." ”

Although it is almost October, the theater is hot and humid without air conditioning, there are many people, and with strenuous exercise, it is like a big steamer.

"Your photo can already be used as a pictorial, An An posted a room, and the child's mother also posted a room, and now our family is full of you when we open our eyes. Reporter Zhu said with a smile: "When are you going to start preparing for the performance? I receive countless people every day, when will your troupe start buying tickets?" ”

"I don't have a lot of opportunities lately, I have to go around Europe. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Going to Europe? Participating in an event?" reporter Zhu raised his eyebrows, a little interested, "It's an international event."

"Yes, but I'm here to see what's going on. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"No, Captain Mao is now the most potential opera actor in China, so he won't have no chance to go on stage. Reporter Zhu was stunned.

"This question is not decided by anyone's high craftsmanship. Wang Yao winked at Reporter Zhu.

Reporter Zhu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and sighed, "Indeed." ”

"Did you have any eyebrows about what troubled you last time?" Wang Yao changed the subject.

Wang Yao still remembered the last time the beggars gang, if the troupe started to get on the right track this time, Wang Yao decided to use the name of Mr. Wu Xun, the 'strange beggars through the ages', to find some life for these poor children.

"I can't get the information you want, but I know that this matter is too involved, do you know how many beggars there are in Hangzhou?" reporter Zhu sighed.

"Last time, if you didn't say it, it was almost 50,000. Wang Yao raised his eyebrows and replied.

Hangzhou now has a fixed population of 6 million, more than 3 million non-local workers, and 50,000 beggars in a city of nearly 10 million

"Yes, this matter, when I first became a reporter, I also wanted to expose some of it, but then I was under pressure and let it go, and those traffickers were even more rampant at my time, and now there is a part of the country's control, and they have also reined in a lot, after all, this matter is a major matter of people's livelihood, and it is not something that we can manage at this level. Reporter Zhu said, "If you want to collect some materials, I can help, and for the rest, child, I advise you." ”

Wang Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and nodded, "I am also here to collect materials, so that I can expand the content of the play." ”

"This drama is really educational, maybe it can make a big difference in the future. Reporter Zhu said with a smile.

"I'm borrowing you with a good word. Wang Yao smiled.

"Little brother~~~" At this time, there was a crisp and pleasant call at the door, and Wang Yao raised the corners of his mouth and walked to the door.

Su Yong jumped over and threw himself into Wang Yao's arms, followed by Jiangqu, which was already the size of a small doll, screaming happily.

Holding Su Yongxiang's soft body around, Wang Yao chuckled and said, "Didn't you really come here?"

"People miss you. Su Yong opened his mouth with a soft girl tone of a treasure island, and Wang Yao had goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.

"Speak well. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Hee-hee, I think it's nice to talk like this, I learned from TV dramas. Su Yong spit out his pink tongue coquettishly.

"TV series are all pitfalls. Wang Yao rolled his eyes and looked at Mr. Ma who followed up behind, "Yo, Master Ma is so idle today to visit Hangzhou Weifu for a private visit?"

"Poor. Mr. Ma glanced at Wang Yao and said with a smile: "I heard that you made a big news, I'll come and take a look." ”

"Hello, Mr. Ma. When reporter Zhu saw Mr. Ma, he was stunned for a moment and stepped forward to say hello.

"This is the editor-in-chief of the Hangzhou Evening News. Wang Yao introduced.

"I've done an interview with you before. Reporter Zhu said with a smile.

"Oh, I have an impression, why are you nailed here?" Mr. Ma said politely.

"I'm now specifically tracking and reporting on Yue Opera, but I didn't expect to see you here, so I've been looking for you to make an appointment for an interview with the museum. Reporter Zhu said with a smile.

"Fate. Mr. Ma gave Wang Yao a look.

"Sit down. Wang Yao understood and fell off the stool.

Seeing that Mr. Ma deliberately avoided the topic, Reporter Zhu sighed and stopped chatting with the interview.

"It's a good play. Wang Yao asked the actors of the troupe to give Mr. Ma a play, and Mr. Ma said in surprise, "I can understand it at this level, which is really good." ”

"The popular version. Wang Yao smiled: "Do you think you can keep the audience?"

"This play is 100% okay, in this way, after you finish the performance in Hangzhou, let Reporter Zhu write an article, and I will ask the reporter friends in the capital to reprint it, you go to the capital to perform a few plays, then it will be officially rolled out, and the ticket holders in the capital will take it, then you will be fine." Mr. Ma said with a smile.

"Rushing to the scene will make friends in the Peking Opera industry unhappy. Wang Yao smiled.

"What can you do if you're not happy? You're the one who Mr. Qigong and Mr. Mei nodded. Mr. Ma chuckled.

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly: "You brought the news?"

Mr. Ma smiled and opened the wooden box in his hand that he didn't know what it was made of, and there was a letter inside, "Mr. Qigong's reply to you." ”

"It's a treasure inlay. Reporter Zhu had some eyesight and asked in surprise.

Baibao inlay is a kind of inlay process, invented by the royal family in the Ming Dynasty, if gemstones, ivory, coral and various jade, polished and inlaid into lacquerware, the beauty of Chinese classical furniture has been raised to a new height.

This kind of treasure inlay is gorgeous, the lacquer embryo is basically made of precious wood, not lower than the value of the gems inlaid above, are used by the powerful royal to hold ink treasures and some valuable things, Mr. Ma in the hand of this, should be the Huanghuali treasure inlay, the body of the vessel with red sapphire inlaid with a hundred flowers, as well as a small seal with words.

On the lid is a coiled dragon inlaid with gold, and the eyes are blood-red rubies, looking majestic and boundless.

When the box was opened from the cloth, it was colorful and glazed, and it was very luxurious.

"This thing is something from the Kangxi period, as for who used it, I really don't know this. Mr. Ma smiled.

Wang Yao touched his hand under the Coiling Dragon Hundred Treasure Insert, and chuckled, "Do you know the seal of Emperor Shunzhi?"

"Shhhh Mr. Ma glanced at Wang Yao and handed the letter to Wang Yao.

Reporter Zhu's eyes widened as he watched as Mr. Ma handed the treasure embed to Su Yong and asked her to play with it, his heart beating wildly.

This Nima is at least a first-class antique, right?

The belief of 'Wang Yao's personal enlightenment' is written with four restrained and vigorous words.

Wang Yao admired these four words for a while and opened the letter.

There are not many words, that is, Mr. Qigong thanked Wang Yao for discovering "Plum Blossom Roll", and there were some problems with the content of the plum blossom roll and framing problems, like asking Wang Yao if he had any clues.

Wang Yao thought for a while, took out a pen and wrote his opinion on the back of the letter.

Mr. Ma, who was chatting with reporter Zhu, turned around and saw that Wang Yao had already started writing, and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe: "Ah! ”

That's Mr. Qigong's words.

"I didn't bring any paper, and I said where the relics were. Wang Yao rolled his eyes and continued to write, and slowly returned it to Mr. Ma behind his back.

Mr. Ma's face was full of pain, "You still write with a pen, it's a sin." ”

"Well, this letter is more valuable when I write it with a pen. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Where did you kid come from. Mr. Ma rolled his eyes.

"When Mr. Qigong unveils the painting, he must take pictures in advance, so that even if it is exposed, we can still draw it. Wang Yao admonished.

"You don't have to worry about it. Mr. Ma depressedly put the letter back in the treasure box, "The house is okay." ”

"That's a good location. Wang Yao smiled: "Surrounded by mountains and rivers." ”

"Nothing too much development, a bit far from the West Lake. It is estimated that it will have to be demolished in the future. Mr. Ma said disappreciatively.

"How much is the housing price over there?" asked Wang Yao.

"I didn't ask, and I didn't settle here. Mr. Ma shook his head.

"Help me inquire. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"What, you want to engage in real estate?" Mr. Ma scoffed.

"I settled in Hangzhou. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll ask for you. Mr. Ma nodded.

"By the way, have you ever been to Berlin, where is it fun and where is it delicious?" Wang Yao asked.

"Of course, why are you asking this?" Mr. Ma was stunned for a moment, "You are going to the art festival?"

Wang Yao nodded.

"What are you going to do? Looking for a heart plug? This thing is out of sight and out of mind. Mr. Ma persuaded.

"I haven't gone abroad yet, why don't you go at public expense?" Wang Yao smiled, his eyes flashing with contempt.

"I'm going to Europe for an auction in a few months, I'll take you there, don't go and have fun with the laity. Mr. Ma frowned slightly.

"You have to go to the auction, you have to go to the art festival. Wang Yao smiled.

Mr. Ma pondered for a moment, "Wait for me to go back and prepare a document for you, do you know English?"

"I can learn. Wang Yao touched the little belly of the curly meat and chuckled.

accompanied Su Yong to eat a meal of Kende chicken, and after explaining that she took good care of her godmother, he sent her to the car and back to the hospital.

Two days later, Xu Feng personally led the team, Wang Yaomao, Wei Tao and He Saifei got on the plane to Berlin.

Wang Yao was happy to hold a large German dictionary and memorize it.

He Saifei, who was wearing a fluttering flower branch, held up the camera to take a picture of Wang Yao's side face reading a book, "Are you nervous?"

Wang Yao turned his head to look at the camera and chuckled: "It's not the first time I've taken a plane." ”

"Then what is the corner of your mouth twitching?" He Saifei asked puzzled.

Wang Yao's gaze followed the camera, looking at the extent of He Saifei's neckline being dropped by sunglasses, revealing a large piece of pink and white tender meat, and was silent.