Chapter 55 The Current Situation of the Pear Garden

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After leaving Wang Yao's sight with a depressed and angry Murakami, he immediately walked towards another rehearsal room with people in a menacing manner.

The rehearsal room here is much more lively than the backstage of the Yue Opera Hundred Flowers Troupe, there are men and women in the backstage, where are the eyebrows and faces, and there is a babbling singing sound at the front desk.

"What about Li Zhuo?" said Murakami, holding back the anger in his chest, grabbing a man with his tongue wide open.

The man naturally recognized Murakami's name, and they had dinner together last night, and everyone at the table was holding this master, and they didn't dare to slack off, "Li Tuan, guide in front." ”

"Tell him to come out and say I'm just waiting for him outside. Murakami snorted coldly and let go of the man's collar and went out of the backstage.

The lively atmosphere in the backstage also quieted down, and everyone knew that this Dongying person seemed to be a bad person.

Li Zhuo was holding a girl at the front desk to get up, raised his eyebrows slightly after listening to the announcement, patted the girl's head with a smile, arranged for the deputy head to continue the rehearsal, and followed out of the backstage of the theater.

Outside the theater backstage, looking at Murakami leaning against the wall and smoking, he walked over with a smile, "Mr. Murakami, why did you come back?"

"Li Zhuo, what kind of heart do you have?" Murakami took a puff of his cigarette and spit the smoke ring on Li Zhuo's face.

Li Zhuo's smile stiffened, don't turn his head and cough twice, "What's wrong with your tongue?"

In addition to hearing Murakami's bad tone, he also heard that there was something wrong with his tongue.

Murakami's face turned dark, and he snuffed out his cigarette butt and threw it into the trash, "I accidentally bit it." ”

Li Zhuo waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and chuckled, "Where do I have an ancestral ointment, which specializes in treating wounds in the mouth, I used to study drama when I was a child, and I was often cut by chopsticks, but why did you come back? I have been singing with the children for a while." ”

"The drama over there is good, and I accidentally listened to it. Murakami suddenly had a flash of inspiration, rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Li Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, "I still have a pair of authentic works of the master of water birds at home, go and help me identify it at night?"

Murakami's eyes lit up, and finally shook his head, "Forget it, there is no blessing." ”

"No, there's a way to do it. Li Zhuo said with a smile.

"I listened to Mao's play, and I felt ashamed, let's forget what we said. Murakami shook his head and excused.

Li Zhuo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then you will make a way?"

"Head Li, I respect you as a family, don't insult the art that has been passed down from your ancestors. Murakami suddenly said righteously.

Li Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he couldn't know what Murakami's name was, he couldn't know better, he was a businessman who was squeezing oil in the Huaxia and Dongying art circles, a profitable one, and it was already said at the dinner yesterday that he had made trouble for Mao Weitao's Baihuayue Troupe in the past two days, affecting their performance.

In this way, Li Zhuo's Peking Opera Troupe won nine out of ten awards.

How did the attitude change in one morning?

The ghost believes that a businessman talks about conscience, Li Zhuo feels that there must be something strange in it, but seeing that Murakami's attitude is so tough, Li Zhuo also knows that he can't force it, so after saying a few words, he sent Murakami away.

Li Zhuo frowned and returned to the backstage, he was almost hit by a heel, and looked at the stupid big man who hit him with displeasure, "Lin Kai, you are in such a hurry to reincarnate." ”

It was a peer Wang Yao who also saw yesterday, Xiang Linkai.

Xiang Linkai patted Li Zhuo's clothes embarrassedly, "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm going to say hello to my sister." ”

"Your sister is here?" Li Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Go with you." ”

"Don't you still have to take the regiment to the front of the rehearsal? Xiang Linkai said.

"It's okay, I'll let Xiao Wang take them first, anyway, it's all a trick. Li Zhuo waved his hand, explained to the deputy head of the regiment, and followed Xiang Linkai back to the hotel.

Xiang Linkai's sister is not from Liyuan, but she is indeed a senior in the opera industry, and the descendant of Lin Hongyu, the female drum king of Jingyun, is named Liu Licui.

is in his fifties, but his face is still beautiful, although he has some wrinkles, but the temperament of a celebrity is undoubted, especially in a cheongsam.

Xiang Linkai and Li Zhuo returned to the hotel and went straight to Liu Licui's room, and just as they were about to knock on the door, the door opened.

Li Zhuo was stunned, because it was Mao Weitao and Wang Yao who came out of it.

Mao Weitao was also stunned for a moment when he saw Li Zhuo, but he didn't show any abnormality and nodded, "Senior Brother Li." ”

"Senior sister. Li Zhuo came back to his senses and smiled back.

"Let's go first. Mao Weitao didn't say much, and took Wang Yao out of the room and walked towards the elevator.

"Senior brother, go in. Xiang Linkai looked at Li Zhuo in a daze and reminded him loudly.

"Oh. Li Zhuo answered, tidied up his clothes and walked into the room.

"It's really interesting. Entering the elevator, Wang Yao chuckled.

"What?" Mao Weitao glanced at him.

"That Li Zhuo, it's interesting that he didn't blush and didn't beat his heart when he was a bad guy. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"If all the bad guys write these two words on their faces, the world will be peaceful. Mao Weitao shook his head and walked out of the room, "Come to my room to talk." ”

"Aren't you going to eat?" asked Wang Yao suspiciously.

"Eat later. Mao Weitao glanced at Wang Yao and brushed the door open.

Wang Yao followed and walked in, standing aside in a proper manner.

"Sit casually. Mao Weitao sat on the bed and packed the things he had just gotten back from Liu Licui.

Wang Yao looked around and sat on a stool in front of the balcony.

"I thought about it on the way, although you haven't officially apprenticed yet, but you are already a member of our Yue Opera Gate, and I have to tell you something. Mao Weitao coughed, "Although you handled today's matter a little recklessly, it was quite appropriate, but it will not be an example." ”

Wang Yao nodded obediently.

"Peers are enemies, you must know this truth, so when you enter this industry, don't think about living a quiet life, because no matter how good or bad you are, someone will provoke you, because now in the opera circle, no, it can be said that the atmosphere of the entire opera and opera circles is like this. Mao Weitao pursed the corners of his mouth, "You also know that after graduating from a professional college, joining the troupe is equivalent to taking an iron rice bowl, whether there is a play or not, the troupe will support you." ”

Wang Yao nodded, he entered Hangcheng Art School because of this iron rice bowl.

"But there are times when the iron rice bowl is smashed. Mao Weitao's expression was extremely serious, although the actors were recorded, they would not be expelled unless there was a problem with discipline, but the troupe would be disbanded. ”

Wang Yao was stunned, he really hadn't thought about this problem.

"Across the country, there are hundreds of local opera genres, from the 80s, nearly 1,000 registered troupes, to the present, there are only more than 200 professional troupes left, most of which have been disbanded, do you know what the reason is?"

Wang Yao blinked, "No money." ”