Time passes in the blink of an eye, and the decoration and personnel training of the shop are like tea, and it is time to accept the results, and today is the day of the opening of Zhuxiang Youju. ∥。 s

The sky was sunny and breezy, and Murong Jiu took the three of Die'er out happily and excitedly early in the morning to Zhuxiang Youju.

Knowing that Wang Zi'an handled things properly, Murong Jiu was still in a passionate and nervous mood, thinking that it would be better to go and see it first, otherwise with her temperament, she would be like an ant on a hot pot in the morning.

What's more, she posted and invited a lot of VIPs, and she also had to mention being present and ready to receive them.

When Murong Jiu and his party came to Zhuxiang Youju, Wang Zi'an and others, plus a group of guys and entertainers, were already making preparations.

Wang Zi'an and Mu Qing were busy, and when they saw Murong Jiu, they only said hello, and then they went to check the equipment, etc., and even the leaflets that were to be distributed were carefully read again before they were relieved.

On the first day of opening today, except for the people invited by Murong Jiu, the publicity efforts were not strong. For the first 100 people in the store, Tsukuka Yuju will be entertained for free, and all consumption will be discounted by 7%, and the viewing fee will be free, and all today's special performances will be given away for free.

Leaflets and other things, of course, are the ideas provided by Murong Jiu, which are not modern and diverse, but only black on a white background, highlighted in red letters in the key points of free, 100 people, 7% off, wonderful performances, etc. In this ancient world, where there was no means of propaganda, it was also unique, refreshing, and inquisitive and impulsive to find out.

Murong Jiu saw that they were very busy, so he didn't bother, and asked the three of Die'er to help, while he went to the place where the entertainers in the backyard were dressed.

The entertainers of Zhuxiang Youju are what she has put the most effort into, and she even taught it herself. Murong Jiu rearranged some modern tunes, so that these ancient musicians could perform the tunes, instruct the singers on the singing skills, etc., but most of them were just to provide some advice.

Today's first performance, she was a little nervous for them.

"Miss Murong" Murong Jiu entered the Ladies Garden, and when Ruan Mingyu saw the dancing and singing girls, they all stopped their movements and greeted Murong Jiu.

"Hello, how are you, how are you preparing?" Murong Jiu asked with a smile.

"It's very well prepared, it's just that the girls are a little nervous when they appear for the first time." Ruan Mingyu smiled.

Ruan Mingyu, twenty-six years old, a young lady from a scholarly family in Tianyao Rongcheng, but later suffered a family downfall, her fiancé divorced, her parents died of illness, and she entered the Qinglou in desperation. This Ruan Mingyu can sing and dance, but he does not sell his body, and after a few years, he turned to teaching, teaching singing and dancing in the Qinglou, and is quite famous in this industry, and he was invited to Bian Jing to teach.

The fate is bumpy, and she can clean herself when she enters the Qinglou, and she can retreat bravely, and she always retains her enthusiasm for life, and she is really a strange woman.

And Wang Zi'an was able to invite her, it was entirely because she was tired of turning between Qinglou, with this opportunity, and Wang Zi'an tried his best to make her understand the business nature of Zhuxiang Youju, she was willing to take the risk of switching to Zhuxiang Youju as a teacher.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, just play naturally, as a regular practice." Murong Jiu chuckled and said, nervousness is inevitable, she only hopes to create a relaxed atmosphere so that they don't get too nervous.

"Yes, got it." Everyone smiled in response.

"By the way, why don't you seem to see Qing Pian" Murong Jiu swept around, but didn't find that Qing Pian, who was good at singing and was delicate and lovely, couldn't help asking.

"I didn't see her when I first came over, and I don't know if I overslept. In the past few days, everyone has been practicing day and night, probably tired. Ruan Mingyu said worriedly, but there was protection for her subordinates and students in her words, which showed that she treated them very caringly.

"Oh no, Ruan Jiao Xi Qinglian, Qingpian She didn't know how to catch the wind cold, and now her throat is out of voice and she still has a fever." A young girl ran over, shouting as she ran, her tone full of anxiety and worry.

"How can you ask for a doctor like this, what can I do, her show is the finale." Ruan Mingyu listened to the girl's return, and her heart fluttered, both worried about Qinglian's body and worried about today's opening performance.

"Two days ago, I heard her cough a few times, I thought it was nothing, but just in case, Qing Lian still grabbed the medicine and came back to take it, but I didn't expect that it was useless to take the medicine, but it was more strict." Another girl in a dance costume, a dancer who was on the same stage as Qing Lian, was the first to speak out worriedly.

"I, I'm in a hurry to tell you Ruan Jiaoxi, I haven't had time to ask for a doctor, I'll go." The previous girl's words were robbed, and she hurriedly said at this time.

"Wait, don't worry, I'm also a doctor, let me take a look." Murong Jiu said indifferently, it was useless to be anxious at this time, he should find a way to remedy it.

"yes, let's go check it out." Ruan Mingyu was reminded by Murong Jiuyi, settled down, walked ahead, and hurriedly walked towards Youju's residence.

Murong Jiu followed Ruan Mingyu to the room where Qing Lian lived, this was a room where four people lived, and now only Qing Lian was lying on the bed.

Murong Jiu stepped forward, and at this time, Qing Lian frowned, with a painful look on his face. Murong Jiu probed for a while and determined that Qing Lian was due to excessive singing practice, and the channel was inflamed and caused by fever. If she takes a few pills, she will be fine, but now she can't perform on stage.

Murong Jiu prescribed medicine, asked people to grab the medicine, and asked Ruan Mingyu to send someone to take care of her, so he left with Ruan Mingyu to discuss remedial measures.

"What can I do now, who will I find to replace Qing Lian temporarily, only one of us here can sing Qing Lian, and the others are basically incomplete in five tones, even if they can argue five notes, they can't get on the stage, let alone the finale." Ruan Mingyu was in a hurry, the success or failure of today's performance is related to the reputation and reputation of Zhuxiang Youju in the future, and it is a matter of importance, but it can't be ruined like this.

Qing Lian's performance program, Murong Jiu knows, is a famous song of this era, which was written by Mr. Yuheng and danced by Ruan Mingyu. There is movement in the stillness of this song, there is stillness in the movement, the melody is undulating, continuous, beautiful and beautiful; The accompanying dance, elegant and soft, like a wild goose, with the cooperation of the two, can be described as a shocking song.

Now that I have lost my pity, I have lost the whole shocking heart. The time for training is too tight, everyone can only keep their positions, practice their own programs, there is no extra time to train backup, and now there is no one to replace Qing Pian, and there is no other program that is comparable or better, I really don't know how to be good.

"Ruan Jiaoxi, otherwise, you will take Qinglian's place." After thinking about it, Murong Jiu moved his gaze to Ruan Mingyu and smiled.

"No, my singing voice is not as good as it used to be, it's okay to teach them skills, going on stage will only make the whole performance unblew." Nguyen Minh Ngoc dismissed it directly. Her voice was damaged and she could no longer drink beautiful singing.

A word to readers:

Ask for collections, ask for tickets, if the recommended tickets can break 100 every day, it is better to stay up late in ninety-nine ~~~~