After coming back to her senses, Qian Dingzhang wanted to take her to lunch, He Ruoxi's little head shook like a rattle, and she refused to say that all kinds of snacks and roast suckling pig were full. Qian Dingzhang had no choice but to jump on the No. 5 tram with her, send her to the vicinity of her home, and stuff the snack basket into the little girl's hand, "It's only a few minutes to walk back here, I won't send you, I'll go to the big world."

Unexpectedly, He Ruoxi said pitifully: "I can't take this, and my sister knows that she wants to scold me for being ignorant." ”

Qian Dingzhang looked at the bitter appearance, his heart really rippled, and he wanted to reach out to hug her, but he was quickly dodged, "Near my house here, I will be seen by the neighbor next door, well... Next time, um" said with a lower voice.

Qian Dingzhang was overjoyed and was stunned for a moment, "Let's go home together." ”

When he got home, his son and husband didn't come back, He Ruoxi ran back to his room on the second floor, Qian Dingzhang scratched his head and carried the basket into his room. It wasn't too early to see the time, so I ate a few pastries casually, and at this time Qian Xunzhi came back, and the father and son went to the big world together.

Seeing that the time was still sufficient, Qian Dingzhang suggested walking, taking this opportunity to talk about what he had encountered Cheng Shaohua in the morning, Qian Xunzhi's eyes lit up, "It's an opportunity, seize it well, it may bring a turnaround." ”

Then Qian Dingzhang frowned and hid the matter of confessing to He Ruoxi about his family, and squeezed out toothpaste.

What a character Qian Xunzhi is, as soon as he saw his son's expression, he knew what was going on, and shrugged, "Anyway, I was going to say it a few days ago, as soon as the matter dragged on, I also went to the French Concession to look at the real estate in the past few days, and it cost more than 20 strips to be decent, so it is estimated that I will have to find them to buy a house in partnership." ”

Qian Dingzhang was muttering in his head: "I'm afraid that you deliberately picked up those more than 20 big strips to see the house... ”

When he arrived in the big world, he happened to meet Zhao Afu, Qian Xunzhi said Cheng Shaohua's invitation, the former's face changed, and finally squeezed out a smiling face, "Okay, congratulations, I will deploy the team leader here, where does it matter." ”

Nonsense, this big world is Huang Rong, and Cheng Ziqing is the second brother of Huang Ma Pi, known as Huang Lao Cheng Er, of course, this is the name of the French Concession, and even the name in the patrol room.

At this moment, Shencheng is the world of the rising star Du Yong and Du Yuesheng, Shencheng knows that Huang Laoda, Du Laoer, Zhang Laosan, can talk about the actual money power, political and business relations, Du Yuesheng, who is known as a person at sea, is only afraid that he is the first, but Du Lao Er has a set of people, but always remembers that he is from the Yellow Gate, and has always been respectful to the old-timers. And Zhang Laosan is more active and prominent, relying on Yu Yefeng, who is ranked fourth, is his own son and daughter's in-laws, and wants to have a 3+4 greater than 2, this 2 will naturally not be Du.

Huang Jinrong is also an understanding person, so he simply entered a semi-retired state, and relied on the dividends from the opium sales of Sanxin Company and the little industry in his hands to spend his old age in the Huang family garden with peace of mind, after all, he was nearly seventy years old at this time, and it can be said that he has a long life in this era.

But that's it, the name of the golden hemp skin in the French Concession is still top, Zhao Afu secretly scolded that he has no eyes, and he shouldn't have too much thought when looking for a substitute, but his group of protégés didn't get any benefits, but cheapened outsiders.

However, Cheng Ziqing and Cheng Shaohua are all characters he can't afford to offend, and seeing that the father and son have climbed to a high branch, they can only congratulate them. Qian Xunzhi was so shrewd, he naturally saw that he was insincere, so he stepped forward to stuff a few oceans of "the matter of transferring the head of the shift, so I asked Mr. Zhao to bother a little more and buy a cup of tea with a little heart." ”

"How embarrassing is this, how embarrassing is this" Zhao Afu was polite

"You work hard, we see it in our eyes, what should be, and it will depend on you to take care of it in the future."

"Hey" Zhao Afu took the money and put it in his pocket, sighed and said, "In the future, I still have to rely on you, this church will sing well, and you will be popular." There must be other big bookstores to make an appointment. I wish you all the best in the future. ”

"Borrow your good words, lend you good words"

The two went on the stage after some preparations, according to the previous discussion, the big world is a field, the flow of listeners is fast, and there are many laymen, although it is a disadvantage, but on the contrary, it is not without a good side, at least there is no pressure, and you can freely and boldly experiment with many new singing voices.

As soon as he heard that the old man was going to help Lu Zuixian show up in the Suzhou meeting book and kill the prestige of the old antiques in Guangyushe, Qian Dingzhang dragged Qian Xunzhi until the second half of the night in the spirit of not ado, mainly because Qian Dingzhang pondered that he should pour some new goods out of his stomach. So there is this song "Violent Fall", in which the violence is sudden.

In the previous life, this was the masterpiece of the famous Mr. Zhang Jianting, and the style of this work was not very elegant, and it could even be said to be a little boring in it, and the style of the performance was also hot and funny. Judging from the theme and performance method, it is more similar to the Hangzhou Xiaore sung in the next venue, which is a little far from the traditional lyrics, but the audience is very interested in it.

In the original history, this period will not appear again until the forties, but now that Qian Dingzhang is here, this historic segment has appeared in the big world for the first time.

The difficulty of the singing and accompaniment skills of "Falling Hard" is average, and the whole singing tone is "Messy Chicken Crow", which emphasizes a clear and clever speech, strong pronunciation, and the luck of the upper hand and the lower pipa skills as long as there is a medium level to cope with the past. For the father and son, although it is the first time to perform, it is similar to pinching a snail with three fingers.

Today is Qian Dingzhang to get started, pick up the strings and pluck them a few times, and the calibration tone reminds the noisy audience by the way - the performance should start, be quiet. Of course, the audience should still make trouble. There are even a few hawkers who pull their throats, and the sound is earth-shattering, "Pear paste candy wants to cut pear paste candy, pear paste candy in the old city god temple"

"Authentic Tianxiang Company five-spice beans, one pack of fives, one pack for three days, every day there is a taste."

"Hot crab shell yellow, to be cut...

There was no way, Qian Dingzhang had to wait patiently for these hawkers to finish shouting before he opened his mouth, they were able to go inside to do business and pay money every month, and the poor should be considerate and considerate of each other. It's just that if the peddlers knew that this poor man who understood them actually had more than a dozen big sticks at home, I don't know if they would throw the basket in their hands on his head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hey, we are a little bad at talking about books, too rigid, and greet the audience, we must respect the old listeners, in other bookstores, there is still some truth, but here in the big world, people come and go every day, and the listeners are different every day, so we still have to call the old listeners. No way, the rules handed down by the ancestors. It's similar to where the four roads are, a few of you go to Huileli, even if it's the first time to go, the welcome guests must shout "Sir, you are here again", there is no way to be hard-working, you have to climb the warm network with you, so please enjoy the food. ”

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Sima Road, now Fuzhou Road, 49 years ago, was the concentration of Shanghai's high-end customs industry, and its status is probably similar to today's Gubei/Liangcheng?

Since the author knows nothing about the old Shencheng leather and meat industry, the new Shanghai is ignorant of this, so it is not surprising that he is wrong. If you follow the map and unfortunately fall into the legal net, you will bear the consequences, and this article has nothing to do with me.

Huile Lane is a new-style alley, and it is the area with the highest density of Changsantangzi on Sima Road, and the specific location is today's Raffles City.

There is a very absurd factor that Shima Sima Road has become a prostitution center, this road connects the racecourse and the Bund, and the vicinity of the racecourse is certainly full of red sleeves, but guess what is the most unit near the Bund?

Normal people basically can't guess that the newspaper office, at that time, the vicinity of the Bund could be regarded as a freight industry, financial industry, and tourism center, and a large number of newspaper offices naturally took root, after all, it is convenient to get first-hand information.

The newspaper industry is all cultural people, cultural people were called literati in ancient times, and literati were also called sao people in ancient times. Ahem, ahem

49 years ago, Sima Road was known as half of the cultural street, of course, this is the gang of sluts, no, the sao people are close to their faces, but after 49 years of renovation, I am really convinced, the real cultural street, all kinds of bookstores and stationery stores are lined up, wandering in the meantime can't help but feel very sad. If 49 years ago, he could have spent a little money to find a private teacher on Sima Road and put it under his skirt, and he would have gone out all day long to study local people, slang and vernacular, and this first-hand cultural contact has become a luxury. It hurts, it hurts.