Chapter 40: Singing this bowl of rice, she Lu Jiu can't even hold the bowl steadily!
"I'll have a ...... too"
"Wait-" someone suddenly shouted, "Did you find out?" β
"What?"
Fu Lanqing ...... Isn't that the name of the prefect? β
"Master Fu also spoils Boss Lu too much, right?"
"Do you think Master Fu will come over?"
"Boss Lu's new store opens, how can he not come?"
"I seem to have seen Master Fu go in just now......
"No, I want to buy two more tickets, Azhu, hurry up and go back to the house and call the master to come over to listen to the play!"
In just two quarters of an hour, all the tickets were sold out.
Opposite the ticket office, there is a Jiufu tea shop, which has melon seed snacks, cakes, milk tea, popcorn and other snacks and drinks.
In other theater gardens, people can go in to serve, but not in the Jiufu Grand Theater, as long as you don't have a ticket, you can't go in.
The audience had no choice but to let the next person go to the Jiufu refreshment shop to buy some refreshments and personally carry the things to the ticket gate.
After all the audience entered the venue, Lu Jiu adjusted the amplification range of the loudspeaker to the gate of the Jiufu Grand Theater.
As long as you leave the door of the Jiufu Grand Theater, you won't hear a sound at all.
The curtain opens, and the show begins.
In the first scene, the three of them worship together and get married.
That's right, the male protagonist Chu Feng married the female protagonist Yang Liuer and the female partner Yang Rouer at the same time.
The stage was playing, but the people below were shocked.
"Not singing?"
"I didn't even paint it, and I didn't wear a costume!"
"It's not at all the same as the plays I've seen before!"
"Seriously, I feel like I'm really at a wedding party!"
"It's worthy of Boss Lu, it didn't disappoint us!"
The audience was puzzled at first, but they were used to watching those operas, and they felt that this form of performance was very new.
Gradually, the audience is drawn to the plot.
Lu Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the reaction of the audience.
It seems that the people of Donglin are quite receptive to new things.
As long as this tragedy can be a big success, then she will be able to do whatever she wants.
Just like modern online writers, the first novel caters to the preferences of readers, accumulates fan power, and with these fans as the foundation, the author can write what he wants to write, thus deriving his own writing style.
Lu Jiu is taking this path, because she is not interested in this kind of drama at all, she likes to step on the scumbag and tear the green tea, abuse the scum and slap the face, teach the scumbag to be a man, all kinds of cool scenes that take off.
Although "If Life Is Only as First Seen" is bloody and sadistic, in reality, there is no shortage of women as stupid as the heroine, and the audience will resonate, which is also the reason why Lu Jiu plans to play a tragedy in his first play.
That's right, it's just for the sake of fans.
In the next play, Lu Jiu plans to rehearse another "The Temptation of Going Home", so that women can learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant, instead of blindly relying on men.
In Lu Jiu's heart, the reason why a good drama is called a good drama is not because it entertains the public, nor because it can make a lot of money, but because it can inspire the audience and make people think.
The east is no better than South Vietnam, women are a vulnerable group, a pure reproductive tool, I hope they can get some inspiration from it and live a happier life.
In the audience, there was already a lot of crying, which obviously resonated with many women.
Listening Garden.
"How?" A middle-aged man couldn't help but ask, "Did the audience leave?" β
The little servant replied: "Back to the master, no." β
"How is that possible?" The class leader was a little incredulous, he snorted coldly: "None of those scenes in the full hall can be handled, it's been two quarters of an hour since the opening, why hasn't the audience left yet?" β
"The class master is a little restless, Mantangchun was sold to Lu Jiu by Zhao Yutang." A feminine-looking young man suddenly spoke: "Who Lu Jiu is relying on, you don't know who is behind you, the reason why you haven't left now, I'm afraid it's for the sake of the prefect's face!" β
"What Miaochun said is reasonable." The class leader nodded, agreeing: "If the audience leaves as soon as they enter the venue, I'm afraid they will offend the prefect ......"
Speaking of this, the class leader smiled a little maliciously: "I'm afraid...... The audience is all in Cao Ying's heart in Han, and their ears may not have suffered what kind of torture, but they can't leave, it's really pitiful to think about! β
Feng Miaochun's thin lips were slightly hooked: "What the class master said is true." β
"What if it's Lu Jiu?" The class leader snorted coldly: "Those scenes in Mantangchun are Adou who can't be supported, they are all stacked together, and they can't compare to half of Miaochun's hair!" β
Feng Miaochun didn't say anything, but the expression on his face was very proud, and it was obvious that the words of the class master had entered his heart.
"After all, Lu Jiu is the tip of the prefect's heart, although our listening garden is backed by Young Master Chen Tai, but we also have to give the prefect three points of thin noodles, today's opening on the opposite side is auspicious, I deliberately moved your scene to the afternoon, just to make the opening on the opposite side not too ugly, if there is no audience, the prefect will inevitably hate us Changtingyuan."
As soon as the conversation changed, the class leader said again: "We will give the face that should be given, but we can't always disturb our business, right?" β
The class leader looked at Feng Miaochun, patted his thin shoulder, and a touch of ruthlessness crossed his eyes: "But, in that scene in the afternoon, you must sing well to me, since Lu Jiu has to open opposite us without doing his best, then don't blame us for using the famous Yanbei female rich man as a stepping stone!" β
Feng Miaochun bowed slightly: "Miaochun will definitely not live up to the high expectations of the class master!" β
"Singing, we are the connoisseurs! The group of native chickens and dogs in Mantangchun want to stand up, it's really a pipe dream! In my opinion, even if they are given another seventy or eighty years, they may not be able to produce a corner who can stand up to the faΓ§ade! β
The class leader touched his mustache and looked sinister: "Today, let the old man teach our young and promising Boss Lu to sing this bowl of rice, she Lu Jiu can't even hold the bowl steadily!" β
As soon as he thought that the invincible Lu Jiu could be folded in his hands, the class master couldn't be more excited.
Young people, if you run too fast, you always have to fall on your heels.
The head of the class took a sip of the tip of the hair, and hummed a small tune in his mouth.
Just after noon, a small servant came to report: "Class master, the opposite side is over, you don't know, they rush out like a swarm, as if something is catching them behind!" β
"Of course!" The class owner's face was arrogant: "Even if you have good patience, you can't stand it after being tortured for a few hours!" β
"That's what the class master said."
The class leader raised his eyebrows and asked again, "Where did the audience on the other side go?" β
"I didn't even go home, so I had lunch at a nearby restaurant."
When the class master heard this, he couldn't help but become more and more satisfied: "Whoever has been tortured for so long has to listen to our Fengmiaochun drama and wash his ears!" β