Jia Liu is telling the truth.

If he doesn't praise Leer, I'm afraid that Lao Le's IQ would have been hammered to death in the thatched house a long time ago.

He must have that intelligence, and he will not be sent by his subordinate envoy Wang Kanwang for 3,000 taels like a grandson.

Not to mention that he was unlucky later, because of this incident, Qianlong cut off his head.

"Since you have already bought off the people around me, you won't have to kill me directly, what are you doing with this whole thing!"

It is impossible for the anger in Lao Le's heart to go down, especially when he was knocked on the ears by the devil six with a stick just now, and his ears were almost deafened.

What the hell!

It's true that our Manchurians are bloodless!

If you dare to beat me again, I'll fucking die for you!"

"Doesn't that lead the snake out of the hole?"

As a successful person, of course Jia Liu will not care about the loser, not only ignoring the Venus that keeps popping up in Lao Le's eyes, but also handing him a cigarette, "If you don't take the lead, how do I know who supports me and who opposes me?" ”

"Humph!"

Lao Le didn't take the cigarette, and looked at the embarrassed forehead standing not far away, as well as the guards who looked at him with indifferent expressions, knowing that the general trend had gone, no need to ask, Ge Biao, who led the troops out of Tongguan, including Le Bao who stayed in Xi'an, most of them also betrayed themselves.

I am not afraid that Devil Six will kill him, because according to reliable information, Devil Six did not even kill Qianlong's father and son and Prince An, so there is no reason to kill him.

If you want to say that the devil six is not good, but there is one good, that is, the political struggle This kid does not kill.

High and low are considered a Renzong.

Then, it's time to look forward to his new job.

Although he Leer would like to take the lead in opposing Devil Six, but so far the two sides have only stayed in the stage of verbal battles, and there is no real knife and gun, and Devil Six also needs to send a telegram to build momentum for him, so Le Er believes that Devil Six is very likely to let him go to Beijing to hang a position as a hall official, and if he cooperates with some, it is not impossible to hang a middle hall.

In short, if the power is gone, there will still be glory.

I didn't expect Devil Six to let him be the president of the music association.

Quyi is half of the basic plate of Manchuria, and now that there is a poetry association, it is logical to start a quyi association, and it is only appropriate for Lao Le to be the president.

Let others do it, Jia Liu is not at ease.

"What, you asked me to be the head of the troupe?!"

Lao Le was angry, the art he understood was singing!

A heart burned to the brittle, he used to be the governor and the president, and it was better to kill him if Devil Six asked him to be the president of Quyi!

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!"

Lao Le's eyes widened angrily, his true qi was running, and he wanted to burst his clothes to show his determination, but his skills were not enough, and he only broke the armpits of his robe.

"Kill you then?"

Jia Liuwei is reluctant, if he really wants to talk about cross talk at Lao Le's level, he may be able to become a master, and it would be a pity to kill him like this.

But if the other party is really unwilling to enrich the cultural and entertainment life of the people, he can only hold back his tears and kill the horse.

“.”

Lao Le was stunned, and asked sullenly: "How many officials will this president?" ”

It's a question of treatment.

Generally ask about the treatment, indicating that there is not much resistance to the organizational arrangement.

Jia Liu is also bright, saying that the president is the sixth grade, which is the treatment of the department.

Compared with the old four devils, this treatment is much better.

After all, the vice president of the Poetry Association who was hung by the four devils at the beginning was from Liupin, and now he has been transferred to the beggar gang, and he doesn't even have a grade.

From the governor of Zhengerpin to the president of the king of Wupin, and then to the president of Zhengliupin, Lao Le's life trajectory has undoubtedly undergone a major change.

The kind that plummets.

The average person definitely can't stand it.

Lao Le sighed but responded, knowing that he had no choice.

He is not afraid of death, and he is also bloody, but the problem is that he is afraid of pain.

And I'm worried that if I resist to the end, I will implicate my relatives if I don't get it right.

"The quyi industry is a new industry, and it is an industry that everyone likes, and I like it too. It is Quyi who sings operas, it is Quyi who says storytelling, it is Quyi who sings drums, and it is Quyi that dances. In short, quyi has the dual nature of entertainment and art, in the direction of entertainment can enrich the cultural life of the people, in the nature of art can become everyone, the work of quyi is done, you Lao Le is not only the hero of the people, but also the hero of me"

While speaking, Jia Liu stuffed a playbook into Leerjin's hand, and asked with anticipation: "The most important thing of your quyi troupe this year is this play, and the personnel and funds have been arranged, and your job in the second half of the year is to arrange this play, and next year will be performed as a celebration of the first anniversary of my accession to the throne." ”

""The Private Interview of the Emperor of the Restoration"?"

Lao Le looked stunned, what kind of drama is this?

"It's a new play, mainly based on a few cases I handled when I was the governor of Zhili, of course, there is a certain amount of artistic processing, but it is basically adapted from real events, the script lines and everything are written by me myself, and the soundtrack and everything are also made up by me, you just need to arrange the play. By the way, find a good-looking character to play me, and you can also play the villain yourself."

If you want to make your impression of the emperor deeply rooted in the people, you must not only firmly grasp the knife handle and pen stick, but also be well versed in the way of art propaganda.

Jia Liu's previous life, a "Joke about Qianlong" opened a precedent for Qing court dramas, so that in the next twenty or thirty years, the pigtail drama went on a rampage, and the purge could no longer be white, resulting in the new generation having no objection to the Manchu Dynasty, and the streets and alleys of the village said that the emperor was Kangxi and Qianlong.

With such a phenomenal propaganda, of course Jia Liu has to use it.

In these days, there are no TV movies, and the theater troupe and storytelling are the most powerful propaganda tools, and the effect is probably better than that of TV movies.

Because, there is no other entertainment.

"The Private Interview of the Restoration Emperor" is his first whitewashing play, and then he will launch a number of private interviews to kill corrupt officials, so that he can quickly occupy the market of ignorant villagers and squeeze the market share of the opposition.

More importantly, this drama can make his image as an emperor more friendly and close to the people, and he is no longer the image of being high up in the past.

"Arrange well, I will remember you a lot of work."

Glancing at Ebao, who was still kneeling there, Jia Liu shook his head slightly, this governor of Shanxi is very immature politically, and Lord Futai can't do it, so go back and ask the old rich if he wants it.

He also gave a few words of encouragement to Se and Qian Anzhi, mainly to praise them for their good work, and then let the two of them lead the team well and cooperate with the Shanxi authorities to properly handle and solve the incident.

"The governor of Shanxi is temporarily served by Fu Nihan, and I will leave for Xi'an tomorrow,"

Jia Liu said that he was about to go to the county seat of Qixian County, but he didn't know whether he was angry, or unwilling, seeing that he looked proud, he stretched out his legs in a daze and "plopped" and tripped the six emperors and ate.

"Bold!"

The admiral, who was in a hurry to perform, was stunned and teleported to Lao Le, and gave Lao Le a big slap with a "horn", and then controlled it.

A personal guard stepped forward to help His Majesty the Emperor get up, but His Majesty the Emperor stood up by himself with a carp, looking at Lao Le, who was both satisfied and afraid, Jia Liu shook his head helplessly, patted the dust on his face, patted his buttocks, and looked at Lao Le for a while before saying leisurely: "It's a pity, you are not my uncle." ”

(End of chapter)