I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 174 The name of the person, the shadow of the tree
In fact, Jing Xiaoqiang is still thinking about making money.

Lu Xi made a lot of money, he only heard about it, first of all, he deliberately avoided the mentality of paying attention to Lu Xi and burying his head in a sandpit.

Secondly, Yang Xiao'e didn't pass her junior high school, and she couldn't express a concept. She only said that the sales were very good, and the TV stations came to interview her.

Jing Xiaoqiang even has a comparison mentality that I can't be worse than you. I, a reborn genius, can't earn more than you, right?
But I never thought that Lu Xi can make money, in fact, it all depends on the foundation laid by him.

Changing pigs...maybe not as good as Lu Daxiong.

It must be admitted that Lu Xi has the patience to sort out the boring ways of making money in an orderly manner.

There is Uncle Cheng who can also sort out in an orderly manner.

He was actually sent to the housing management office to do some hard work in those few years, so he is very familiar with this unit.

He also has an innate understanding of old bungalows, and he is very familiar with the decoration team of the Housing Management Bureau all day long, offering good cigarettes and tea, and chatting and laughing among them.

They arrange for him with good materials and good craftsmanship.

This is a public team, and the water inside is very deep. The skills of the old workers to take advantage of foreign labor are much better than those of the private decoration companies later.

But under the encirclement of Uncle Cheng, a local snake, he did a great job.

He even offered to suggest that the job doesn't have to be that complicated.

The overall purpose is to break through the non-load-bearing walls. After leaving some pillars, the wallpaper will be covered and the floor will be repaired. The original old floors should be imported, and there is no need to renovate them.

Then they knew that an old western-style building was undergoing a comprehensive renovation. Not only were there a lot of materials at scrap prices, but there were also a lot of old furniture.

The old pre-liberation furniture made of precious wood such as huanghuali and ebony, which the old Koehler knew.

Uncle Cheng immediately went to collect it as if he had found a treasure.

As a result, the entire decoration progress has become extremely fast, and these old furniture with a strong Shanghai style will also become important decorations in the bar.

After customizing tables and chairs according to these old styles, the whole progress is actually ready for trial operation before Christmas Eve!

So under the guise of studying and inspecting, Jing Xiaoqiang and Uncle Cheng went to the famous time-honored bars on the Bund for several nights.

Uncle Cheng is still young with some of the musicians!
He is simply a super local snake.

But Jing Xiaoqiang was still courageous, and took Wang Qian to the Pinghe Hotel two days later.

For nothing else, the average age of the jazz band in the bar here is much older than that of Uncle Cheng. The authentic Shanghai style is especially worth admiring.

You may miss this group of living fossils who are said to have been musicians here before liberation, and there is no material to collect.

Experiencing this deep-rooted thing will definitely help Wang Qian's dance comprehension.

But before the two set off, they still strengthened Jing Xiao's makeup first.

Compared with the sunburn makeup that he casually made himself into Gu Tianle before, this time Jing Xiaoqiang is serious about shaping.

Wang Qian, who had been observing, was surprised: "It's completely changed. If I didn't remind you, I wouldn't have guessed it was you!"

Jing Xiaoqiang is proud: "I said that makeup is my profession, and dancing and singing are my hobbies."

Wang Qian admired: "If there is a makeup contest, you will definitely win the gold medal... It's really embarrassing for you, because I still have to go to such trouble."

Jing Xiaoqiang lamented: "So I don't want to be famous. How comfortable this kind of life is. The purpose of exercising is to eat good food, eat in high-end places, and enjoy the beautiful environment to adjust your mentality. You can also dance and sing. Singing, isn't life so complete, alas, now I have to change my face when I have a meal."

Wang Qian tried her best to help: "What Zhuang's mother taught us is that since we are talented and have practiced hard for so many years, we must have a bright moment worthy of ourselves and society, but I know that I will never reach your height. "

Jing Xiaoqiang turned to look at her, and borrowed the dressing room of the dance classroom, but the makeup kit was brought by Jing Xiaoqiang himself, and he originally wanted to give it to Wang Qian for this reason.

The two sat so close that they seemed to be able to kiss each other with just one probe.

Jing Xiaoqiang can't see any lust in Wang Qian's eyes, but more self-deprecating and unwillingness, just like Jing Xiaoqiang's countless ex-girlfriends.

He has a 50-year-old mentality, and he has acquired a whole body of skills out of thin air, which is naturally different from the obsession of such hard training for more than 20 or [-] years.

So he also nodded: "We are friends, so I will try my best to help you."

Wang Qian smiled and shook her head: "I know you will have a brighter and longer-lasting brilliance. It should be me who supports you with all my strength. I have reached the end of my career."

Yeah, at 25, it's a very, very harsh reality for dancers.

Just like the national gymnastics team and diving team, almost no one over 25 years old can participate in the Olympic Games.

It is no problem to teach children and take training classes, but it is almost impossible to go to the highest stage with high intensity.

Jing Xiaoqiang reached out and touched the top of Wang Qian's head.

In his eyes, this is just a little encouragement for young people, and there are more artistic talents who are not born at the right time.

Wang Qian smiled more quietly.

Mature girls don't have those bluffs.

When riding a motorcycle to the city center, he just leaned sideways on Jing Xiaoqiang's back and hugged his waist tightly, making the loose down jacket very warm.

Just enjoy the warmth of this moment.

Jing Xiaoqiang felt that sooner or later he would have to wear a leather jacket, otherwise he would end up with cold legs.

The winter in Shanghai is extremely cold.

However, even in the world-renowned Bund, the Wild Wolf motorcycle is still in the shape of a platform, which has attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, Wang Qian is wearing a cheongsam and a helmet, and the appearance of sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle may be the main reason.

Parking the motorcycle directly next to the tall hotel, Jing Xiaoqiang handed the two helmets to the porter with style.

Wang Qian smiled again: "It feels like there is no difficulty in front of your eyes."

Jing Xiaoqiang complimented: "It's mainly to set off your temperament."

As she said that, she took off her down jacket, took out a brand new wool square scarf from her pocket, and put it on the cheongsam for Wang Qian who had taken off her coat, and the temperament of the Shanghai socialite in the 40s came out.

Wang Qian was slightly pleasantly surprised, but she also pretended to return the gift gracefully: "Then I can only give you a handkerchief."

Seriously, he folded his fragrant towel into a flower arrangement on the chest of Jing Xiaoqiang's suit.

The two became a very well-matched gentleman and lady.

Because Jing Xiaoqiang made himself into a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s with slightly gray hair!

He is so boring.

But obviously this feeling made Wang Qian more relaxed.

The incongruity of eating tender grass before, especially Jing Xiaoqiang's precious tender grass, made her a little cautious.

At the moment, I was even a little lively looking around: "I came here to perform, but I didn't look at it in a hurry. This is not a place I can afford. The pillar has a sense of history at first glance, and the wall lamp is good. Pretty! Isn't it kind of funny? Like a redneck."

Jing Xiaoqiang praised: "It's cute, you have been a teacher at school and took care of the students for so long, you even forgot that you are still a little girl."

Wang Qian immediately looked at her with admiration: "You say this... How many girls do you have to cultivate such a gentle, considerate and talkative person like you? I am an old sister, so I don't need to work so hard."

Only those who have experienced it will subconsciously remind themselves not to fall into it.

Jing Xiaoqiang also quickly cleared up: "It's not hard work, but the moment of meeting briefly, I just want you to leave a good memory. Here, do you know any musical instruments? I am a national-level retreating performance artist."

Wang Qian almost reacted with admiration for this cold joke made more than ten years later, and immediately covered her mouth with laughter.

Jing Xiaoqiang has ordered two cocktails.

Only then did she manage to stop laughing: "I think it's not that difficult to learn something, and you can maintain an elegant instrument, and it's best to have a kind of temperament that doesn't compete with the world."

Jing Xiaoqiang thought about it seriously: "Then I recommend you to learn wooden fish, and I will buy you a set to take with you tomorrow."

Wang Qian's smile was shining brightly!
Jing Xiaoqiang loves to watch this, and looks at it very seriously with his face on his face.

Wang Qian raised the wine glass that the waiter had just brought over: "Thank you for bringing me happiness."

Jing Xiaoqiang responded: "I wish you happiness forever."

Wang Qian never mentioned the girls around Jing Xiaoqiang who were prettier and younger than herself, nor did she talk about her emotional experience.

Just talk about the present, and discuss the skills of the 80-year-old band.

She has also heard a lot of stories about this band. The musicians of the four major dance halls on the Old Bund used to be the musicians. Naturally, after the liberation, because of the rejection of bourgeois music, they completely gave up jazz and had to play for survival.

It wasn't until it was reopened that I came back here and played the old jazz.

Jing Xiaoqiang also looked at the orchestra pit with fascination: "Wilde said, we are all in the gutter, but there are still people looking up at the starry sky, right? Those who look up at the starry sky must have endless dreams and hopes hidden in their hearts, and music and everything The art of art is an astronomical telescope looking up at the starry sky, bringing us endless dreams and hopes.”

Wang Xi said softly.

When the band played the famous song "One Day When We Were Young" by the famous Austrian composer Johann Strauss (when we were young).

The expressions of the old musicians became extremely cute and excited, and they seemed to have returned to the era that had been lost for a long time.They even still play the saxophone and wink at the beautiful and friendly ladies. They are a group of old people who were born for jazz but never grow old.

Wang Qian laughed and stood up: "Dear gentleman, can I invite you to dance?"

Jing Xiaoqiang looked at those musicians, envied them for being coquettish for a lifetime, picked up a tissue next to him, dipped some wine, and wiped his face vigorously: "I will sing a song for you, maybe this is your solo dance!" It depends on whether they recognize my face or not."

Wang Qian was really pleasantly surprised tonight. Looking down at her cheongsam, she immediately felt that she was in good shape. She sat back quickly and wiped Jing Xiaoqiang with a paper towel dipped in wine: "Take it lightly, you don't need to wipe it all off, you can probably recognize it." It's just you, I think I should give you this face... I'm so happy, I haven't been so naughty for a long time, thank you!"

Jing Xiaoqiang recalled a little in his mind, and snapped his fingers to the waiter: "Give each musician a cocktail, and it will be counted on my account..."

Then he took Wang Qian's hand and walked to the orchestra pit that had just finished playing: "My name is Jing Xiaoqiang. I wonder if I can collaborate with you on a song similar to the one just now."

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

No matter how immersed the musicians are in their performances, they are also very impressed with the most popular fried chicken in the country!
They all stood up and applauded lightly.

There was not much movement, but it made all the bar guests turn their heads and stare at who is this?

(End of this chapter)