Rebirth of the era of struggle

Chapter 91
The two drove to a health club.

I did a spa comfortably.

Lao Wang felt relaxed, every cell was jumping for joy, lying there in his pajamas, he didn't want to get up.

"Lu Shen, you have been to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, how did you find it in such a far place?"

This health club is located in the outskirts of Baoshan. It looks ordinary on the outside, but inside it is magnificent and resplendent, and the technicians' skills are also top-notch.

I don't know if they are serious or not, but both of them are serious massagers.

"Been here before."

Lu Yang turned over and felt refreshed.

When he was a screenwriter in his previous life, the places he visited the most were Shanghai Stock Exchange and Yanjing, and he was quite familiar with these two places.

This store still exists ten years later, the owner is very low-key, a producer brought him here, Lu Yang still remembers it vividly.

At that time, he had just changed careers, and he could only write big online scripts.

Lu Yang said to Lao Wang: "You used to write books, but now you are an editor, and you have to sit and face the computer all the time. You have problems with your cervical spine and waist for a long time. It's better to press more when you have nothing to do, than to go to the hospital later."

"What you said is that I didn't feel it when I was young, but now my condition is getting worse and worse, my cervical spine hurts, and sometimes I feel dizzy and feel like vomiting."

Old Wang sighed.

Lu Yang said: "This is a typical cervical spine problem. If you have time, go to the hospital and find those old Chinese doctors. They should understand something."

The two talked about the development trend of online articles, and Lu Yang said some of his own views. After all, with the blessing of future experience, Lao Wang listened with great admiration.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I came out of the clubhouse.

"Are you still going to work?"

Lu Yang asked.

"Go and have a look. Today is Monday. Although I have asked for leave, there must be many authors who have something to deal with."

Lao Wang thought for a while to answer.

"Okay, you go back to the company first." Lu Yang nodded and said.

"What about you? You drank so much at noon, can you do it?" Old Wang looked at Lu Yang worriedly, and said, "If you don't hurry back, go to my apartment to rest."

"No need, I still have something to do, don't worry about me, that little wine is nothing to me." Lu Yang waved his hand.

Old Wang stopped persuading, and said: "You are still a cow."

"Brother Wang still speaks nicely."

"Hahaha."

Both of them couldn't help laughing.

After Lao Wang left, Lu Yang hailed a taxi.

After reporting the address, Lu Yang sat in the back, closed his eyes and meditated.

Coming to the Shanghai stock market, the main task of signing the contract has been completed. Lu Yang also wants to visit a friend. He said that he is a friend, but in fact he is also half of Lu Yang's mentor.

He was the one who brought Lu Yang into the screenwriting circle and listened to his classes before Lu Yang decided to change careers. If it wasn't for this, with his salty personality, how could he be in his early 30s and own a family business worth millions.

Now that he came to the Shanghai stock market, it would be unreasonable not to pay a visit to this nobleman from the previous life, but he doesn't know himself now.

With a smile on the corner of Lu Yang's mouth, he closed his eyes and meditated, he had already thought of a reason.

After half an hour.

The taxi stopped at the gate of the Shanghai Theater Academy.

Lu Yang got out of the car and walked into this school full of history. It is indeed the top art school in the country. There are handsome men and beautiful women who are rarely seen on the street, everywhere here.

Lu Yang has to admit that here, his appearance can only be regarded as an ordinary person.

The old man's name is Yi Yong. According to Lu Yang's memory, he should still be a teacher in the Department of Drama and Literature, with the title of associate professor.

Ten years later, he is already a full professor and doctoral supervisor at the Shanghai Film Academy.

"Sister, may I ask, where is the Department of Drama and Literature?"

Lu Yang walked to the side of a beautiful woman.

The girl was wearing sportswear and had long legs. She looked at Lu Yang and pointed in one direction: "Go this way, a few hundred meters away, you can see the theater and literature building."

After saying thank you, Lu Yang walked towards the direction she indicated.

Knowing Yi Yong's character, Lu Yang didn't bring any presents when they met for the first time. If he was not very familiar with him, this old-fashioned old teacher would never accept gifts from anyone.

It was much easier to find the Department of Drama and Literature, and after inquiring with a teacher, Lu Yang came outside a class.

It happened to be the end of get out of class time, so Lu Yang sneaked into the classroom and sat in the back row. After a few minutes, the students came back one after another.

Some people found out about Lu Yang's existence, but no one cared about it. It's very common for them to go to school and skip classes. They just thought that Lu Yang was a student from another department.

The class bell rang, and a little old man in a Chinese tunic stepped on the bell and walked in. Just after the bell rang, he was already standing on the podium.

He picked up the book, glanced down a few times, and stayed on Lu Yang for an extra second. It wasn't that Lu Yang had any special features, but that he had never seen this student before.

After taking a sip of tea and clearing his throat, Yi Yong said, "In the last class, we systematically studied some of Guan Hanqing's works. Now I invite a classmate to briefly analyze the artistic features of Guan Hanqing's works."

"Which classmate took the initiative to answer."

All the students in the class lowered their heads, and no one raised their hands.

It's the same for college students everywhere, those who raised their hands to answer, basically disappeared after graduating from the third year of high school.

Seeing that no one raised their hands, Yi Yong was not surprised, but was a little disappointed. He searched the crowd, finally landed on Lu Yang, and said, "The classmate in the last row, tell me... ..."

"I?"

Lu Yang was dumbfounded.

I came here to see you.

Well, the current Yi Yong doesn't know him at all.

The students of the Department of Opera and Literature whispered, they all knew that Lu Yang was not in their class, and they were not here for the last class, so how could they possibly answer.

Seeing the group of students gloating and secretly laughing, Lu Yang stood up, thinking to himself, today I will show you the gap between the academic school and the practical school.

"Student, don't be nervous, just say what you know." Yi Yong reminded, seeing that Lu Yang didn't speak for a long time, he didn't have much hope.

Lu Yang nodded and said: "Mr. Yi, then I will start to attract others. Needless to say, Guan Hanqing is a great artist in the Yuan Dynasty of our country. He has created more than 60 plays, including dramas, tragedies and comedies. People are most impressed by Dou E's Injustice, Saving Fengchen, Wangjiang Pavilion, Single-knife Club, etc., all of which are well-known and have been passed down for thousands of years."

"When it comes to artistic features, I have four points of view."

"Oh."

Hearing Lu Yang's words, Yi Yong's eyes brightened a bit: "Tell me and take a look."

"First."

Lu Yang paused for a moment, and then continued: "He has a strong creativity in miscellaneous living. Whether it is the selection of materials or the shaping of characters, he pays attention to the stage effect and shows a clear sense of society."

Yi Yong nodded, this answer is okay.

The students who were whispering also fell silent, and looked at Lu Yang secretly. Unexpectedly, the student from the foreign department answered, and it seemed that the answer was not bad.

(End of this chapter)