Start with the script kill shop

Chapter 188 Wang Xinghua's Skills
After arriving at the store in the afternoon, Jiang Qi announced to everyone that Wang Xinghua became a colleague of everyone.

One of the great things about working at a script shop is that you don’t have to reveal your full name to your co-workers if you don’t want to. After all, everyone works under a stage name.

For example, Beiru's stage name is Shell, Cai Min's stage name is Xiaocai, and Liu Lan's stage name is Lanlan.Old John and Huang Fugui did not give themselves stage names, but the familiar guests all uniformly called them Mr. John and Uncle Huang/Yuanwai Huang.

After eating at noon, Jiang Qi took Wang Xinghua to buy a mobile phone, and helped to apply for a phone card + register WeChat. The first thing Wang Xinghua did when he got the new phone was to download the shopping software, and then added a shopping cart with a total price of 1w for himself.

It can only be said that there is always a dream, and if it comes true, anyway, Wang Xinghua is a ghost who wants to live as long as she wants.

"Hi everyone, I'm from Qinghe's hometown. We're from the same village. If you call me Xinghua, that's my nickname." Wang Xinghua, who was wearing Wang Erya's autumn clothes, smiled politely and said to everyone. .

Wang Xinghua is taller than Wang Erya, and she didn't seem to fit in the baggy pajamas last night, but she's obviously smaller in normal autumn and winter clothes today.

Although both of them have the same style and look like malnourished and thin, Wang Erya is really malnourished, and Wang Xinghua is a medicine jar because of her congenital deficiency, so she looks thinner than Wang Erya at first glance.

Her complexion was pale and bloodless, and her whole body showed a sickly whiteness. Coupled with the ill-fitting clothes, just by looking at her appearance, everyone could imagine her tragic life experience.

Of course, no one asked, the colleagues on the first day of the new job were somewhat restrained, Jiang Qi reckoned that in a few days Liu Lan would not be able to help but wonder about Wang Xinghua like Wang Erya.

There is no need to make up Wang Xinghua's life experience, just use the original one.

Premature babies born with congenital deficiency, both parents are opera performers, high school education, parents died in a car accident in the second year of high school, no money to go to college, and came out to work after graduating from high school, one of Wang Erya's fellow villagers who helped make the network before, is her, Hearing from Wang Erya that Xinghe Script Club is in urgent need of an employee who can sing, he came forward to apply for the job.

According to the company's tradition, new employees need to show their talents to everyone after they join the company.

For example, on the first day of joining the company, Qin Can performed a kick to the sky; The cook, the one who left the job before he joined the job showed his workplace tearing skills.

Wang Xinghua naturally showed everyone her singing voice.

Speaking of which, Jiang Qi has never heard of her singing.

Hearing that someone offered to listen to her singing, Wang Xinghua was overjoyed. After all, since she became a ghost, everyone who heard her singing was terrified and thought she was haunted.

"What play do you want to hear?" Wang Xinghua asked.

This question stumped everyone.

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, and you can read the four characters Xiqu Xiaobai from each other's eyes.

There are elderly people who like to listen to operas at home. They may have listened to operas on the radio when they were young. Jiang Qi’s grandparents passed away before he was born, and no one in the family likes to listen to operas. Generally do not stay.

It can be said that the only thing he knows about Chinese opera is probably the "birds in pairs on the tree..." in Huangmei Opera

Huang Fugui listened to the show, but he was worried that what he knew did not belong to this world.

"Xinghua, you can sing casually." Huang Fugui said with a smile.

"Okay." Wang Xinghua thought for a while, "Then sing my dad...my dad's favorite "Su San Qi Jie"."

"Su Sanli has left..."

When Wang Xinghua opened her mouth, her voice changed.

Her original speaking voice was a bit thin and sharp, so her voice was particularly sharp when she was angry and furious in memory, but when she really sang, the sharpness became euphemistic, and her voice sounded a little bit melodious.

It's one thing to pay back the money with all emotions and no skills, but it's another thing to sing with both emotions and skills.

The a cappella without musical instruments made Wang Xinghua's voice clearer.

It turned out that Jiang Qi hadn't listened to opera much, and never listened to opera, because when he was a child, he always felt that some words were babbling in opera singing, and he couldn't understand anything he sang.

Rather than listening to a play, he would definitely prefer to grab control of the TV remote control with Jiang Bing, watch cartoons or watch TV series.

Although he doesn't listen to opera, it doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability to distinguish between good and bad singing.

It's like what the young lady sang at the exhibition before, it's to torture the ears.

The sound is sharp, testing back and forth at the critical point of breaking sound and not breaking sound, which makes people want to change the channel.

Xingzi's performance last night was the kind that can be listened to. If there is really no good-looking drama, you can consider stopping on this station after changing all the channels, and let the voice go to do other things.

The feedback from the guests last night was mostly the same. It was quite satisfactory, no mistakes, no surprises.

At this moment, Wang Xinghua's level is probably the kind that would make Jiang Qi, who was anxious to change channels when she was a child, to watch TV dramas broadcast on time, stop for a few seconds after hearing the sound when passing by this station, and remember after listening for a while I was going to watch a TV series, but I was a bit reluctant to change the channel.

The simple summary is.

It sounds good.

Really nice.

If Wang Xinghua went to Tianqiao to perform at Tianqiao with this level of singing, she would probably not die of starvation, and she might be able to make a small fortune.

Wang Xinghua is an honest person, she sings a rap and never sings too much.

After a section was sung well, Wang Xinghua waited anxiously for everyone to give feedback, and everyone who had just woken up from a dream immediately responded with thunderous applause.

"It sounds good!" Liu Lan couldn't think of any words of praise, so she could only applaud wildly.

"That sounds good." The others echoed.

Wang Xinghua raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly.

"It's a pity that you don't go to sing, Xinghua." Beiru boasted.

"I'm not in good health and I can't learn. It's okay to put on airs, but when it comes to real kung fu, it's exposed." Wang Xinghua has a very clear understanding of her own level, "My dad said that he doesn't expect me to earn a living by singing. Eat, my body can’t do anything else, he wanted me to study hard and get into a good university.”

Liu Lan, a low school student, was almost moved when she heard it: "It's so touching, Xinghua, don't be discouraged, the salary in our shop is very high, if you work for a year or two and then go back and study hard, you will definitely get into a good university!"

Wang Xinghua shook her head: "No, no, it's useless to take the exam now. What my dad means is that it's better to find a rich man in college, and let me find a rich man to marry and rely on him, so that I can spend the rest of my life without working. I can live comfortably.”

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The moved tears that Liu Lan almost shed dried up immediately.

Wang Xinghua continued: "So now I don't expect to marry a rich man (he's dead anyway), I just hope that one day I can empty the shopping cart."

After thinking about it, Liu Lan chose to encourage: "Come on, I believe you can do it."

Taking a look at Wang Xinghua's shopping cart at noon, Jiang Qi probably knew the total price: ...

He didn't think so.

"It's past two o'clock, Lan Lan, Cai Min, I remember you both have books at 02:30, so go upstairs and prepare your room." Jiang Qi said, "Bei Ru, you take Xinghua to rehearse the performance, Xinghua is responsible for all the scary parts, if you have any good ideas, you can also mention them to Xinghua, don't be afraid that you won't be able to complete them."

"Okay." Beiru nodded, and pulled Wang Xinghua to get Ben.

"Xinghua, my name is Beiru, you can call me Beiru or Shell." Beiru introduced herself with a smile.

"Sister Beiru, you are so pretty, what color is your lipstick? I have read a lot of lipstick colors on the Internet, and I think they all look good, but I don't know what effect it will actually have on the lips. "

"I just do good makeup. I have several lipsticks of different shades in my makeup bag. Why don't I try them on for you later?"

"Okay, okay, I used it secretly before... Ah, no, I used lipstick once or twice, and I felt weird when I put it on my lips."

Beiru laughed softly, probably thinking that Wang Xinghua used her mother's lipstick secretly: "I brought a full set of cosmetics over here, if you want, I'll do a full makeup for you later."

"Is it really possible? Great, I've never done full makeup before, thank you, sister Beiru." Wang Xinghua was so happy that she almost couldn't help floating up.

"Cough cough." Jiang Qi coughed twice, signaling Wang Xinghua to calm down, as she almost couldn't get her feet off the ground just now.

Wang Xinghua stomped her feet uncomfortably. After drifting for a while, she was not very used to walking on the ground, so she took Beiru's arm affectionately: "Sister Beiru, do you like listening to operas? Actually, I can sing other things, why don't you wait?" Let me go upstairs and sing you some other paragraphs."

"Xinghua, why are your hands so cold? Are you wearing less clothes?"

"My hands are always so cold, big...the doctor said that I lack of energy and blood, and my hands and feet tend to get cold."

"Sister Beiru, can you recommend some cosmetic brands for me? I want to buy cosmetics, but I don't understand all the recommendations and reviews on the Internet. What's the use of highlights?"

"I'll recommend it to you later."

The two went upstairs.

Jiang Qi felt that Wang Xinghua's shopping cart would be several thousand dollars more later.

　The first change is normal, and the second change is during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)