above the point of the knife

Chapter 128 Scandal
Anything, as long as you figure it out, then everything is easy to handle.

However, if you insist on sticking to a certain problem and don't give in, it will be extremely difficult, and you will be farther and farther away.

This is the case with people, and it is the same with business.

"Mrs. Yang, happy cooperation!"

"Mr. Zhou is so sincere, our cooperation will naturally come to fruition." Mrs. Yang, who still has charm, smiled slightly.

To her, the concert stage is both a thought and a burden, and she seldom performs on stage.

But what about those people who followed her to eat and earn a living? It's not impossible to go to other theater troupes, then they will definitely not get good treatment, or they can find another way out.

At the beginning, it was she who insisted on going her own way and half-retired from the stage, which led to the decline of the troupe.

She felt guilty, so she made this rule. Indeed, there were people who wanted to buy it, but they were blocked by the conditions she put forward.

In fact, this condition is not the main reason, it is just a lack of people and wanting to lower the price.

Zhou Sen didn't lower the price, but there was indeed a problem with the operation of Tongle Stage, and its value had fallen to its lowest point.

If it is not sold, it may continue to fall in the future, and even the capital will not be recovered by then.

The price of 40 is already a conscience price.

"Actually, Boss Tang of the new stage also wants to buy my Tongle stage, but his bid is too harsh." After the agreement is signed, half of the deposit is also paid, and the remaining half will be paid after the full takeover. Mrs. Yang is not afraid to tell Zhou Sen the truth.

"Oh, Boss Tang also took a fancy to the Tongle stage?"

"He wants to expand his business. After he signed Xiao Xiangning's Ruiqing class, the performers are rich, so naturally they need a stage to divert them..." Mrs. Yang said.

"So that's the case. I'm afraid he won't have a chance now." Zhou Sen chuckled and said casually, "Thank you Madam Yang for letting me know. I bought the Tongle Stage, and the Liyuan opera performance is only incidental. I mainly do magic and acrobatics. As long as I don’t compete with them, I signed an acrobatic troupe from the south, but I ask Mrs. Yang to keep all this secret, including the news that the Tongle Stage has been sold.”

"Naturally, Mr. Zhou can rest assured." Mrs. Yang nodded slightly.

"The recent performances on the Tongle stage are still the same, and I won't take any money from the performances. Madam Yang can dispose of it herself."

Mrs. Yang nodded. If Tongle Stage continues to operate, as long as there is no major action, the only thing that can be done to maintain a balance of income and expenditure is not to make money.

But if you need to spend extra, such as advertising in newspapers, you may lose money.

There is also a protection fee, which must be handed in every month.

Calculated in this way, Tongle Stage is actually losing money every month, otherwise, Mrs. Yang would not want to sell Tongle Stage.

"Ah Xiang, the matter is done, let's find a place to have a meal and celebrate." Zhou Sen came out of Yang's house.

"Eat, sister Lan is still waiting for us to go back and cook for her?"

"It's okay, we'll buy her a takeaway after eating," Zhou Sen said.

"what……"

"You are familiar with Beidao Street, what's delicious?" Zhou Sen asked.

"I know there is a good barbecue restaurant, but if sister Lan finds out about your injury, she will definitely scold me..." Ah Xiang said with bright eyes.

"What are you afraid of? Let's go eat and just go back without telling her."

"Brother Sen, don't you still say you want to bring something to eat for Sister Lan?"

"Silly girl, I said to bring food, but I didn't say that you must bring barbecue. Hurry up, the food is too light these days, and the taste is gone!" Zhou Sen said impatiently.

……

New stage, backstage, Jiang Rou's exclusive dressing room.

"Xiaorou, listen to your godfather's advice, as long as we are acting, as long as we become famous, we can't escape. Without Boss Tang, we would be Boss Li and Boss Liu. It's impossible for you to escape. "Sun Qingkui was persuading Jiang Rou again.

"Godfather, although we eat this bowl of Liyuan rice, we are not inferior to anyone else. We perform on stage to please the audience. The audience buys tickets and gives us a bowl of rice. This is an exchange of equivalent value. In the past, The idea of ​​planting a low-level class is now gone, Tang Peiyuan tried to use this method to make me succumb, dreaming!"

"Xiaorou, why don't you understand, you're going to marry anyway, so what if you were bitten by a dog?" Sun Qingkui said.

"If your dignity is trampled on once, there will be a second, third, and countless times. Godfather, you should go out first. I want to put on makeup, and I will be on stage soon!" Jiang Rou said decisively.

"You child, everything I do is not for your own good. If you really get on good terms with Boss Tang, we will have a backer in Bingcheng. At that time, you can have whatever you want!"

"Don't say that, godfather, if I have this idea, why wait until today, among those dignitaries in Beiping and Tianjin, which one is not better than Boss Tang?" Jiang Rou scolded.

"You will regret it. We only signed a one-month temporary performance agreement with the new stage, and now there are less than ten days left. After ten days, if they don't let us continue to perform, where are we going? Drink Northwest Wind Is it?" Sun Qingkui said angrily.

"If this is needed in exchange for a residency agreement, then there is no need to keep the new stage. We can go to the stage in the countryside, and we will always have a bite to eat, so we won't die of hunger." Jiang Rou said.

"Go and ask the rest of the class, would they be willing?"

"Big deal, I quit."

The muscles in the corners of Sun Qingkui's eyes twitched. This was something he would never allow to happen. Jiang Rou was his cash cow. Without this cash cow, what would he do for the rest of his life?
A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes.

……

A press meeting was held at the New World Hotel, which was initiated by Mr. Arman, the Deputy Consul General of the Consulate General of Soviet Russia in Bingcheng.

Many journalists were invited.

Here, in the big hall, the spotlights were "cracking" non-stop, and the reporters surrounded a tight room. Alman sat on a table covered with dark green velvet, and told what happened to him last night one by one.

Tracking, monitoring, wiretapping, eavesdropping on diplomatic personnel, grossly interfering in the normal life and activities of diplomatic personnel, wanton framing, and trampling on internationally recognized rules of conduct.

He was even arrested in reverse. Although Arman blamed Manchukuo, in fact, everyone knows that Manchukuo does not have the guts to do this kind of thing. The only ones who dare to do this are Japanese intelligence agencies. .

Of course, they can shirk their responsibility and let certain institutions of the Puppet Manchukuo take the blame, but that is just to deceive ordinary people who know the inside story, and even ordinary people cannot be deceived.

This is a scandal!
The Japanese Bingcheng secret service sent a general to the army, but they can't do anything to Arman unless there is another war.

This was intentional. Arman dug a hole, and the extra-high class himself accidentally jumped into it, and the impact had already been caused.

Arman also notified the country that the foreign ministry of Soviet Russia submitted a protest to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

……

After Zhou Sen and the others ate the barbecue, they went to Lao Dingfeng to buy some of Bai Yulan's favorite pastries before returning to Ningxiang Restaurant.

In fact, there is no need to worry about Bai Yulan's lack of food, it's just that she is used to cooking small stoves and eating A Xiang's food.

There are workers working in the Ningxiang Pavilion, so naturally they have to take care of the food.

It's just not as delicate as Ah Xiang's.

Anna came to report every day. Zhou Sen went out early in the morning, so she went to the darkroom to do her own business. When Zhou Sen came back, she hadn't left yet.

It is estimated that if you don't finish your work, you won't leave.

After handing over the signed agreement and documents to Bai Yulan to put them away, Zhou Sen went back to his room to rest. He also thought that he would get well sooner, and it was not a problem to lie in bed all the time.

When she woke up, she heard from Axiang that a man named Front asked to see her.

Zhou Sen thought for a while, he still needs to see him, otherwise he should have some idea, so he asked Ah Xiang to bring him in.

Front knew that Zhou Sen was not feeling well, but didn't know that he was injured. When he came in and saw Zhou Sen living on the bed, he was slightly surprised.

"Wasim, why are you suddenly seriously ill?" Fronte said, "I'm busy these days, so I don't have time to see you."

"I just catch a cold occasionally. It's nothing serious. I'll be fine if I rest for a few days." Zhou Sen chuckled, and if he wanted to hide it, he might as well keep it secret.

Anyway, Anna didn't say anything.

Only Bai Yulan, Qin Lang and other people around him knew about it, and even Su Wenqing didn't say it clearly. He could guess it, but he didn't know how hurt he was.

Of course, if the Japanese wanted to investigate, it would not be difficult. Qin Lang took him to the hospital and had an "X" ray.

"Well, I'm here today to tell you something." Front stared at the expression on Zhou Sen's face and said, "I found a hidden cabinet on the beam of your attic cat house, and found a copper key in it." .”

After speaking, Fronte took out the copied copper key from his body to Zhou Sen.

Zhou Sen only took one look at it, and he knew that this copper key was not the one he put in, but that it should be an identical copy after the modeling.

Of course, he should show surprise, or show it. He leaned forward slightly, covered his mouth and coughed excitedly: "If there is such a thing, wouldn't we have missed it when we were in the attic?"

"That's right. Later, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, so I went there again without authorization. Sure enough, I found this key." Fronte said, "Mr. Anthony hid such a copper key in such a secret place. The location may be related to the roster we are looking for, if we can find the lock that this copper key can open, all this will be revealed."

"The style of this lock should be the old-fashioned brass lock. I don't think there is such a lock in my house. Mr. Front, have you tried it?"

Fronte said with a slightly embarrassing face: "I did search all over your house, but I couldn't find a lock that matches this copper key."

"I do not know then."

"Wasim, this copper key belongs to Mr. Anthony. You are his adopted son. If anyone can find a lock that matches it, it must be you!" Front put the key into Zhou Sen's palm Xindao.

"Mr. Front, what are you doing? What is the use of this key for me?" Zhou Sen hastily declined.

"Wasim, finding the key matching lock and the roster is the biggest task for you and me now. You have this responsibility and obligation." Front said solemnly, "Think about it, Mr. Anthony still has Where can I hide something?"

"Mr. Front, let me think about it..."

(End of this chapter)