The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 This is a group of fans who can listen to the opera. They support it when it is time to hold it, and listen when it is time to listen. They will never interrupt the rhythm of the opera singers on stage because of their own interference.

　　 This good sound lasted until Gu Zheng sang this classic excerpt. After closing the posture, the talents off the court really made explosive cheers.

　　 "Cai!"

　　 "Take Master Gu's tea at table three!"

　　 "Table 5 rests for Master Gu!"

　　 What, table 5, people pull the cart themselves, you don't need to pay the fare.

　　 Although the people wandering in this street are not rich and wealthy, people who can come to the tea garden to order a cup of tea and hear a few words in their leisure time still have this consumption power.

　　 After all, it only takes two copper dollars to order a cup of jasmine in this tea garden and kill the last afternoon.

　　 And for that little reward, they are naturally willing to pay.

　　 Xiao Er, the shop in the tea garden, has never been as happy as he is today, because for employees like him who can get the tea, he hasn't opened it for more than half a year.

Gu Zheng on the stage of 　　, in his eyes at this time, is the shiny gold ingot that will move, and he will be the guide to a well-off life in the future.

　　 Those fans who are still unwilling to open their eyes are still shook their heads and enjoy Gu Zheng's operas, which bring them the inner aftertaste.

　　 There are a few more, and they sang the excerpt just now.

　　 "No, no, obviously the tune is the same, I can't sing like Master Gu."

　　 "The three armies are calm and relaxed, strategizing and majestic mountains and rivers!"

　　 "Good! It's really good!"

　　 I was shocked by the devil.

And Gu Zheng, who came down from the stage, didn’t have any leisure. Guo Yan on the side was like a boxer waiting for the end of the game. He was serving tea and handing towels over the water, lest he could not serve Gu's boss well. Stop singing.

　　 It's like watching a TV series without watching the finale, which makes people scratch the heart, so he won't even think about peace this day.

　　 Seeing Guo Yan's cautious look, Gu Zheng was amused at the same time he confirmed that the owner of this tea garden actually has a rare heart of innocence, and he is a true lover of drama.

　　 is a person who insists on his heart and dreams, not because of the comments of outsiders, not because of the discrimination of the times, not because of the interference of foreign objects.

　　 This kind of person, singing for his garden, he is safe.

　　 Thinking of this, Gu Zheng's expression became more serious, and the voice and feeling of this body were perfectly accepted by him.

　　 When Gu Zheng returned to the stage again and sang until the second half, even the people in the audience had a different feeling.

　　 "Hey, I said, brother, do you think that Master Gu on the stage can sing more brilliantly in this play?"

　　 "Don't talk to me, I'm listening to the play, and in the first half, people haven't adjusted well, and the voice hasn't been sung yet. Isn't it normal?"

　　 "Even if you didn't sing it, it would be several times better than the so-called old student in Dongsheng Tea Garden who had already risen to his wrist in Qianjie."

　　 "That's true, since it became popular, the money for listening to the drama has doubled. Now that Dongli has boss Gu, then we want to listen to the old man's drama. Why do we spend that money?"

　　 "That's right! I am willing to take part in the drama, and it is our own business to pay for the money, but if you cheat my money for the drama, it won't work."

　　 If you don’t talk about it, you want to listen to the drama?

　　 The more you talk about it, the more exciting it gets.

　　 These low-pitched exchanges did not affect the selfless Gu Zheng who was already singing on stage. He seemed to resonate with the scene in the deepest part of his soul.

　　 I sharpen my sword for ten years, and try my best.

　　 Gu Zheng, in this most ordinary theater, he found for the original owner the dream he desires most in his heart.

　　 I can still sing, and the road can change like this.

　　 When the feather fan is closed, the long sleeves are brought together, the sound of the piano falls, and the soap boots stop.

　　 Gu Zheng just stood on the stage quietly, giving the audience who watched his first scene off the field a long show. Then, with the accompaniment of the gongs and drums, he retreated to the backcourt.

　　 The people under the stage watched eagerly, until the musicians put away the instruments in their hands and stepped off the stage with the bench under their buttocks, they didn't know that today's play was over here.

　　 This, this is too short, and the meaning is still unfinished.

　　 is different from the three shows a day in the tea garden next to it. From today on the Dongli Tea Garden, they have only one show, which is the fresh old boss Gu’s play.

　　 Gu Zheng, who is removing makeup in the background, is now discussing this matter with Guo Yan. For him, it is nonsense to say that he is dedicated to the cause of folk art. He has never dared to forget his goal, that is, money.

　　 "Master Gu, do you think this will work? Let's follow the industry rules. You sing the evening scene with me. Do you want a rake or a actor."

　　 "How to give the rake, and how to count the members?"

　　 Gu Zheng is really unclear about this business, his eyes are black.

　　 "The rake is paid on a daily basis. For your actors that day, after deducting our costs, 30% of the profit will go to you. Of course, the guest's reward will be calculated separately."

"And the money is for you to sing with me for a day. I will pay you a day’s wages. The price is fixed. If you want a stable person, you will usually choose this~www.readwn.com~ you see , Boss Gu, which one do you plan to choose?"

　　 After listening to these two options, Gu Zheng rubbed his chin and thought for no more than a second before finalizing the result: "I neither choose the lottery nor the members, I choose the joint stocks."

　　 "How is a joint stocks joint stock method?"

　　 "On weekdays you open your teahouse, and I don't get involved in business matters, but in the evening, I will sing in your Dongli tea garden."

　　 "A whole show, the kind that collects theater tickets and tea fees."

　　 "From this time on, the fare and water bills, after deducting your costs, will give us four or six points of profit. What do you think of this?"

　　 It seems to be 10% more than the rake, but people only accept labor income, and they seek equality of status, which is quite reasonable.

　　 Guo Yan, as a businessman, after weighing in, he nodded happily: "It's okay, let's draft a new agreement later?"

　　 Gu Zheng saw that the other party had promised quite happy, and then asked him the most interesting question: "Also, how does the guest's reward count?"

　　 "It's still notoginseng."

"Um?"

　　 As soon as I looked at Gu Zheng, he was going to raise his eyebrows, and Guo Yan on the side quickly accepted the explanation: "Of course it's me."

　　 It’s pretty much the same.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Gu Zheng nodded, and covered his makeup-removed face with messy hair again. With a buckle on his head, he dragged his rickshaw out of the backcourt and followed him. Later Guo Yan stretched out his hand: "Where is the profit today? Take it first."

　　 "Oh! Hey? Master Gu, you have to let me figure it out? It's messy today, you have to wait for my accountant to figure it out!"

　　 Is your little broken tea garden equipped with a cashier? Are you a liar?