"Miss, Mr. Huang is here."
In the most luxurious room of Zuisheng Building, the oiran lady was playing the piano.
When he heard the little girl come in to report, the sound of the piano was not disturbed at all, and he only looked up at her.
[Come here when you come. Let him come in and sit down. 】
Although she didn't speak, the little girl understood what she meant and quickly retreated out. After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe came in.
Mr. Huang came in and saw that several people were already sitting in the room, and his face looked a little ugly.
If we are not very close friends, who would be willing to form a group to visit a brothel?
But the beauty glanced at her and smiled helplessly at him. There seemed to be a lot of helplessness in her eyes, so he started laughing along with her.
Hey, Miss Jiuli is also a miserable person. The madam is not a good person. She is asked to receive so many guests all day long, even if she is not selling her body, she will be exhausted, right?
After the song ended, everyone applauded, and Jiuli leaned forward, feeling slightly blessed.
"Thank you for your love for visiting me often. It's a long night, and sitting quietly and listening to the piano is boring. Why don't we come and have something fun? It just so happens that there are many people tonight and it's lively."
Someone was originally very dissatisfied when they saw the man surnamed Huang coming in. They were about to complain a few words. When they heard this, they were immediately attracted.
"What's so fun?"
Jiu Li lowered his eyes slightly and signaled his maid to bring everyone pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
"Rumors have spread around the city recently, saying that His Majesty is planning to raise troops again. You all have great talents. We might as well have a small poetry gathering with the theme of peace!"
Discussing government affairs is sensitive, but everyone can aspire to peace.
Especially since this is a brothel and Jiuli is no ordinary woman, this theme is very suitable.
Jiuli was really a good dancer, and it didn't take long for everyone to become happy, and they all competed to show their talents in front of her. It wasn't until late at night that they left with unfulfilled feelings.
During this period, someone from the government came to search for the thief, but the madam tried to stop him outside but to no avail. As soon as the door was pushed open, Mr. Huang scolded him and the visitor voluntarily retreated.
"The house is empty. If there is a thief, will we all be blind?"
This statement was well-founded and oppressed by official authority. When I sent the people away, I wished I had eight legs.
"Master, they are all gone."
After the guests had dispersed, the madam quietly went upstairs to inform her of the news. Jiu Li rubbed his numb legs, stood up and blew out the lights in the room.
The room suddenly became dark.
Seeing that she could no longer see the house through the silhouette of the window, a thin figure in night clothes slowly crawled out of her window and kowtowed to her with tears in her eyes.
"Thank you for your humble position, princess!"
Jiuli sighed: "Go down! Be more careful next time. I can save you once, but I won't be so lucky again."
He actually hid the person arrested by the government under the eyes of everyone.
"yes!"
After the people left, the madam touched the cloth on the bed and sighed softly:
"In the past, I only thought that the master would get tired if he knelt down for too long. With the tablecloth covering the table, he could rest his legs. I didn't expect it to have such a wonderful use."
If there were palace rules in the past, the layout of the princess's boudoir would never have been so casual.
The old servant who was pretending to be the madam was in tears, and Jiuli was in a bad mood.
Standing in front of the window and staring at the city wall not far away for a long time, she suddenly knocked down the bamboo pole holding up the window.
"I'm tired, please step back first!"
The madam showed a playful smile in front of everyone, bowed politely, and then quietly withdrew.
The room was dark, and several seconds passed before a sneer came.
"Okay! It's over!"
Mou Sanyang tiredly picked up the trumpet.
Hearing this shout, everyone couldn't help but cheer.
This scene was so complicated, with so many actors, so no mistakes could be made from the beginning to the end, and micro-expressions had to be taken into consideration. Not only was the director vomiting blood from exhaustion, but the actors and staff were also almost vomiting during the filming!
At times like this, I’m really afraid of the director’s words, but the first pass has the best effect.
After filming this scene, we finished work, had dinner and returned to the inn.
Ni Bingyan was lying on the bed with a facial mask on, wearing headphones and chatting with Sang Yuan.
"Hey, you don't know how much I envy Jiuli. This mental quality is so amazing! If I were half as good as her, I would be invulnerable."
Sang Yuan let out a long sigh: "How can the psychological quality cultivated under the ruin of the country and the family be strong? How can you compare with her?"
Ni Bingyan thought about it and realized that this made sense.
Princess Jiuli only escaped death by hiding in a secret room because her old servant fought to save her.
But the price for her survival was to watch her loved ones being killed one after another in front of her without daring to make a sound.
That scene required her to show extremely strong emotions, but without any big body movements or any language. The performance was very difficult. She had simulated it countless times in her mind, so it left a deep impression on her.
"It's not that I'm comparing myself to her, I just envy people with strong psychological qualities. They feel that everything is easier, especially when encountering difficulties, which most people may not be able to overcome, but they can get through it safely. "
Sang Yuan was holding Wangcai in his arms while reading documents. When Wangcai heard Ni Bingyan's voice, he moved closer to the phone. He put the phone to Wangcai's ear and made it beep twice.
After one person and one dog had a conversation in the air, Sang Yuan told her about the past.
"When I was in college, there was a project. The competitors were very strong. I wanted to win, but I knew I was not as good as the opponent. What should I do? I just pretended to be bluffing, you know. Bar?"
"It succeeded in the end, right? I knew that you must be the kind of person who is very stable when things happen. You can always bring extraordinary confidence to others."
"I thought this was the reason at the time. After the contract was signed, the boss opposite smiled and shook my hand, and at the same time said to me, 'Please say hello to your dad for me.'"
I thought I had the personal qualities of Pin, but later I found out that I relied on Pin’s father to get through.
Ni Bingyan couldn't help but laugh. While laughing, he covered his face and shouted: "Ouch! My facial mask! It's so expensive!"
Seeing that he made her laugh, Sang Yuan said: "So no matter how good your mental quality is, there is a limit to your effectiveness. There is no need to envy others."
"Well, Dad Pin also asked you to share your experience!"
"Isn't that right? I have understood a truth since then. I am better than other young people who start their own businesses. What is the strongest point? Is it my vision? My ability? No, it is my dad, my mom, and my grandpa. Grandma, uncle, grandpa, grandma, etc. If you want to go faster than others, you must first make full use of your connections."
"It's not unreasonable for you to say that, but, it's somewhat..."
"A little inconsistent with mainstream values?"
Ni Bingyan didn't know what to say.
Can she say that the grassroots who have no support hate the rich second generation like him the most?
After all, she has a father now, and her father is very supportive. It's strange to say such things.
When Sang Yuan saw that she was silent, he continued to share his experience: "Many people stop working hard because they fight for their father, but I work harder. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"In order that one day, our children can start their own business and live easier by relying on their father."
Ni Bingyan suddenly didn't know how to answer the question.
Should we say that the love brain is really the love brain?
It doesn't seem right either.
While we were chatting, Sister Wei called.
She hung up before the other side finished speaking, but the other side persisted and beat three of them in succession.
Ni Bingyan had no choice but to say goodbye to Sang Yuan and call Wei Shujie.
