Bao Guowei and Yuan Jinshu entered the theater together.
The people under the former governor became wary when they saw Bao Guowei, a strange man.
However, due to Yuan Jinshu's intimidation and the high-end suit Bao Guowei wore today, he did not interfere too much and allowed them to enter the theater together.
The theater in the east of the city was a gathering place for celebrities in Wu Sucheng's society. Everyone who came here to listen to the opera was either rich or noble.
The theater is also divided into an upper area and a lower area. The upper area is similar to a box and is reserved. Just like today's former governor who listens to operas, the entire upper area is reserved.
The lower district is different. It is divided into several areas, including cross talk from Tianjin, storytelling from folklore, and face-changing Sichuan opera from Shu.
The audience and spectators all sat down, heated a pot of tea, served a few snacks, and sat listening to the play. This was an afternoon.
Ah! So moisturizing!
Naturally, Yuan Jinshu didn't want to show off his brother's stinky face, so he took Bao Guowei to the lower district. Naturally, Bao Guowei also had the intention to introduce Yuan Jinshu to storytelling.
I saw three or two storytellers on the stage, a wide table covering their legs, wearing a long coat, and with such a light, they really had the ability to be storytellers!
"Hey! Dear spectators, what do you want to talk about today? Don't worry, I will introduce you to a person! For him, he speaks better than me! Come on, Yaohui, come up! "
I saw the leader, who was about forty or fifty years old, holding his hands and speaking respectfully to the onlookers below.
Then, a person suddenly came up from the background, and look! Isn't this Li Yaohui?
When everyone was greeted by the master storyteller, they were all looking forward to it, but when they saw a weird little guy coming out from behind, they all felt disappointed.
Those who are brave enough will put down the tea in their cups and shout loudly: "Hey! Children, are you still reading? You don't want to talk about it. Go home early in the evening and find the nurse to nurse!"
As soon as he said this, the whole hall burst into laughter, and the entire small hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Li Yaohui, wearing a red coat and holding a folding fan in his hand, walked slowly to the stage with a serious look, without any stage fright.
"Guest, you are joking! This is my favorite student. Despite his young age, he has been a storyteller for many years!" Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the old master hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Hey! Bao Guowei."
"Um?"
"Don't tell me, how surprising is it? I heard that in their traditional art, the most important thing is ability. It takes ten minutes on stage and ten years off stage. Often, after more than ten years of hard work, you can't get on stage. Look at that kid. , I’m not very young, I don’t know how capable I am?”
Yuan Jinshu was not interested in this storytelling story, but this unexpected turn of events attracted her attention.
Ever since she returned to Wusu City, she had been staying in the boudoir every day. The former governor had to take her with him even to the theater, and she had long been extremely bored.
When he first came into the theater, Bao Guowei chatted with him, rambling a few words here and there, but his words were quite understandable and made Yuan Jinshu giggle.
Therefore, Yuan Jinshu immediately took a liking to this handsome man who had the air of a British gentleman and a unique oriental sense of humor.
Bao Guowei smiled and replied in a half-joking tone: "Huh? Miss, you don't look much older than him, how come you can teach people?"
When Yuan Jinshu heard this, he stretched out his hand to hit him, and Bao Guowei hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Just watch! I guess it might be interesting later."
"Are you so sure?" Yuan Jinshu didn't believe it.
At this time, a person next to him exclaimed, "Speaking of which, this old master is extraordinary!"
"How about it? Tell me."
"This old master's surname is Yang, and everyone calls him Fatty Yang. He is originally from Long County."
"Hey! Despite his humble appearance, the complete version of "Gu'er Ci" is a masterpiece. He is also good at "Hu Yanqing Da Lei", "Qin Xuemei's Miao Miao", etc.!"
The man pointed toward the stage.
"Just wait and see! I heard that when he was telling stories at the Long County Fair, the old men would sit in a circle on the ground, smoke big pipes, close their eyes and listen to the story. They were quite fascinated."
Everyone was amazed when they heard this.
After hearing this, Bao Guowei smiled and said nothing.
Of course Fatty Yang knew about it, and Bao Guowei's heart ached when he talked about it. He had to stuff a lot of money into him to get him to accept Li Yaohui as a closed disciple, and asked him to recommend Li Yaohui to play today.
However, a lot of money was spent privately.
Yuan Jinshu naturally heard it and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? What am I saying? I'm still wondering why you are so sure. It turns out that you have heard of Fat Yang's reputation a long time ago."
At this time, the person who had just voiced his doubts saw the noise around him, everyone was bragging about Fatty Yang. He consciously lost face and stood up again and scolded: "Boy, how can you tell me a story for me!"
When Fatty Yang heard this, he quickly bent down and bowed, and was about to apologize.
Bao Guowei rose in response.
"This young man is really joking. Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth. Storytellers rely on their ability to make a living, not on seniority. I think this young man can be on stage if he dares to go on stage. I have high expectations for him."
"Hey! Which family are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?" When the man saw someone going against him, he immediately started shooting.
When Bao Guowei took a look, he felt secretly happy. He could tell at a glance that this boy was a dandy from a certain family in Wu Sucheng.
He was not afraid at all. He raised his hands and faced the onlookers and said loudly: "Ha! If you don't say anything, I have to support this little brother today. How about I make a bet with you?"
"What bet?"
"If what he said is not good and everyone is not satisfied with what he said, I will pay for all the money for everyone here today to listen to the book and eat!"
As soon as Bao Guowei said this, he immediately won applause from the whole house.
"Hmph! If what he says is right, I will reward you with five hundred silver dollars immediately!" The man said loudly without showing any signs of weakness.
"Hey! This young master is quite generous. Five hundred yuan is enough to buy two or three huts in Wusu City. When I saw the small courtyard, I was afraid that it would be enough!"
"This is the son of the Gao family in the west of the city, Gao Xiaocheng. My uncle is young and promising. He has become a section chief at a young age!"
Gao Xiaocheng suddenly felt elated as he listened to the discussions around him.
Bao Guowei's expression did not change at all. He was confident in his heart. Now he wanted to make the noise as loud as possible in order to lure the snake out of its hole.
"Okay! Mr. Gao is so proud!"
With Bao Guowei and Gao Xiaocheng building such momentum, the storytelling room became lively, attracting many people to come in and watch.
Li Yaohui was unhurried and had the potential to make a grand occasion.
"Hehehehe! Dear viewers and listeners, what I want to talk about today is not anecdotes or historical stories. What I am going to comment on is "Martial Breaking the Sky". It is not martial arts or Taoism, but force!"
"You want to ask what this force is? Where does "Martial Breaking the Sky" come from, who is it about, and what is it about? Please listen to me!"
"Bang!" A loud sound hit the ground, immediately heightening the atmosphere of the entire venue!
