At night in Shanghai, guests usually start to enter the venue at eight o'clock in the evening, and the dance starts at 8:30 to warm up the place.
It was only after six o'clock when Qianyin arrived.
Qin San was very considerate, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Do you think you want the kitchen to cook something, or do you want someone to pack some up at your favorite restaurant outside?"
Qianyin shook her head, "I don't have much appetite, just make me some porridge, no need to bother."
Qin San: "Okay."
Half an hour later, while Qianyin was watching other dancers learn to dance, a group of people walked in and put down all kinds of porridge one by one.
Although each type of porridge only has a small bowl, it is impossible to cook only such a small bowl. Behind these bowls of small porridge are complete portions of large porridge.
Qin San came out at the end, and Qianyin smiled helplessly: "Third Master, there are too many."
Qin San had already thought of a countermeasure, "It doesn't matter, you pick a bowl and give them the rest. And you don't have to worry about cooking too much porridge and wasting it. Don't forget, there will be a whole party in Shanghai at night."
guest."
"The porridge is just for you to eat first. When the guests come, they will be given as gifts to the guests at each table."
Qianyin suddenly understood, gave a thumbs up and praised: "So that's it. The third master is worthy of being the third master. He can use all kinds of details to make the guests feel the warmth and care of home."
She picked a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge.
Qin San silently wrote down her choice and let the other dancers drink the rest of the porridge.
The time soon came to around eight o'clock.
Qianyin has already changed into her stage costume and put on her bronze and gold mask.
The other dancers also put on masks. Sure enough, as Qin San said, among the many similar masks, Qianyin's bronze and gold mask no longer looked so eye-catching.
A dancer asked curiously: "Qianyin, you are obviously the nineteenth concubine of the warlord's mansion. It stands to reason that you can live a very comfortable life."
"We are all forced by life and have no choice but to come to Shanghai at night to make money. Why do you want to come too?"
Originally, when these dancers learned that Qianyin was the Nineteenth Concubine, they had feelings of envy, jealousy, fear, etc. towards her.
However, when they got along with Qianyin, they found that Qianyin was very easy-going and did not have the airs of a concubine at all.
Moreover, Qianyin had to perform on the same stage with them again, and they inexplicably developed a "comradeship" with Qianyin.
That's why they ask this question.
Qianyin adjusted her makeup and hair mask in the mirror, and a faint voice, as if she had seen through everything, came from behind the mask.
"My life is very comfortable? No, you must not think so. Even if I can live a comfortable life, it is only because of my master's favor. But, can I always be young and beautiful? Can I always capture my master's heart?
?"
"You all know that I am the nineteenth concubine of the master. Before me, there were eighteen concubines who were once beautiful and beautiful and were with the master. If the master was really a man who could be caught, then there would be no me.
's appearance."
"Once I lose the favor of the master, my life in the house will definitely be very sad. So before that day comes, I need to plan for myself. I need to save money, and I need to make plans for the rest of my life."
"Perhaps many people think that being a dancer is a shameful thing, but I don't agree. You are all very hardworking and diligent people, and you earn clean money. I am very envious, so I joined."
"Thank you for being willing to teach me, and thank you for giving me this opportunity to be self-reliant."
Qianyin's words simply touched the hearts of the dancers.
The dancers who originally had some opinions and dissatisfaction with her had tears in their eyes, and all their prejudices against her disappeared.
They have heard abuse and accusations, disdain and ridicule from many people.
But at this moment, they heard the appreciation, thanks and recognition from the Nineteenth Concubine, who was of a higher status than them.
They were really touched.
A group of people hugged each other and cried bitterly, as if a group of lonely and misunderstood souls finally had a chance to reunite.
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At half past eight, the opening dance came on time.
Today's dancers have very unique looks, and the most special thing is the full-covered masks they wear on their faces.
The all-inclusive masks blocked the appearance of the dancers, which should have affected the appreciation.
However, their clothes and masks complement each other, they are both shining with golden light and exude an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Coupled with their uniform and charming dancing postures, they immediately attracted the attention of the guests.
Anyway, the stage was so far away that the guests couldn't actually see what the dancers looked like.
Once the all-inclusive mask is put on, they can enjoy the dance wholeheartedly.
Gu Yaotian sat down and drank.
He came to Shanghai today not to watch people dancing, nor to listen to people singing.
He just came here to drink.
If you drink at home you will be criticized by your father and it will annoy people, so why not go to Shanghai at night and let yourself go wild?
"Master, please drink less wine, it will hurt your health. There is red bean porridge here. Do you want to take a sip? You haven't eaten anything tonight and you are just drinking too much. This is not good for your stomach."
His subordinates kept trying to persuade Gu Yaotian, but they all fell on deaf ears.
This subordinate was the one who Gu Yaotian asked him to deliver Jinchuang Medicine to Qianyin. He knew full well that his young master would become like this and drink to drown his sorrows entirely because of Lu Hua's nineteenth aunt.
But he knew it, but he couldn't point it out.
This matter must never be known to anyone, not even the master.
In a state of anxiety, his subordinate glanced at the stage inadvertently, and that glance made him scream.
"Master, Master, look quickly. Do the people on the stage look familiar to you?"
The dancer pointed at was none other than Qian Yin, who was wearing a full bronze and gold mask.
Although Gu Yaotian didn't drink much, he drank quickly and urgently, so he was already a little drunk now.
He heard his subordinates whirring and calling him to look, so he looked over.
Once he saw it like this, he couldn't take his eyes away again.
With such a figure and such enchanting dancing posture, even if she blocks her face, he can still tell that she is Qianyin!
"Hehe." Gu Yaotian's face turned red after drinking, and he giggled at Qianyin who was dancing on the stage.
"Sir, do you want me to help you date her?" the subordinate asked tentatively.
It would be great if the young master could fall in love with a dancing girl and turn his thoughts towards Lu Hua's Nineteenth Concubine to this dancing girl!
It’s better than competing with Lu Hua for a woman!
However, after he asked this question, Gu Yaotian actually stood up and shouted to the stage, "Qianyin, Qianyin! Qian... ugh!"
He yelled a few words, and his men were so frightened that they immediately covered his mouth and pulled him down.
At the same time, he smiled and nodded to the guests at other tables and apologized, "Sorry, my young master drank too much. He recognized the wrong person. I'm sorry to bother you."
After Gu Yaotian was dragged down by his men, he kept mumbling Qianyin's name.
The subordinate could only say: "Sir, stop reading. There is absolutely no way that the woman on the stage is Aunt Nineteen. You are wrong. If you like her, I will help you contact her now."
"But you must not regard her as the Nineteenth Concubine and call the Nineteenth Concubine by her name in front of her, otherwise it will definitely lead to a big mistake!"
Gu Yaotian listened to his subordinate's words and murmured to himself: "Isn't she...Qianyin?"
The subordinate hurriedly said: "Yes, she is not!"
Gu Yaotian blushed and fell silent, and his subordinates did not dare to ask.
After a long while, he said: "If it's not Qianyin, forget it. Don't bother her."
Although Gu Yaotian said this, after he recovered, his eyes were fixed on Qianyin on the stage.
After the opening dance was over and the dancers had taken their final bow, he took out the money and gave it to his men and said, "Give it to Mr. Qin as a reward for the dancer."
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Qianyin returned to the backstage with everyone, talking and laughing.
The other dancers also have to change clothes, and when there is a singer singing behind them, they have to dance with them.
Qianyin hasn't taken on the job as a backup dancer yet, and is going to go down and watch how they dance when they are backup dancers.
As soon as she changed back into her clothes, Qin San came again.
"Third Master." Qianyin shouted.
Qin San said: "Since you don't let me call you Nineteenth Auntie, then don't be so polite to me. Just call me Qin San."
He took out a banknote and said, "Here is the reward given to you by the guests tonight. The money is too much and too complicated, so I will directly change it to a neat one for you."
Although the amount of this bank note is quite large, it is not as large as the one Qian Yin invested in Qin San last time.
Qianyin originally wanted to say that instead of taking the money, she would continue to use it to invest in Qin San.
But soon she thought of something and chose to accept the check.
"Thank you. You are such a good boss. You gave me all the rewards given by your guests." Qianyin said with a smile.
Qin San also laughed, "That's not true. I am a businessman, and I also want to take a commission. This is not all reward money."
After Qin San said this, the other dancers who had been listening with their ears straightened up felt balanced.
They had received rewards before, but their reward money had to be split 350-50 with Qin.
If Qin San gives all the money to Qianyin directly because of her status, then even if they have a good impression of Qianyin, they will still have grudges because of this matter.
Fortunately, Qin San treats everyone equally and does not treat them differently.
But what they didn't know was that Qin San only said that he would take a commission, but not how much.
He is 50-50 to others, but to Qianyin, he is 10-90.
As long as he doesn't tell, no one will know.
After Qianyin changed her clothes, she was led quietly to the hall by Qin San.
He had already reserved a seat for her, so the other guests just thought she was late.
Qianyin watched the dancers for a while.
She found that the backing dance was different from the opening dance. It seemed simpler, the postures were repetitive, and there was no skill at all.
After watching a few songs, she knew how to dance, so she planned to leave.
"You're leaving? It's a bit late. Do you want my people to take you back?" Qin San saw Qianyin standing up, so he quickly stood up and asked.
"Don't bother, I'll go back by myself." Qianyin waved to him with a light smile, "Qin San, see you tomorrow."
Qin San looked at her leaving figure, like a young boy, his heartbeat was pounding.
He raised a smile and said, "See you tomorrow."
Qianyin walked out of Shanghai at night. There were rickshaws parked outside. The traffic was really convenient.
She got into a rickshaw casually.
"Miss, where are you going?" the rickshaw driver asked with an attentive smile.
Qianyin said: "Let's take a stroll first. I'm a little hungry and want to see if there is anything to eat on the roadside."
Rickshaw driver: "Okay! Then I'll take you to the busy road and have a look. If there's anyone you like, let me stop."
In fact, Qianyin wasn't hungry at all, and she didn't really want to eat.
She did this to get rid of Qin San's men who might exist.
However, after the rickshaw driver made a circle, he stopped in front of a wonton stall. Qianyin asked Zebra Crossing to take a look, but found no one following her.
It seems that Qin San is not the kind of person who keeps an eye on her.
He understands personal privacy very well and gives her enough space.
"Miss, your wontons!" The stall owner brought up a bowl of steaming wontons.
Qianyin stood aside and winked at the rickshaw driver, "You eat."
The rickshaw driver was waiting on the side of the road. He thought that Qianyin would definitely go home after eating, and then he could take another business.
But he didn't expect Qianyin to invite him to eat.
"Miss, this is impossible."
"It's okay, just eat. After eating, I want you to take me to a place."
Qian Yin said so, and the rickshaw driver no longer shied away.
They all work hard to make money, and they do physical work. In fact, he was hungry for a long time.
It's just that I can't bear to eat it to save money.
A bowl of wontons, the rickshaw driver finished it quickly.
He wiped his lips and quickly pulled the car back, "Miss, you get in the car, no matter where you go, I won't charge you!"
Qianyin asked him to take her to a bookstore.
It's past nine o'clock at night, but the bookstore is still open.
There is a lantern hanging at the door, which has a literati atmosphere.
Qianyin got off the car and gave the rickshaw driver some money.
When the rickshaw driver saw so much money, his eyes widened and he shook his head to stuff the money back.
"No, miss, this is too much! You just treated me to wontons, and I said I won't charge you for it!"
Qianyin smiled lightly and said: "There are no other rickshaws here, so I will ask you to take me back later. But I may have to stay here for a while, which will delay your job search."
"If you really think I'm good, then accept the money, find a place to rest for a while, and wait for me to come out. If you don't want to take my job anymore, then don't accept my money and leave now."
The rickshaw driver was severely manipulated by Qianyin.
Finally, he accepted the money and bowed to Qianyin repeatedly.
"Thank you, miss. I'll wait for you, even if I wait all night! Just go about your business without worries! No matter when you come out, I can take you home safely!"
Qianyin nodded to him.
"Boss, it's so late and it's not closed yet?" Qianyin turned around and walked into the bookstore and asked.
A young man wearing a dark blue gown and glasses was sitting at the counter reading a book. He raised his head in surprise when he heard the voice.
However, he quickly realized his identity and quickly regained his composure: "Hello, it's not closing yet, but it's about to close. Look, what book do you want?"
Qianyin stared at him for a minute, then suddenly smiled, "I want a book by Marx."