Broiyu couldn't help but take a look at the stage: "In today's theaters, the stage is square and square, and the audiences on both sides can't see much, but with this fan-shaped stage, every audience can see
It’s clear, and there are a lot more seats, so even if the ticket price is lower, you won’t lose money.”
The broken jade was indeed brought out by Master Ma himself, and the ingenuity inside it can be seen at a glance.
Chen Jinjun did not expect this: "From your professional perspective, is there anything that can be improved on this stage?"
Hearing her question, Suiyu knelt down thoughtfully and carefully looked at the internal structure of the theater.
Chen Jinjun was not in a hurry to rush her, he just sat on the chair and slowly sipped the seasonal tea that Zheng Wen had just purchased.
Suiyu carefully imagined the scene during the performance, but still found something she didn't understand.
"Where will the string master sit at that time? Can we ensure that every audience member can hear the key points?"
She is not worried about the human voice problem, because the basic skill of opera is to be able to send the sound to the audience's ears no matter how noisy the environment is.
Miao Yu had already packed his things and himself neatly. Dato's appearance was not as dusty as when he had just arrived at the Chen Mansion.
"The team of stringers sit in the building at the back, or sit around in the extra half floor above. In this way, although more stringers are needed each time, it can give people the best impression."
Miao Yu held his pipe and shook his head as he spoke.
"Master Miao, this is Suiyu, a famous actor in Yongzhou; Suiyu, this is the designer of this big theater, Master Miao of Style Miao."
Chen Jinjun raised the tea cup in his hand.
Sui Yu stood up and made a quaint salute to Miao Yu.
Miao Yu squinted his eyes and was startled, then returned Sui Yu with a courteous gift with great interest.
"It seems that this person is also a member of the Jianghu?"
Miao Yu is a veteran of the martial arts world. A craftsman like him has a high status in the martial arts world, so he also knows many rules.
Suiyu nodded and asked, "How many people can this theater accommodate at its maximum?"
Miao Yu took a sip from his pipe, squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "The hall on the first floor can accommodate 700 people without additional seats. If the second and third floors count 150 people each, it will be at least 1,000 people."
Suiyu nodded and began to mutter to himself: "One thousand people, based on 80% of the attendance, there will be at least 800 people in one game."
"My boss, just the people in Lei's Theater can't support the performance of the entire theater."
Suiyu frowned and said to Chen Jinjun.
Chen Jinjun nodded without surprise: "Thinking of this, I sent people to Beijing and Shanghai to submit notices and invited some theater troupes to perform. Let's build up the momentum first. When the theater becomes famous, you can choose some
Good seedlings should be cultivated from an early age."
Suiyu was a little frightened for a moment: "Does the owner plan to spread the reputation of this theater all over the world?"
Chen Jinjun nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course, this theater was built on a whim to help refugees. I can't pay for Huo Tingyu's wedding clothes for no reason. I must recoup the cost of building the theater and recruiting people."
, it must not be wasted.”
When Miao Yu heard what she said, he couldn't help but burst out in joy: "You are really just like your grandpa, a tough guy who never pulls out a dime!"
Chen Jinjun took a sip of the new tea in the cup. The rich aroma made her squint her eyes in enjoyment: "I am a businessman, not a good person."
Miao Yu couldn't help but nodded in agreement: "Back then, I cared too much about reputation and favor, so I gave away favors all the time. In the end, I ended up leaving my hometown."
"Leaving your hometown?" Chen Jinjun smiled and shook his head, "People always have to live first before talking about feelings."
"I didn't expect that you see much more clearly than me, old man." Miao Yu added a pinch of cigarette to his pipe. "You have lived for so long in vain."
Chen Jinjun was amused by Miao Yu's appearance: "You are a craftsman, so of course you don't need those hypocritical worldliness. I also envy craftsmen from the bottom of my heart. You will never be short of food at any time."
Miao Yu looked at the style of the theater on the ground and thought thoughtfully: "You just said that this theater is for theater troupes from all over the world to come on stage?"
Chen Jinjun nodded: "After all, it is your final work. This is an out-of-print work of the fifth generation of Xiang Miao. I must let everyone in the world know about it."
"You want to use refugees from outside the city as workers?" Miao Yu exhaled a puff of smoke.
Chen Jinjun nodded: "Why don't you do it to gain both fame and fortune?"
"Refugees are not easy to manage." Miao Yu glanced at Chen Jinjun.
"I know, so I went to Marshal Huo to ask for a refugee settlement document." Escort Chen Jinjun himself had been prepared.
"People's hearts are sinister. Even if you are tempted by benefits, there will still be people with ulterior motives. You still have to be careful."
Chen Jinjun saw Xu Fanming walking into the gate of Chen Mansion with ease and said to Miao Yu, "With you and Xu Biaotou watching over me, I feel relieved."
Xu Fanming had a good ear, so he naturally heard Chen Jinjun read his name. As he walked, he asked Chen Jinjun: "Why, does my boss want to tell me anything else?"
Chen Jinjun could hear the teasing in his words: "I don't dare to give orders, I just want to ask Xu Xu to do something."
Xu Fanming was already used to Chen Jinjun's clever words: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Chen Jinjun raised his chin towards the theater style on the ground.
Xu Fanming had noticed the theater model a long time ago and somewhat guessed what Chen Jinjun wanted him to do.
"You want to build a theater, but you need someone to supervise the work." Xu Fanming looked at Chen Jinjun with an expression that showed he was in control.
"Smart," Chen Jinjun nodded, "You two don't need my introduction."
Xu Fanming hugged Miao Yu and said, "Of course you don't have to. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't know about Shao Miao?"
Miao Yu waved his hand: "Butterhead Xu is over-reputed. The world only knows Style Lei. We, Style Miao, have been in decline in recent years."
Xu Fanming looked at the pattern on the ground, looked at Miao Yu and said sincerely: "You have a sword that is still young."
Miao Yu smiled: "How dare you forget what you are eating? How about you really go to see your ancestors one day, why don't you look shameless and scold me?"
Chen Jinjun looked at Xu Fanming: "How many people can you send over there?"
Xu Fanming clicked his tongue: "It depends on how many workers you need."
Chen Jinjun looked at Miao Yu: "How many people do you think we need?"
"There are at least two thousand workers to build the building. It would be better if there are carpenters."
Miao Yu knocked the ashes from his pipe and squinted his eyes to count.
Chen Jinjun was also thinking about this matter: "If there are buildings, there must be people who cook for these refugees, and temporary tents are also indispensable."
Xu Fanming listened to the words of the two people and nodded slowly: "Then I will temporarily send fifty people here?"
"Then let's start with fifty people. When the time comes, we'll have to ask the government to post a notice outside the city wall to recruit people."
Xu Fanming pondered for a moment: "I have someone I want to recommend to you."
Chen Jinjun asked curiously: "Who?"
"You also recognize this man. He was the executioner who beheaded Cai Ying, Lu Wen." Xu Fanming looked at Chen Jinjun.