In broad daylight, Zhu Hao suddenly faced two people holding swords. Even though it was clear that the swords were just props, if there were no pedestrians passing by around him, he would have been afraid that the two men would commit murder on the street.
Zhu Hao said: "No offense, I just want to know if you are really capable of integrating into the troupe... The previous leader Long was the leader of the theater troupe you were about to join just now. He told me that you are from the northwest, not from a music background, but from a happy background.
They are street performers who travel everywhere and struggle to survive. My troupe needs just such talents, so I came here to ask."
The big man frowned.
Zhu Hao said before that he had a troupe under him, and with his experience traveling all over the world, of course he didn't believe it.
But if Master Long can tell this child, his credibility increases a lot.
"How about this. You two come back with me. If you are really capable, you can join my troupe and perform with my people. Do you have any intention?"
Zhu Hao said, taking out two broken pieces of silver from his pocket, "The total here is more than one or two. If you pass the assessment and prove your ability, this will be your signing fee."
Seeing that the other party had already spent all his money, the big man frowned and asked, "What is the signing fee?"
Zhu Hao pointed to the yard on the other side of the river: "Look over there. It's the Changyun Troupe, a famous opera troupe in the south of the Yangtze River. Only their troupe has people who specialize in martial arts. Ordinary small opera troupes may not be able to accommodate you, but the big opera troupe
To recruit people, you must sign a contract of sale, and they must be from a happy background according to regulations...
"The so-called signing fee is equivalent to the price of a one-time buyout. You will sing with my troupe, but you will not sign a contract of sale. You will be paid how much you will get for the number of plays you sing in the future. The actual price will be stated clearly. Everything will be in accordance with the contract!"
When the child heard this, he raised his head and looked at the big man, obviously his heart was moved.
The big man pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I won't join your troupe. That troupe owned by Captain Long is really good... We want to sing with him."
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "Eating a bowl of rice in Liyuan depends on your ability. If you are real, I will recommend you to Master Long's troupe... It's up to you whether you go or not."
With that said, Zhu Hao turned around and walked back the way he came.
The big man hesitated for a moment, then stepped to follow, and the child naturally followed.
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"You two, I wonder what your relationship is? Where are you from?" Zhu Hao asked on the way.
The big man replied: "From the northwest, father and son."
The answer was very simple but very general. It was obvious that he was very wary of strangers when he was traveling.
The three of them came to the yard where the Long Troupe was. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Yu Sanhe Long chatting with the people from the Changyun Troupe. Zhu Hao didn't want to disturb them and went to sit down at the millstone in the corner of the yard.
The big man following Zhu Hao asked, "I wonder who that is?"
"Those who are here to seek cooperation... don't worry, we will go there as soon as they leave." After Zhu Hao finished speaking, he waited quietly.
Yu San and Leader Long have been talking to the people in Changyun Class. In fact, they have noticed that Zhu Hao has brought two people back. They just remember Zhu Hao's previous instructions not to reveal their identities. Yu San is afraid that there is something wrong with Zhu Hao.
Please give the people from Changyun Class to Class Leader Long to greet them and walk towards Zhu Hao.
"...Brother Hao, what is this?"
Yu San was very discerning and did not call Zhu Hao his "little boss" in front of strangers.
Zhu Hao smiled and said to the two people behind him: "Let me introduce to you, this shopkeeper is the employer of Master Long. This time it is shopkeeper Yu who brought Master Long to come all the way from Anlu to perform..."
The big man Yu San looked up and down, with a look of distrust on his brows, and shook his head: "It doesn't look like that."
Yu San originally had a smile on his face, but his expression changed when he heard this: "How can I talk? Can I still lie to you?"
Zhu Hao smiled.
The relationship between Leader Long and Yu San, and even Zhu Hao, is indeed not something that ordinary people can understand. Perhaps the father in front of him, who is leading his son to travel around the world, can only judge from Yu San's conversation and behavior that Yu San is more like a thug. He doesn't have the same aura as his boss.
Actually, I read that right.
Just as he was talking, the people from the Changyun class on the other side left with unhappy faces, and it seemed that they had not reached an agreement.
Zhu Hao saw Master Long looking reluctant when he went out to see off his guests. Perhaps the Changyun Troupe offered him an olive branch, and the conditions were quite generous. He was already attracted to a person like Master Long who valued fame and fortune, but he knew that joining a big theater troupe would lead to exploitation. In addition, the script was not written by him, so I felt unsure.
"Let's go, set up a stage and let the two of them sing a piece. If they sing well, let them sing under the leadership of Captain Long. Is it okay with the shopkeeper?"
Zhu Hao asked in a fake tone.
Yu San smiled and nodded: "You have spoken, so of course there is no problem."
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When Zhu Hao and Yu Sanhe, an artist and his son, walked to the entrance of the courtyard, Team Leader Long just turned back after seeing off the guests, bumped into him, and hurriedly came over to salute.
Leader Long saw the father and son, and his expression was not very good: "Master, why did you bring them back?"
Leader Long originally looked down on the father and son, and had no intention of deliberately concealing Zhu Hao's identity, so he directly revealed Zhu Hao's identity in front of the father and son.
When the father and son heard this title, their expressions changed.
"Master Long, they want to join your troupe. If you don't want him, you can ask him to come to my place." Zhu Hao said with a smile, "I am short of martial arts students here, but they also named me to join your troupe, so I I had no choice but to get them back in your name."
Leader Long's eyes narrowed slightly, with an impatient look on his face, as if he was saying that you can take people away if you want, as if I, the person who works for you, have the right to interfere with your decision.
At this time, the big man stepped forward and saluted: "Master Long, I wonder if this young master is...?"
Leader Long said: "He is the real boss. If you join his team, it will be much better than joining my Caotai team."
The big man's eyes were blurred.
He belongs to two troupes, which doesn't sound like they belong to the same group. How do you call him the boss?
Gu Kui
At this time, several people came to the courtyard next door. Yu San had already gone in to greet Chang Zaiyin and others to come out.
Chang Zaiyin asked respectfully: "Master, how do you set up the table?"
Zhu Hao said: "It doesn't need to be too big. Let's just set up a stage as big as the Eight Immortals table. Martial arts not only depends on the kung fu, but also the singing. I will sing a cappella, and I ask you two to imitate my singing and follow along with your posture." Taizi...in your own way, what do you think?"
At this time, although the father and son knew that Zhu Hao was the boss, they still had the idea of leaving.
The relationship between these people in front of me is too messy. I wanted to join Master Long's troupe before because the troupe was not big but it could put on good plays and I thought it had a future.
But the current chaotic situation makes the big man feel that this kind of team with unclear internal structure has no future.
"We understand the kindness of the young master, but..."
The big man declined Zhu Hao's kindness.
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "Don't be too busy to refuse. Where is the performance but not a performance? If you want to become famous, don't you have the courage to take risks?" At this point, he raised the broken silver in his hand and said, "This money shouldn't be used for anything.
The signing fee is just a bonus, as long as you sing well, you can take it away."
After Zhu Hao said this, the big man hesitated.
For street performers traveling around the world, money is the most reliable thing that can be kept close by and bring a stable life.
Zhu Hao said: "I will sing first, you listen, and let the two troupes be witnesses!"
Before the father and son could refuse, Zhu Hao jumped onto the makeshift platform.
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As the owner of the troupe, Zhu Hao wrote the script and taught the singing before, but he has never performed on stage.
Although it is just a temporary stage at the moment, the people in Zhu Hao's two theater troupes have put aside their practice and ran to the yard to watch the fun. They all know that Zhu Hao's level is not low, and they want to see how talented his boss is and what he can do.
At such a young age, he has been able to support the pear orchard business in Anlu.
Zhu Hao came on stage and put on the airs of a martial artist, but he only had the appearance.
Singing:
"The blue-faced Dou Erdun steals the royal horse.
The red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha.
The yellow-faced Dian Wei, the white-faced Cao Cao,
The black-faced Zhang Fei... is called Cha Cha..."
It's just a few lyrics of the simplest "Rap Mask". There is no need to worry about who Dou Erdun is. This is a figure in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. You only need to pay attention to the singing.
This section is most suitable for martial arts students to express their body posture, so Zhu Hao used it as an assessment question.
If the father and son had looked down upon Zhu Hao before, when they heard Zhu Hao singing these lines on the small stage, the singing style, form and meaning were beyond the comparison of ordinary people in the theater troupe.
"good!"
Of course the two theater troupes who were watching applauded and praised.
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.
If this singing style and lyrics are used on the stage in the future, won't it win a lot of applause? Especially if the performer is still the owner, no matter how bad the singing is, he still needs to be applauded!
Otherwise, do you still want to work in a theater troupe?
After Zhu Hao finished singing, he jumped down from the stage and looked at the father and son with a smile: "Can you sing?"
The big man nodded: "The singing style of the little master is very similar to the singing style of my northwest border area. You can give it a try."
Zhu Hao smiled knowingly.
Peking opera is originally a blend of many local operas, and the high-pitched part comes from Qin opera. This big man found the northwest singing tune in it, which shows that he is on the right track for opera.
Yu San reminded from the side: "You go up and sing, but you have to show the style of a martial artist. If you just sing a few words lightly on your lips, it will be boring!"
The big man felt that he was being looked down upon. He raised his long knife and jumped onto the one-meter-square stage. His body was light, but when he landed behind the stage, his figure was as steady as a rock. He then swung the long knife in his hand.
He danced vigorously, and then sang Zhu Hao's lyrics with his singing voice...
When he first opened his mouth, his voice was more than ten times louder than Zhu Hao's.
Not to mention the people watching around, you can hear it even on the other side of the river.
His skill with his hands is even more incredible. He can wield a sword while singing. Especially when he sings "The red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha", his momentum surges for no reason. It makes people feel that if he is really holding Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue Sword, he is wielding it.
It will definitely be able to cut off ten or eight heads of the enemy.
There were only a few lines in this section. When the big man finished singing, he showed off his figure and stood there for a moment, everything was quiet, and not a single person in the audience applauded.
Everyone looked at Zhu Hao. It seemed that only Zhu Hao was qualified to be the judge.
"Okay, okay, I won't accept it... Master Long, it seems you have no vision. If you don't recruit such good people, it will be a big loss for the troupe... This bonus is worth it."
Zhu Hao is not the kind of person who likes to play tricks. If he sings well, why not do it if he is given some money to get hired by his subordinates?
Seeing the big man jumping off the stage, Zhu Hao offered the broken silver, but the big man did not accept it immediately.
Zhu Hao asked: "May I ask what your surname is?"
The big man replied: "My father and son are from Yansui, and they are originally from military households... My surname is Guan."
Zhu Hao suddenly realized.
No wonder the part about singing Guan Gong is particularly stylish. Yansui Town is the birthplace of Qin Opera in northern Shaanxi, and it is the Guan family. Can you not work hard when singing about your ancestors?