Two tables have been prepared, and so many people suddenly show up. How can we eat this meal?
There was only one cook, Zhang Ma. She Aizhen was afraid that she would not be able to do it, so she also called her own chef. With Ai Wanyi and Liu Ermeng to help, it was already difficult enough to prepare two tables of rice. Can more be done?
Lin Chuang was in a hurry when She Aizhen and Ai Wanyi came over: "Xiao Ming, the kitchen is very busy, there are too many people, and there are not enough ingredients."
Lin Chuangxin said: "I said I was going to a restaurant, but you said I was at home. Now, are you dumbfounded? How can your family have such a large hospitality capacity?"
He didn't blame her. Complaining would have no effect at this time.
Lin Chuang remembered that when there was a funeral in his hometown, the helpers all ate from a large pot of food. Each person had a bowl, which was full and comfortable to eat.
So he said: "There will still be two tables at the main table. The other people will not be seated. They will all have a big bowl of food. Anyway, they are not outsiders. Please explain clearly and everyone should be able to understand.
In addition, wrapping a red envelope for each of these people is considered a return gift. If the red envelope is thicker, it will be considered as compensation."
"Where are those Japanese soldiers?" She Aizhen asked.
"Why do they have so many people? Just do it like this, eat them if you like them, or let them go if they don't eat them." Lin Chuang said.
"Okay, that's all we can do now." She Aizhen nodded.
"Mr. Lin, I'll stew it. Each person has a bowl. It's better than stew, and it also seems more serious." Ai Wanyi suggested.
Lin Chuang glanced at her and asked: "Of course stewed chicken is good, but there are not so many chickens. Besides, we don't have enough time."
"Go and buy it right away. It should be in time. Also, didn't Boss Yan say that he wants to collaborate with you for a few verses? Why don't you sing two verses first to delay the time." Ai Wanyi said.
"Okay, this is a good idea. When you are hungry and hungry, it is time to sing two verses. Okay, you go and get ready." Lin Chuang said.
After She Aizhen and Ai Wanyi left, Lin Chuang called Yan Yuzhu out: "Boss Yan, how about we sing two verses?"
"Okay, that's what I meant." Yan Yuzhu agreed happily.
"Boss Yan, let's do this. You sing two verses first to warm up the audience, and then we will collaborate on two verses."
Yan Yuzhu asked with a smile: "Can't you pull the bolt open?"
"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that there would be so many people and we couldn't arrange the place at once."
"Okay, I'll sing two verses first, and then how about we collaborate on a piece of "Zuigong" and a piece of "Wujia Slope"?"
"Okay, it just so happens that I can sing these two parts."
"Boss Lin, my help to you can't be in vain, right?"
"I appreciate it. When you perform again, I will go and support you. How about that?"
Yan Yuzhu was of course very happy that Lin Chuang was going to support him.
You know, for a rich man like him, support is not just as simple as attending a show, he will definitely spend money to entertain people.
If you find someone else to confront him, you'll be fine.
"Okay, thank you in advance. But, Mr. Lin, I have one more thing to ask for."
"you say."
"The exchange center is about to open, can we have a Peking Opera hall there?"
When Lin Chuang heard this, he was stunned and thought to himself: "This man has a really big appetite. Does he want to lean towards the Japanese, or does he have other plans?"
"Boss Yan, Peking Opera was not included in the previous plan. I will consider the suggestion you made. If a Peking Opera hall is established, I will definitely ask you to be the director." Lin Chuang had no choice but to give her a few words.
“It’s a deal!”
Yan Yuzhu was very happy to receive such a promise and called the piano master to prepare.
Lin Chuang walked up to Saburo Miura and asked: "Your Majesty General, you are familiar with China. You should know that Peking Opera is one of our national quintessences. Boss Yan, the famous Shanghai actor Yan Yuzhu, is also here. I mean, before the banquet begins, please
She sings two verses. Besides, I am also a theater fan. What do you think of singing two verses with her?"
"Yo Xi! This arrangement is very good. I will arrange for someone to take a picture and send it to the newspaper. The title will be 'Peking Opera Actors and Business Wizards Sing for the Imperial Army'. Mr. Inukai, isn't this another sign of Sino-Japanese friendship?"
An example?" Miura Saburo's little eyes flashed with excitement, and he turned to Inukai Ken and said.
"Hey, this old boy has very strong political acumen. He knows how to show off even the smallest things." Lin Chuang secretly admired him.
"No, no, no, Miura-kun, you don't know that Lin Sang is most afraid of being photographed. He is afraid of being labeled a traitor by the Chinese." Inu Yangjian knew Lin Chuang's thoughts and quickly blocked him.
"What are you afraid of? Who dares to cause trouble for Lin Sang?" Miura Saburo said with a glare.
"Your Excellency, General, what Lin is doing is a matter of friendship between China and Japan, but he is really afraid of being famous. Lin's family is still here, so we have to think about their safety." Lin Chuang explained.
"Yeah." Miura Saburo didn't insist anymore.
"Lin Sang, you can also sing Peking Opera? Why didn't I know?" Inukai Ken saw that Miura Saburo didn't say anything anymore and quickly changed the subject.
"Sir, advisor, you don't know that in China, from the dignitaries to the ordinary people, who can't hum a few lines of Peking Opera? How else would it be called the quintessence of the nation," Lin Chuang said.
"Really? Wu Sang, can you do it?" Quan Yangjian turned to ask Wu Sibao.
"Yes, of course I will, Taijun, I am very knowledgeable about painted faces." Wu Sibao puffed up his chest and said proudly.
"Bah! There is still research? It's just a few paragraphs." Li Shiqun spat, ruthlessly exposing his junior brother's background.
"Deputy Director Li, I'm really not bragging. If you don't believe me, I will sing a verse later and you can listen to it?" Wu Sibao said unconvinced.
"Hahaha... Wu Sang's image and temperament are very similar to Zhang Fei from the Three Kingdoms. Wu Sang, can you sing "Zhang Fei Comes Down the Mountain"?" Inu Yangjian asked with a smile.
"Taijun, the play you ordered is exactly what I am best at. To be honest, people in the world call me 'Huo Zhang Fei', and that means me." Wu Sibao said boldly.
"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.
"Yo Xi, I'll listen to your lively drama later. To be honest, I'm looking forward to it." Inu Yangjian said.
…
Yan Yuzhu first sang a piece of "My Name is Zhang Sheng" from "The Matchmaker".
This scene requires a lot of actors' singing skills and body movements.
It can be seen that Yan Yuzhu really has a lot of talent, and the title of "Little Bailing" is not for nothing.
Although she didn't dress up and only put on a pair of practice shoes, her voice lit up and her little steps made her appearance, which immediately made the whole house happy. When she finished singing in one breath, there were continuous cheers and applause.
"good!"
"Yoshi!"
Yan Yuzhu was very proud. She imitated the matchmaker's behavior and said, "Thank you, Taijun. Thank you, sirs."
After thanking him, he added: "Next, Boss Lin and I will sing two parts together. First, I will sing a part of "Sitting in the Palace", please enjoy it with the Taijun and all the officers."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to Lin Chuang and motioned for him to come over.
Just when Lin Chuang was about to "come on stage," Ai Wanyi walked over quickly and whispered: "Sir, the chickens are here, twenty white-striped chickens."
"Oh." Lin Chuang nodded and said he understood.
Just as Ai Wanyi was about to leave, Lin Chuang suddenly thought of something. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and called out to Ai Wanyi: "Slow down! I'll go take a look with you."
