Chapter 79 New play Lu Qin chuckled, "You are not a celebrity now.
You haven't appeared for more than half a year.
How can anyone talk about you?
Now the focus of people's talk in Nandu City is pheasant and banana peels.
There are still roadside tea shops hundreds of miles away from the city.
Talking about them."
"Wow, they are so famous."
Ye Kong asked sourly, "Aren't Pheasant and the others handsome?"
"Yes."
The two girls giggled together, and then laughed again, "But the eighth young master of the Ye family is more handsome."
"That's pretty much it."
Ye Kong was very satisfied.
He was about to ask Xiao Hong to speed up his movements, but suddenly he heard a swallowing sound in his mind.
"It's hard to forget that there is such a person."
Ye Kong yelled in his heart, quickly pulled his pants, and cursed at Huangquan Ancestor, "Hey, old ghost, have you seen enough?"
"Tch, what's so good about me?
You think I'm Master Rabbit, not Xiaohong, look at you, I'm so small," Huang Quan's ancestor scolded with disdain.
"Boss, I'm older than you."
Ye Kong's movement made Xiao Hong feel a little strange, and it was so sudden that even Lu Qin noticed it.
"Brother Ye Kong, what are you doing?
Sister Xiaohong, why are you still kneeling?"
Lu Qin blinked.
"No, no, it's okay, I just pinched him."
Xiao Hong quickly stood up with a red face.
"Then your face is so red" "When I pinch him, he kicks me.
We are just having fun."
Xiao Hong explained in an inarticulate manner while wiping her face with the back of her hand.
"I'll make you blush when I kick you."
Lu Qin thought hard and couldn't figure out why.
She was still very naive.
How could she have imagined that Ye Kong didn't kick with his ordinary legs, but with his third leg.
It was left to Xiao Hong to deal with Lu Qin, while Ye Kong was busy dealing with a certain ancestor-level gangster.
"Hey, Ancestor, please don't look around quietly next time, okay?
Respecting other people's privacy is a basic requirement for human beings.
Do you know that being spied on for a long time will make me violent?
psychology" "It's not that serious.
You're just a violent maniac."
Ancestor Huangquan also knew that he was wrong.
He was no longer so confident and muttered, "Let's see if there's any problem.
Okay, I'm wrong."
"That's pretty much it.
Remember to remind me of this kind of situation in the future."
"Ancestor, I also miss women.
You know, Ancestor, I haven't touched a woman for a hundred thousand years.
How long is a hundred thousand years?
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You know, boy?"
Ye Kong said angrily, "Why are you still saying such things?
Half a year ago, Second Madam, didn't you touch enough to pay for a hundred thousand years?"
"I'm used to it."
Huang Quan blushed and changed the subject: "What show did you just talk about that was so good?
I want to watch it too, preferably a show without clothes.
A man and a woman do that without clothes." , haha, and then make it into a play for everyone to watch.”
Ye Kong fainted, "Ancestor, you are also a talented person, you can even think of me."
During lunch, Ye Kong asked Chen Jiuniang to go to the theater with her, but Chen Jiuniang was unwilling to go out because of her face.
She would not go even if she was asked to wear a black veil.
Ye Kong knew that Chen Jiuniang's problem was not just a scar problem, but also a psychological problem.
Staying at home for a long time without seeing anyone made her afraid of going out and meeting strangers.
"Forget it, mother, you can rest at home."
Ye Kong's desire to find medicine for Chen Jiuniang became even stronger.
If he wanted to solve Chen Jiuniang's problems, he could only cure her face so that she would have no scars.
When I walked out of Ye Mansion naturally, I no longer had any psychological barriers and dared to deal with strangers.
In the afternoon, at the entrance of Zangchun Tower.
The weather was cold, but it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the audience.
There was a long queue in front of the ticket window.
It cost 50 yuan to watch a show.
Although it was not cheap, most citizens in Nandu City could still afford it.
There are two types of tickets.
The 50-cent ticket is an ordinary ticket.
Each person sits in the back row, with a big chair and a cup of fragrant tea next to the chair.
There is also a slightly more expensive ticket, which is the front row, where there are small round tables.
There are four seats on the table, each seat costs two taels of silver, and some simple drinks and snacks are provided.
The front row is close, you can see clearly, and the seats are spacious, so people with a little money rush to buy front row seats.
As for those who come with relatives and friends, there are several tables in one package.
In this way, it is inevitable that the place is tight and it is difficult to get a ticket.
At the ticket counter, there is an old man who is annoyed.
He has heard about the recent popularity of the show.
Today he wants to come to see what is going on.
He came without lunch.
Who is it?
When he reached the queue, the front row was gone.
It's not that he wants to be comfortable, the key is that his hearing is not very good as he gets older, and he is worried that he can't hear clearly when he is far away.
"Old sir, the back row is pretty good, fifty cents," the ticket boy said.
Come on, now that you’re here, you can’t go back empty-handed.
Just when the old man was about to pay, there was a young man next to him.
He pulled the old man’s arm and said, “Hey, you look like a person with status.
You can sit with those mud-legged people.”
Together."
The old man said displeased, "Farming is the foundation of the country, and it is the premise of stability.
How can you despise farmers so much?
Without them growing grain and making rice, you wouldn't even have enough to eat.
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How could you still be standing here?
Don't say you are rich.
In the wilderness, Nian, can you use money as food?"
The few at the back were really from nearby villages.
When they heard the old man speaking for them, they immediately glared at the young man.
The young man was actually just a scalper, but he didn't expect that he would be put on the line for just saying it casually.
He knew that he was an old scholar who couldn't joke.
He smiled bitterly, took out two front-seat tickets, and said, "Don't be angry, old gentleman.
I'm the one selling the tickets.
I bought them in the morning.
I had something to do in the afternoon and didn't have time to read them.
I'll pass them on to you for three taels of silver per seat." " The old gentleman didn't go to the theater often, so he didn't know that scalpers existed.
Although the other party added a few cents of silver, he didn't mind.
He took out his silver and bought a ticket to enter the theater.
"Just one ticket."
The scalper was a little depressed, and it seemed that he would continue to sell.
The scalper industry can be said to be hugely profitable.
If you sell a few tickets in a day, you can get a few taels of silver, which is worth the work of many people for several months.
This ticket was still very popular.
After a while, another hurried government servant came over and bought the remaining ticket.
He still wanted it, but it was gone.
"Boss Feng, I can't believe it's still so popular after half a year."
Standing not far away, in front of the small door leading to the second floor of Zangchun Building, the Lu brothers wearing short fur coats and Feng Siniang wearing white fox fur were waiting and chatting casually.
"Yes, now the income of the theater, my share alone exceeds the income of those girls."
Feng Siniang also beamed with joy as she looked at the audience queuing up.
She was not very happy when Brotherhood of Dragons and Tigers was first staged in Zangchun Tower.
If it wasn't for the sake of the Eighth Young Master, she wouldn't have agreed to let all the people from all walks of life squeeze into Zangchun Tower.
After all, she was a high-end hotel. place.
But who would have thought that this thing would become an instant hit, and the business would be booming.
The ticket revenue alone would be a huge sum, plus the audience's consumption of drinks and snacks, she and the Longhu Gang would make a lot of money.
The girls in Zangchun Tower are also very happy.
The audience flow has increased, and their business has also improved.
Especially in the play, there are still many female supporting roles.
As long as they appear on the stage and play a circle, they will be regarded as small stars, and their net worth will double.
Those with money will The audience is also willing to spend a few more to have a taste.
Everyone made money and everyone was happy.
Everyone knew that this was the Eighth Young Master's idea.
After making money, they all thought of the Eighth Young Master.
So today they heard that the Eighth Young Master was coming, and the brothers from the Longhu Gang lined up outside the building to greet him.
"If it weren't for the Eighth Young Master, we wouldn't be where we are today," Lu Jun suddenly said with emotion.
He also felt that he was very lucky.
If he hadn't strengthened his belief and went to report the news in the rain, how would he have been able to live a good life in front of him?
"Yes, the eighth young master is really a dragon among men.
A small idea can make our Longhu Gang rich and successful.
I will only obey him in my life."
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Lu Yi admired Ye Kong more.
The Eighth Young Master has an idea to have thousands of troops.
God, there are so many hooligans and gangs in Cangnan Continent, but who would have thought of acting to promote himself?
The Eighth Young Master said, this is called image project, gang culture.
"I don't know why the Eighth Young Master has so many evil ideas, haha."
Feng Siniang covered her mouth and smiled, the charm of a mature woman making people's hearts flutter.
At this time, another gust of wind came, blowing the corners of Feng Siniang's white fox cloak like waves.
She tightened the long white fur cloak because the inner part was very tight and thin, so the cold resistance effect was relatively poor. , why does she wear such tight clothes to highlight her plump and soft peaks?
It's not because of the Eighth Young Master.
Feng Siniang was reluctant to admit this.
The eighth young master was only fifteen years old, and she was twice as old as him.
If she married young, it would be normal for her child to be so old.
But why is it that such a little boy can make himself feel as excited as Shisui?
But looking at the Lu brothers waiting next to them, I felt relieved.
These two brothers were only a few years younger than me, but they also admired the eighth young master to the core.
They even admired him more than themselves.
They were determined to die. , as if Ye Kong is a god.
So many men who are older than him admire him so much.
As a woman, it is not impossible for me to admire him.
Feng Siniang suddenly remembered that that day under the moon, when she knelt in front of him, his mighty general was right next to her.
In front of you, so close, so majestic, you can feel the raging heat emanating from it.
If you touch it lightly with your slender fingers, you can feel it beating, and your heart will speed up a bit.
"The Eighth Young Master is here."
Suddenly someone shouted, interrupting Feng Siniang's distracting thoughts.
She raised her head and saw three small sedans approaching
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