[Comprehensive] I am broadcasting live in poisonous

The cabin on the lowest floor of the Titanic has to go down through an elevator. Yelu is still on his brows. Jack leads the way to the location of the elevator. In this place, there are special crew members who are responsible for those who do not know how to use the elevator. guide.

The crew bowed and saluted, and opened the iron door: "Hello, where are you two going? The opera hall or the top-floor cafe?"

"Although it's all art, if you ask me to go to the opera, I will definitely fall asleep." Jack said to Jian Yue with a smile. He looked at the elevator and said casually: "Go down to the third floor."

The crew looked at him in surprise, "Sir, the lower class is not the place for you to go."

Jack's happy mood was not disturbed. He even frowned and made a joke with a smile: "But we received an invitation to the dance here, Miss Fairy from the third class..."

"When did this happen?" The crew's reaction was beyond Jack's expectations. He said cautiously and solemnly: "There is no so-called dance party in the third-class cabin. If someone really sends an invitation to the two with such a signature, either It's a prank, or it's someone's conspiracy, just in case, please tell me the whole story, I will contact the police to investigate and arrest immediately."

Jack froze for a moment, "Investigate and arrest? No arrest warrant required?"

Crew: "Of course not, just use your words, how many days to detain is negotiable."

This is the first time that the class privileges of the upper class will be displayed in front of him so openly. Unlike in the original book, Jack was arbitrarily accused of crimes by Karl, but now he is the one who can use such privileges.

"simple……"

Jian Yue turned her head and saw Jack frowning. Under the projection of the light, the outline of his delicate face cast deep shadows, which made the blond boy look quite soft and pure.

"It's just an invitation to a ball. The inferior people seem to be a scourge in your eyes? It's our freedom to go where we want to go. You have too much control, Mr. Crew."

The crew gaped.

Jian Yue smiled. He thought of how this big boy who looked easy to be bullied showed great courage and amazing courage after the Titanic hit the iceberg.

Some people are strong for a moment and for a lifetime.

Not so harmless at all.

Jian Yue's eyes seemed to be showing tender love.

Jack blinked, turned his head nonchalantly, looked at the crew, pursed his lips, and grinned, "We're just going to the lower three floors for fun, you don't want us to complain about your service, do you?"

The crew hurriedly pressed the button, and said with a smile: "You two want to play, so go and have fun, but you must pay attention to safety, and remember not to reveal your wealth. If you encounter thieves, you must come to me..."

Jian Yue glanced at him, and casually threw the ten-pence tip into the cloth bag next to him.

This is high society, the universal ticket, and the rule.

Of course the crew saw it, and they continued to talk about the third-class cabin, but his knowledge was biased and exaggerated, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"You're too noisy." Jack folded his hands on his chest, tilted his head, and said seriously with blue eyes: "I want to listen carefully to the next song."

The crew shut their mouths in embarrassment.

Jian Yue couldn't help laughing, the little angel looked like a rich man, but it was a little bit crazy.

As the elevator gradually descended, there was loud laughter from the iron fence, the sound of wine glasses colliding, the sound of dancers stepping on the ground when they jumped, and the sound of the dancers stepping on the ground, all of which did not constitute a movement at all, but unexpectedly seemed like a large-scale The sound of a symphony orchestra playing.

There were violins, cellos, clarinets, accordions, harmonicas, and old grandpa's whistling.

This sound is really—

Jack walked quickly to the bottom of the steps, stretched out his arms, and made a look of enjoyment as if he was flying. Immediately, he turned around, bent over, with one hand behind and the other forward, and he announced brightly: "Jane, welcome to the next floor." Waiting for people's world, may I have the honor to ask you to dance?"

Jian Yue just walked up to the steps and stood at the top. For a moment, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and then smiled, "Waltz, or tango?"

There was enthusiastic applause behind him, the girls laughed loudly, and the boys whistled frequently.

Jack also put his hand in his mouth and whistled, and he laughed, "Here, we only jump and tap!"

This is a carnival world for ordinary people. It is a stage for those who are really happy, singing loudly and laughing happily.

There are no suits and leather shoes here, the boys are wearing cheap jackets, and the girls are wrapped in their own floral skirts, laughing and cursing, huddled together, and playing together.

Here, a baker walks by with a big plate smiling, and there, a juggler sets up a simple table. There are people everywhere, and there are dance parties everywhere.

A group of boys and girls are running and shuttling among them, holding hands and dancing like 'driving a train'.

"Come on!"

Jack followed, turned around and waved at Jian Yue.

Jian Yue followed without haste, choosing angles to project the social life of the lowest working people in this era for the audience in the live broadcast room.

They walked into the middle of the crowd.

There was a milk girl who lifted her skirt in one hand and held the last can of milk in the other. After walking a few steps, she greeted Jack with a flushed face and handed the can to him.

"Thank you." After drinking the milk, Jack held hands with her, jumped onto the table, and tap danced with the other couples of boys and girls.

Jian Yue stood below and looked at it for a while with a smile on his face. Although Jack meant to pull him up together, he didn't intend to go too far here, no matter the age or skin color...

Besides, he still wanted to find some Orientals here.

——Speaking of this, the yelling over there sounds a lot like Cantonese.

Seeing Jack's devotion to playing, Jian Yue turned around silently, changed direction, and approached the crowd circle over there. Among the many foreigners with high nose bridges and messy hair, the group of yellow-skinned and black-haired motherlanders really It makes people feel more cordial.

[There are really people from the mother country! ]

[When the fellow sees the fellow, his eyes are full of tears. ]

[I bet a hundred Jinjiang coins, they must be from Hong Kong. ]

[Ha, it’s a broken boulder in the chest, I want to bet too, I bet on Guangzhou! ]

[Stupid child, haven't you read the original work before reading it?The Chinese on the Titanic are only from Hong Kong. If you lose, you are willing to bet and admit defeat. Give Jinjiang coins. ]

[......]

These Hong Kong people still wear the long braids of the Qing Dynasty, but there are only two males, and the other three are old and weak women and children. According to the records, there should be a total of eight Chinese. Those who are not here are estimated to be Boilerman on this ship.

If they hit an iceberg and seep seawater, they might be among the first to die.

"what is this?"

At some point, Jack came over and stared wide-eyed, watching the older Chinese man smash the stone hammer on his partner's chest, even though there was still a stone on the chest.

Jian Yue turned around and smiled: "...according to your understanding, it should be considered a trick."

"Those who have money will hold a money field, and those who have no money will hold a personal field." The older man held a stone hammer, clasped his fists at the crowd, and became angry at his dantian, and shouted: "Next, my brother and I will fight for everyone." Let's perform, the scene of Yang Erlang rescuing his mother, let everyone have a good time!"

After finishing speaking, the person who was lying on the bench turned over and jumped up, and a series of gongs and drums shook the sky.

The old and weak women and children next to them are helping them play music.

Playing these two people, they look like working people, their hands are covered with calluses, and their complexions are also looking old, but Jian Yue can tell that these two people are definitely not adults, and the oldest is probably only 17 years old.

No wonder they haven't started work yet. In the traditional oriental family concept, these two people are the future blood lineage and should be taken care of.

"What what? Save the mother? Raise? Sheep?" Jack didn't understand at all, he watched the two people on the stage crossing the stage, scratched his face in confusion, then looked at Jian Yue, and muttered to himself.

Even within a single nation, the differences are too great.

Whether it's appearance, temperament, or demeanor...

Jian Yue said: "Yang Jian saved his mother, it's too noisy here, I'll tell you this story later."

Jack nodded, "Aren't you going to hire a chef from your hometown? Do you see these? Do you want to go and ask the lady?" He pointed to the oldest one.

But Jian Yue pulled him up and walked straight to the other one.

"Hello."

The Chinese words are correct and round.

Jack pricked up his ears, pouted his lips, and imitated it, "Mud... okay?"

Mrs. Li, who was playing the erhu, shrank back and didn't make a sound. In fact, their family had seen Jian Yue, who was extremely conspicuous among a group of foreigners, but no one dared to strike up a conversation first.

"Hello, ma'am, my surname is Jian, and I'm from the Qinchuan area." Jian Yue switched to English.

He thought that women at this time didn't talk much to outsiders.

"Are you from Shaanxi?" But Li's daughter responded lively and cheerfully. She tapped the bamboo slips and looked at Jian Yue and Jack curiously. "You don't have to tell my mother, she doesn't understand English."

"That's your mother?" Jack blurted out, "but she looks... very small."

He thought she was underage, and the little girl in front of him was even smaller in his imagination.

The daughter of the Li family smiled, "Of course, my mother looks good, and we Asians are much younger than you Westerners."

Hearing this, Jack couldn't help but ask, "How old are you?"

"I am sixteen this year."

"..." He thought the other party was only eight or nine years old.

It turns out that the East is such a magical existence.

Perhaps it is also true that there is gold everywhere, and immortal immortals?