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Before the troupe could react, Shao Yichen had already rushed out and scuffled Meng Wenru, looking so fierce that the troupe didn't even react.

When Xu Ze stepped forward to fight, everyone came back to their senses.

But Meng Wenru is not a person who suffers, although he doesn't know the reason, but he hits whenever he hits, who is afraid of whom?

As soon as the thought flashed through, Meng Wenru was punched in the nose, bleeding profusely.

Everyone who saw it felt numb.

"Shao Yichen! What are you doing?!"

This was the first time that Xu Ze called the son's name directly, Shao Yichen was taken aback, and continued to beat Meng Wenru.

The class leaders hurriedly separated the two. Meng Wenru always felt that the name was a bit familiar, and subconsciously said: "Shao? Who are you after you leave?"

"It's my father!" Shao Yichen's words frightened everyone.

Shao Yichen is Lord Hou's son? !

Why does Xu Ze still say that this is his son after following Xu Ze every day? !

There is nothing wrong with saying that, after all, Xu Ze was with Lord Hou before, and indeed had a relationship with the prince.

But who would have thought that the young man who followed Xu Ze all day was actually the prince? !

A son of a salt merchant, a son of the world.

The class leader wanted to cry, and the class leader seemed to see his dream of a prosperous opera garden shattered.

Xu Ze looked at the two of them and always felt that they were two brats.

"Does your hand hurt?" As an old father, of course he should care about his son first. Xu Ze took a few glances at Shao Yichen, knowing that he didn't suffer much, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The relief made Meng Wenruqi's nose crooked, and he said aggrievedly: "Little Matchmaker, my nose still hurts you, so you don't even come to see me."

The little matchmaker was played by Xu Ze, but Meng Wenru didn't expect Meng Wenru to shout that.

"My name is Xu Ze, not Little Matchmaker."

"Don't talk to him, pervert!" Shao Yichen said directly.

Originally, Meng Wenru wanted to defend himself, but suddenly he thought that Master Hou was Shao Yichen's father, and that was the one who robbed his father in front of others.

No wonder there was a fight.

It's him, and he fights too.

Meng Wenru's brain circuit was very strange, and he looked at Shao Yichen with admiration again, making him let go: "Don't worry, I have made friends with Shao Yichen as a friend. In the future, if you have anything to do, come to me. Your business is my business."

Meng Wenru put up the airs of an elder to talk to Shao Yichen, Shao Yichen was so angry that he punched again, what should I do?

He deserves to be an elder?

Fortunately, Xu Ze hugged Shao Yichen in time to prevent a bloody disaster.

The system is still sarcastic: "Look, the son's possessiveness towards the little daddy. He won't look at his father's person, someone else will take it away!"

Wait, there seems to be something wrong with this sentence?

Xu Ze didn't have time to think, he hugged Shao Yichen to comfort him, and said to Meng Wenru, "Young Master Meng, I won't sell myself. I will sing in Liyuan from now on. If you like, you can come and join us."

Judging by everyone's attitude, this is the father of the future sponsor, so of course he will hold it.

Xu Ze thought simply, but the head teacher burst into tears with excitement.

That's great, finally someone thinks of the theater troupe.

Meng Wenru also shouted that sentence excitedly just now, it really made him raise Xu Ze, and he didn't know what to do.

Let Xu Ze sing for him every day and every night?

If you don't sing until your voice is hoarse, you are not allowed to rest!

Meng Wenru waved his hand: "Forget it, I will come to the troupe often in the future. When will you have a big show?"

Big drama is their local term, that is, a drama with Xu Ze as the protagonist.

As soon as Xu Ze asked this, he immediately looked at the leader: "It all depends on the arrangement of the leader."

It’s good to play the leading role, you can earn a lot of money playing the leading role.

He wanted to eat Korean fried chicken, but it needed too many spices and he couldn't afford it.

The head teacher was moved again immediately.

That's great, he still has status in this troupe.

The class leader immediately said: "Rehearsal! Rehearse immediately! Half a month later, Xu Ze from Liyuan will be on stage again!"

It is indeed a bit nervous to line up a play for half a month, but the team leader believes in Xu Ze's strength!

And his theater troupe is full of old people, so it's very easy to line up!

Meng Wenru got a satisfactory answer, and threw a few ingots of silver casually: "Take care of it well! When the time comes, the Lord will come to support you."

Just as Shao Yichen was about to refuse, he saw Xu Ze happily take it over, wow, the patron's father is still offering a reward, this is too much face!

"My son, I'll buy you chicken legs later, and make fried chicken legs for you to eat!"

He wants to eat too!Ahhhhh, the tender and juicy Korean fried chicken is here!

Xu Ze smiled indifferently on the surface, and in the eyes of the crowd, he was almost in tears.

What kind of stepfather friendship is this, after earning money, buy food for the cheap son first.

Shao Yichen clenched his fingers, it seemed that his plan had to be advanced quickly.

From now on, Xu Ze will give whatever he wants.

The troupe talked about rehearsing, and soon they were practicing.

As for Xu Ze's fast integration, what he acts like.

In order to make him a blockbuster, the head of the class directly arranged for the big play "The Drunken Concubine", which is not easy to perform.

But everyone believed that Xu Ze was capable, and if he wanted to act, no one could match him!

Xu Ze looked at the auditorium and couldn't help but ask the class leader: "Squad leader, will the audience reward our people?"

"Naturally, I will throw money up at the curtain call." The class leader thought happily, Xu Ze is simply a gold ingot, and he will make a lot of money and flourish in the future, all thanks to him! ~

Xu Ze pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head: "Can we establish a reward system?"

Reward system? !Why do I know what each word means, but I am a little confused.

Xu Ze has already begun to explain: "Let's make a big sign next to the stage, write the names of the protagonist and the supporting role, and then everyone can give rewards at will, and whoever pays the most can leave behind the actor." The name. Of course, if someone outbids you, the name will be taken down."

Think about it, if you like a Huadan, tip her ten taels of silver.

In the past, you just gave a reward, and only a small number of people praised you as a rich man.

But it's different now, your name is very eye-catching, right next to the stage!

The names of the horns you are holding are all together.

You are happy.

But you are happy, suddenly a person comes, he offers 20 taels!Just change your name!

Are you convinced?

Isn't it just money? Keep tipping, so the master's name must be on the back of Jiao'er.

If you maintain the highest tip for the day, you will get a small portrait presented by the theater.

Xu Ze dried up the ink, and showed everyone a lifelike portrait of Huadan: "It's just this kind of portrait, and we can simply frame it. The cost is cheap and our intentions are enough."

This Huadan is the image of another girl in their theater troupe. The painting is too similar, with vivid eyes and graceful body.

Huadan Shu Xuejun couldn't help covering her face: "You draw really well too."

And the most important thing is that although the painting is beautiful, it doesn't have the slightest hint of sexuality, it only makes people appreciate the beauty purely.

It is so rare to be able to be elegant and not vulgar.

Shu Xuejun couldn't help blushing, what should I do, she wants to collect her own portrait!

The head teacher is overjoyed!

When Xu Ze started talking about the tipping system, he was counting the benefits, counting all kinds of things.

There are only benefits!No harm!

I believe that once this kind of tipping system comes out, their theater's income will increase a lot.

But only let the theater troupe make money, the actors definitely don't care.

The troupe leader pondered for a while, and said, "The troupe will share half of the rewards received every day, and you will get half. But you are not allowed to find someone to give you rewards in private. The atmosphere of our troupe must be correct."

Oh my god, Xu Ze showed appreciation, this class leader is too good, he just mentioned it.

He even thought of the sharing system.

As long as there is a share, as long as the actors want to get rewards, they will definitely perform hard!

It's just a virtuous cycle.

Everyone works hard, that is, everyone makes progress.

The troupe has a larger audience.

The more viewers, the more rewards, everyone will work harder!

Talk to smart people to save trouble.

Shao Yichen was always behind Xu Ze, listening to Xu Ze's talk in disbelief, so confident and indifferent, as if he knew everything he said, and when he was praised, he would show an embarrassed smile, evading that he didn't So powerful.

Such a person was kept in a small courtyard for two years, Shao Yichen's lips were dry, how could his father have the heart to let such a shining person hide in that kind of place.

Those who don't know how to cherish are lucky.

To make Xu Ze like him so much.

Shao Yichen suddenly felt jealous of his dead father.

What's so good about you that you can be liked by such a beautiful person.

Not to mention that Shao Yichen thought so, everyone in the troupe felt that Xu Ze was affectionate and righteous.

Everyone knows what happened in Hou Ye's Mansion, and also knows that this prince has conflicts with the current head of Hou Ye's Mansion.

Under such circumstances, Xu Ze took Shao Yichen over to take care of him carefully.

It must be the love of Lord Hou.

That's why he was so devoted to his son.

Touched, how can there be such a good person as Xu Ze in the world.

Xu Ze didn't know what everyone was thinking, so he tried his best to get out of the troupe.

He wants to buy chicken legs!Fried chicken legs!

Seeing Xu Ze's white fingers caressing the silver, Shao Yichen felt a little sad. Whenever a few taels of silver could make him so happy.

People like Xu Ze shouldn't be bothered by the stink of money.

"Look, this chicken leg must be delicious. What else do you want to eat besides chicken leg?" Xu Ze looked at Shao Yichen with bright eyes, as if he cared about the feelings of the person in front of him.

Shao Yichen blushed a little: "Anything is fine."

"Hey, isn't this the prince of Lord Hou? How can you stand in front of such a dirty stall, can't you afford meat?"

A sharp voice came from behind.

Xu Ze frowned and looked over, and saw that the man was fifteen or sixteen years old, extremely fat, dressed in silk and satin, wrapping himself like a ball.

It's so funny.

Sure enough, the ball mouth can't spit out ivory.

"What about you? Do meatballs also eat meat?" Xu Ze asked earnestly, making it impossible to see whether he was mocking or asking sincerely.

But the people around were instantly amused.

Looking at it again, wow, it really is a meat ball!

Xu Ze was amazed: "A round ball like yours is really rare. Let's call it a jerk for short!"