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"Let me ask a question." Fang Funong felt that he had to say something, because if he didn't speak, he would think that the person sitting beside him was a rock.

Looking ahead, Zhan Yifei simply replied: "Yes."

Fang Funong smiled: "I haven't asked yet."

"You must ask, is it because I killed his wife that I turned a blind eye to what Zhao Honglei did?" After a pause, Zhan Yifei shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly, "Yes Ah, I was hit to death, my brains splashed all over the floor, and half of my body was crushed into mud." He paused and added, "If he wants to make money, he will make it. I have plenty of money. I killed one or two. It's worth it."

"I'm not asking this. What's the point of asking about such a small matter? It is written in the "Mahayana Chapter" that 'to eliminate all afflictions, and to eliminate life and death, it is called extinction. Freed from all troubles." Holding the steering wheel, Fang Funong glanced at Zhan Yifei, shook his head, and smiled, "Thousands of people die in car accidents every day in this world, killing one, saving one, it's a merit Infinite, Amitabha."

"You are disregarding human life and making unreasonable words."

Who was there to pretend to be stupefied just now, and now speaks righteously?Fang Funong laughed secretly, but his face remained serious, "Even if you don't understand this matter from a Buddhist perspective, Zhao Honglei should thank you."

Zhan Yifei frowned: "What do you mean?"

Fang Funong didn't answer, but instead asked, "I just wanted to ask you, do you want to go to the theater?"

The front of the car was turned 180 degrees, and the two men went to a private teahouse-style theater that mainly performed Peking Opera performances.Zhan Yifei likes Beijing opera, but he has never been in a theater. Once he stepped into the gate of the theater, all the unhappiness he got from Zhao Honglei disappeared. Everything he saw was fresh, he liked everything, and everything he saw was bright and bright.

The theater covers a large area. The performance hall is set in a pavilion with ancient charm. The roof is covered with yellow and purple glazed tiles. The ferocious kiss beast, at first glance, makes people think that they are in the antique Beijing, not the modern and fashionable Shanghai.The plaque is decorated with the pattern of a phoenix wearing a peony, and four big characters gilded on a red background: Xiangyun Theater.

Zhan Yifei thought the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember where he heard it.

Walking inside, I found that spring came early in this place, and the flowers were in full bloom. There was only one gravel road hidden among the flowers, which zigzagged and led to the main hall.There are simple and simple decorative signs erected beside the gravel road, which introduce a brief history of Chinese Peking Opera and the lives of some famous Peking Opera masters.Zhan Yifei frowned, carefully read every single word, and at the end of a long winding road, he was still unconscious.The entrance hall with the big red doorpost was in front of him, he looked up dreamily, then shook his head suddenly, turned around and walked the gravel road again.

Just when Zhan Yifei was excited, a young man in white clothes and trousers accompanied his friend out of the main hall. He raised his eyes and saw Fang Funong, and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

He called him, Mr. Fang.

Coming to Zhan Yifei, he handed out his business card, intending to introduce himself.

Without reaching out to pick it up, Zhan Yifei rolled his eyes and snorted softly, with a defiant look on his face.It seems that he thinks the other party has disturbed his elegance.

The young man withdrew his hand back resentfully, Fang Fu smoothed things over with a smile, and acted as their introducer: This is Xiao Song, who can be regarded as the person in charge of this Xiangyun Theater.

This young man looks gentle and handsome, and he and Fang Funong seem to have a good friendship, Zhan Yifei's face is expressionless, and his tone is inexplicably sour, "I have made friends from all over the world, Boss Fang really knows a lot of people."

"By chance." Fang Funong looked at the other party with a smile, "This kid came to ask me for sponsorship, but I poured tea all over him and kicked him out."

"At that time, Mr. Fang asked me why I asked him for sponsorship. I just answered that it was to promote the quintessence of Chinese art. As soon as he raised his hand, he poured the tea on the table—" Xiao Song scratched his face embarrassingly , moved his wrist, "The tea is very hot, and my hands are foaming."

"My attitude is very clear. I don't sponsor, I only invest." Fang Funong didn't think there was anything wrong with his rude behavior. Yes, if not, don't come and waste my fucking time."

"You are so addicted to money." Zhan Yifei still had a blank face, and looked at his public relations man politely, "It's too vulgar to talk about money and returns every now and then."

Xiao Song walked diagonally ahead, leading the two men into the performance hall, and heard Fang Funong's disapproving laugh, "Boss Zhan is rich and powerful, of course it's not vulgar, but we are just ordinary people, we have to work hard to survive."

Xiao Song inherited this place from his grandfather. His original intention was to give those elderly fans a place to listen to operas, but the meager income from selling theater tickets was not enough to support such a large theater, and gradually they were stretched beyond their means.Not wanting to lose the dream of his grandparents in his own hands, this boy in his early twenties thought hard for a long time, and finally came up with a solution - rent the Xiangyun Theater to a nearby company for annual meetings or events when there is no performance, and use it in the theater Airbrush advertisements or post posters for those companies at the door for publicity, so as to attract sponsorship.

Fang Funong's company is nearby.But he thinks it's no fun to advertise in front of a group of old men.

After thinking about it, Zhan Yifei asked again: "So what? Is it better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish?"

"It's not an exaggeration to say that I gave Mr. Fang at least ten investment return plans, and Mr. Fang only gave me one—" Xiao Song suddenly blushed and stopped talking.

"'If you let me fuck, I'll pay you.'" Fang Funong continued for the other party. In fact, he didn't really want to fuck this guy. He thought he was annoying and his ideas were worthless. Get out of trouble. "But don't be too happy, you're not worth that much."

"Later, I gave Mr. Fang No. 11 proposals, and he gave me 60 yuan and a direction." Xiao Song led them into the auditorium. There is also a crystal trophy.

Zhan Yifei just remembered, no wonder the name "Xiangyun Theater" is so familiar, he went to the Shanghai Art and Design Exhibition a few months ago, a set of home appliance designs inspired by Beijing opera facial makeup was the most eye-catching, and he also took a jackpot.The exhibitor is the "Xiangyun Theater", which has nothing to do with the design company.

Shouting "Boss Fang" one by one politely, Xiao Song continued: "At the prompt of President Fang, Xiangyun Theater will hold a themed event every half a month that matches the literati, such as antique appreciation, famous tea expo, Costumes, photography, etc., both for display and for sale. In addition, Mr. Fang also asked me to design with the theme of Chinese quintessence art, participate in exhibitions to sell ideas, and always meet companies with discerning eyes.”

Fang Funong smiled and said: "Zhengye Group released its financial statements a while ago, saying that selling movie tickets is a small profit, but selling popcorn can make a lot of money. But opera is not as good as the entertainment industry, and the tertiary industry can't make too much money." A lot, you sold your Peking Opera facial makeup idea to a Korean home appliance giant, and you probably made some money?"

It is strange to say that the Chinese people do not care about the quintessence of art, but the Koreans are flocking to it.This series of home appliance designs sold for a sky-high seven-figure price, and the entire theater was surprised and delighted. Xiao Song immediately took out a part, which was regarded as a bonus for Fang Funong.Boss Qian Fang didn't think much of this money, and said generously on the spot, even if I make additional investment, you can keep it for yourself.

Is this pool of stagnant water alive after all?Flowers bloom inside the walls and fragrance outside the walls. When Xiangyun Theater becomes famous, more fans will come to listen to the theater, not just limited to the elderly.He even cooperated with top domestic Peking Opera troupes several times, and even appeared on CCTV.

While walking and chatting, Xiao Song took the two men to the backstage dressing room after crossing the front stage.The dressing room was a bit messy, because there was a show coming up soon, and the actors were busy making up.Props and costumes were thrown everywhere, and no one cared about them. The prop table was covered with red silk and satin, with some Tsing Yi danjiao "heads" scattered on it, two embroidered women's capes, one crescent red embroidered with gold silk peonies, One plain with ruffled lace.

Fang Funong took off his coat by himself, put the crescent red cloak on his body, and fastened on the embroidered belt.He looked back at Zhan Yifei, he was clearly a handsome man with tall legs and long legs, but the way he rolled his eyes and smiled gracefully was not only not weird at all, but also attractive to death.

Eyebrows and face are a bit like Xun Xiaolou, but not the same.

Zhan Yifei couldn't help being startled, Xiao Song only thought he was frightened, and smiled and said: "Mr. Fang will also go on stage when he is free. Mr. Zhan should really come and see him. His appearance is gorgeous and not vulgar. It’s not beautiful, and it doesn’t lose at all to today’s pear garden giants.”

An old man who seems to be at least sixty years old is making up his face, the oil paint is embedded in the folds of his forehead and the corners of his eyes, and his face is even more radiant than that of a young boy for a while.Zhan Yifei stared at the old man intently for a while, then suddenly said, "I want to paint too."

Fang Funong also looked at him, and asked, what do you want to paint?

"Don't be 'handsome', draw a big painted face, Wu Chou's cracked face, or the eunuch's face with dark eye sockets and pointed brows, it's fine." Zhan Yifei looked excited, and sat in front of the mirror without saying a word, pointing his finger Looking at the dressing table, he urged the other party to come and fix his face.

Fang Fu Nong belongs to the kind of people who can fool the experts no matter what they do, even if they are playing tickets, but this kid's madness is unstoppable, so he turned his body away from the mirror, and really set the background for him. Rouge.

The actors in the dressing room gradually left, Fang Funong waved away Xiao Song, and there were only the two of them left in this place.

Holding Zhan Yifei's chin, Fang Funong applied that extremely bright lotus-colored rouge to the eye sockets and sides of the bridge of the nose, and then gently pushed it away, extending to the cheeks.He looked focused, his movements were gentle, and his fingers touched his cheek repeatedly.

A pair of star-like eyes stared straight at him.The sense of deja vu came over again.

"Shut up."

Zhan Yi closed his eyes obediently.

Fang Funong stopped, lowered his face, and pressed his lips to the other's ear.He said, I want to fuck you.