The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

With the ambition of using Western medicine to treat ordinary people, Qi Xiuji chose the clinic by the wharf in Hankou, where many boatmen and their families live, and it is the most densely populated place in Hankou.

However, from the time he returned to the clinic yesterday until it closed at night, no one came in for consultation. No matter what Qi Xiu's disease guarantees, the nearby residents were unwilling to seek medical treatment from him.

Qi Xiuji, who was frustrated when he just opened his business, thought about it all night and couldn't come up with a good solution. He suddenly remembered that Xie Yan, whom he met in the medical clinic during the day, was a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he got up early and took the tram to Furong Street. , and ask him if he has any suggestions.

After listening to Qi Xiuji's explanation, Xie Yan thought for a while, but asked another question first.

"Brother Qi opened a clinic at the wharf, and treated the people there at a low price. Not only did he not earn any money, but he also paid a lot of money for the medicine. When more people see the doctor in the future, I don't know how much money Brother Qi will be able to spend in the long run. That much money?"

In this year, Huaxia did not have its own large-scale western medicine factory, and all the medicines used in western medicine had to be imported from abroad, so the western medicine clinics were all concentrated in the foreign concessions, and the prices were very high.

"I've thought about this too, but I can't tell Brother Xie the solution yet. I can only say that we Chinese people will never be unable to afford western medicine forever."

Xie Yan looked at Qi Xiuji's serious gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't continue to ask.

"The people of Hankou are not yet fully enlightened, and because of the long-term oppression, they have a deep-rooted rejection and fear of foreigners. It is normal for everyone not to accept life related to medicine for a while." Xie Yan comforted Qi Xiuji.

"Brother Qi is doing something that benefits the country and the people. As long as we persevere, everyone will know the effectiveness of Western medicine. If I think of a good method, I will tell Brother Qi right away."

"Then I'll trouble Brother Xie." Qi Xiuji didn't expect Xie Yan alone to solve the problem. say what.

The three of them quickly finished their refreshments and chatted a few more words before Qi Xiuji took his leave and left.

He still has to go to the clinic today, just as Xie Yan said just now, as long as what he does is right, just keep doing it, he doesn't believe that he can't wait for a patient!

Xie Yan watched Qi Xiuji leave in a hurry, feeling a little moved in his heart.

In his previous life, he had seen countless people and met many different kinds of people, so he could see Qi Xiuji's personality problems at a glance, he was innocent and persistent, and also somewhat idealistic.

But looking at the long modern history of China, it is not because of the "untimely" innocence of these people, because they put aside their own attachments, sacrificed their young and enthusiastic lives, and pushed the ancient and dilapidated carriage of modern China out of the mud and toward Is it the future?

Xie Yan took a deep breath, and his heart was extremely agitated. When he came to this era, his first reaction was to settle down, let history develop along its original track, and eventually develop into modern society.

But now, he suddenly felt that he should do more.

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"Why is Xiao Xie standing at the door?" Shopkeeper Liu came a little late today, and seeing Xie Yan from a distance was a little puzzled.

"I just saw off a customer." Xie Yan regained consciousness, turned around and let shopkeeper Liu in, "Good morning, shopkeeper."

"There are customers so early?" Shopkeeper Liu said as he looked around the teahouse, saw that Li Quan was already cleaning the table, nodded in satisfaction, and asked again, "Where is the person on Wednesday, he asked for leave yesterday and should be here early today."

"Brother Zhou is also here. After arranging work for us, he went to the back hall. He should be eating right now." Xie Yan concealed part of the facts and told the truth.

He has never been a good person and has no holy father's disease. He believes that if people do not offend me, I will not offend others. If people offend me, I will make them regret.

In the previous life, from colleagues to partners to opponents, no one knew that Lawyer Xie, who seemed very reasonable, was actually a big devil. If anyone messed with him, he would have to worry about it for the next week.

If those people knew that they dared to bully Xie Yan so blatantly on Wednesday, they probably couldn't help but order him a cool song and wish him a good journey.

"What work do you have on Wednesday?"

"Brother Zhou asked me to wipe the floor tiles. I went to receive guests when the guests came just now, so I only had time to wipe a few tiles at the door."

Shopkeeper Liu frowned after hearing Xie Yan's words, and looked down at the floor tiles with obvious shoe prints under his feet, he had already figured out everything.

"Don't wipe the floor tiles, go and help Li Quan see if there is any work to do."

"Okay." Xie Yan smiled and didn't ask further.

After shopkeeper Liu settled Xie Yan, he looked at the middle-aged man who was following behind him, showing embarrassment, "Mr. Shun, it's not that I have to make things difficult for you, but you know, these booksellers are really..."

He left something unsaid, and he couldn't bear to say the whole thing.

The man he called Mr. Shun had a big face, a happy face, a gray coat, and a cloth bag in his hand. His demeanor reminded Xie Yan of those storytellers and cross talk artists in the local folk art theater when he was a child.

"Shopkeeper Liu, I don't want to talk too much, I'm the one who troubled you." Mr. Nashun cupped his hands when he heard the words, "You are a businessman, so naturally you have to take care of the teahouse. It's me, Wang Qishun, who is not up to the task. I can't blame you or all the readers. seat."

"Mr. Shun, there is absolutely no problem with your storytelling ability, otherwise I would not have promised the old man to let you continue. It's just that everyone is used to listening to the old man before. It's really..."

"The benevolence and righteousness of the shopkeeper, I know what the book said these days. You don't have to excuse Wang, just follow the rules." Mr. Shun waved his hand.

"How about that." Mr. Shun accepted, but shopkeeper Liu couldn't bear it, "You and Xiao Wenliu, who sings ditty songs, change shifts, and you can talk at noon and leave it to Xiaowenliu in the afternoon?"

In the period of the Republic of China, apart from drinking tea and chatting, the teahouses were also places for listening to books and music. Artists who put on the floor and performed their skills would be invited to have a "regular job" in the teahouse.

Yunlai Tea House originally invited two entertainers, one Xiao Wenliu who sang ditties, and the other Wang Luozi who told stories.Among them, the old Mr. Wang Luozi wrote an excellent book about the Three Kingdoms, and he was well-known in Hankou. At the beginning, shopkeeper Liu paid a lot of money to invite him, and he talked from afternoon to night as soon as he talked.

It's a pity that Mr. Wang Luozi is getting old, and he can't get up these days, and he can't continue to tell stories, so he recommended his nephew Mr. Shun, who came from Shanghai some time ago, to shopkeeper Liu, instead of telling stories in the teahouse, he also got a share constantly.

Mr. Jianshun, the shopkeeper of Liu, has been talking for many years, and his skills are not bad. In addition to Wang Luozi's face, he agreed to replace the position with the same salary.

It's a pity that those who listen to books are used to listening to Wang Luozi's Three Kingdoms, and now Mr. Shangshun continued to say that it didn't sound right, and he was dissatisfied with the shopkeeper Liu several times to respond, and the business of the teahouse was also weakened. .

Shopkeeper Liu was helpless, and thinking about Wang Luozi's face, he had no choice but to negotiate with Mr. Shun to change the storytelling time to reduce the loss.

However, after hearing this, Mr. Shun fell silent.

Those who are in their business talk about the morals of the rivers and lakes, and they need to save face. Mr. Shun was not bad when he was in Shanghai. Mr. Shun felt really uncomfortable for relying on his uncle's face to earn a living.

Xie Yan looked at the expressions of the two of them from the side, and had already speculated about these things.

storytelling?In the period of the Republic of China when there were no mobile phones and TVs, and even sending telegrams was extremely expensive, storytelling seemed to be the most convenient and extensive form of entertainment to convey ideas and messages...

Xie Yan looked at Mr. Shun with a dejected expression in front of him, and remembered what Qi Xiuji said before, and suddenly his heart moved.

"Shopkeeper, I don't think it's Mr. Shun's problem that the book doesn't sell well, nor is it the book sellers' problem, but that there is something wrong with the book." Xie Yan made up his mind, raised his head and opened his mouth.

In modern times, many TV dramas have changed their actors in the second part. No matter how good the acting is, the audience can hardly accept it. People always have preconceptions, and the same is true for listening to books.

Wang Luozi's The Three Kingdoms is his special skill, and the readers who come to the teahouse to listen to the book have long been accustomed to his Three Kingdoms, let alone Mr. Shun, even if the most popular gentleman in Beijing is invited to talk about the same book, they will not see him. It's a good deal.

There is a lingo "Quyi that is not tired of listening to books and operas", which means that when listening to books, you must listen to new stories that you have never heard before to be interesting enough; No matter how you listen to it, you will never get tired of it.

Mr. Shun has just arrived, and then he continued to talk about the Three Kingdoms after Wang Luozi, who had already been familiar with him in the Yunlai Teahouse, was really too unflattering.

"I originally thought about whether to start a new book, but Uncle's Three Kingdoms has not been finished before. If there is no such strange book that everyone has never heard of, it is better to continue." Mr. Shun heard Xie Yan's meaning , shook his head.

Didn't he know that he continued to talk about the various shortcomings of the Three Kingdoms, but Hankou is a theater port, and there are always others who can do what he knows, and he can't get fresh ones, so he has to drive ducks to the shelves.

"Xiao Xie, you are from the capital, have you heard any novel books to tell Mr. Shun?" Shopkeeper Liu saw Xie Yan's confident look, and asked in his heart.

"I haven't heard of any novel books, but I have a novel story. Maybe Mr. Shun can use it to change it." Xie Yan said with a smile, "It's a story about a foreigner."

Stories about foreigners?Mr. Shun frowned upon hearing this, "It's not that I didn't hear stories about foreigners when I was in Shanghai, such as Saintess and Shakespeare, but those things are too awkward to understand, and no one wants to hear them."

"Mr. Shun, my story is no better than those foreign masterpieces." Xie Yan shook his head and laughed, "Although it is a story of foreigners, it happened in China. It is a story of foreigners and Hankou people."

The story of foreigners and Hankou people?Can it be made into a book?Mr. Shun and shopkeeper Liu were taken aback when they heard the words, they were all puzzled and then looked forward to it.