The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

Bai Luoqiu looked at Mr. Jin who was holding a lotus stick, and said after half a second of silence, "The posture is wrong, the monkey's hands and legs can't turn smoothly."

"..."

Old Mr. Jin was pointed out by Bai Luoqiu's words, so he couldn't bear it, he stood up straight, handed the stick to the servant next to him, pretended nothing happened, and straightened his clothes as if nothing happened.

"Ahem! Boss Bai's visit to the humble house really makes the place flourish."

Mr. Jin has become serious, but Bai Luoqiu still has problems.

"Elder Jin, what did you just say about my...superior martial arts?" Bai Luoqiu felt that the word "tearing foreigners with hands" was a bit hot.

"Boss Bai, stop pretending, everyone in Hankou knows how good you are!" Old Mr. Jin chuckled, "Isn't the assassination at Tiansheng Theater just an example? I think you don't make up a new play for the next play, just sing it directly." How good I am!"

"..." Bai Luoqiu's expression remained unchanged, "I'm still puzzled, please explain clearly."

"Oh? Could it be that the oral interview wasn't yours?"

"What interview?" Hearing the interview, Bai Luoqiu had a vague guess in his heart.

"Zhe Shi, go and get the extra booklet that comes with Wen Wei Po." Old Mr. Jin said to his servants while calling Bai Luoqiu into the room, "Let's take a seat in the main hall. What does it look like standing at the door?"

It sounds like you're holding a stick at the door to stop people at the door...

Naturally, Bai Luoqiu would not speak out what was going on in his heart, so he patted Luo Weizhu to signal him to pay attention to his emotions, and followed Mr. Jin.

Luo Weizhu was in a bad mood at first, but after being patted secretly by Bai Luoqiu, like a large dog being comforted, he became obedient in an instant, and walked together with Li Fu without saying a word.

Old Mr. Jin asked his servants to serve Bai Luoqiu the new tea, and soon Zheshi brought the promotional leaflet of Wen Wei Po.

"Boss Bai, please take a look. This is something printed by the show theater where you are about to start a play. You don't know. Could it be that someone is using your reputation to make trouble?"

Bai Luoqiu took the leaflet with a very novel layout design, read the autobiography that was said to be dictated by him at a glance, and put the things on the table in front of him silently, with a blank expression on his face.

"Boss Bai?" Mr. Jin looked at him curiously, "These things—"

"There's no need to delve into whether it's true or not." Bai Luoqiu interrupted him.

Bai Luoqiu could tell at a glance that this leaflet was written by Xie Yan, and looking at the whole of Hankou, he couldn't find another person with such novel ideas.

Bai Luoqiu remembered that Xie Yan had asked him to discuss the matter of publicity before, he was too busy doing silent dramas and didn't want to listen too much, and he believed in Xie Yan's ability, so he didn't want to restrict too much, and let him let go without violating the bottom line of morality For that.

In Bai Luoqiu's perception, the most publicity is to give some more money, let people of all levels and top schools pass on the news of the theater, and let him go to the public to meet with fanciers to create momentum. For the sake of the overall situation, Bai Luoqiu is willing to accept it.

But he never expected that the "propaganda" in Xie Yan's mouth was to promote him as a legend in a storyteller? !

In all fairness, although these stories written by Xie Yan are bizarre, they are all positive images, and they do not violate Bai Luoqiu's requirement of "not violating the bottom line of morality". Reason to blame Xie Yan.

but……

Luo Weizhu has been busy interrogating Li Tianwei for the past two days, and has been negligent about the news from the outside world. He still doesn't know about the promotional page. Seeing Bai Luoqiu's delicate expression, he wanted to take the promotional page over with some curiosity. Before reaching the place, Bai Luoqiu calmly slapped it off with one hand.

"..."

Luo Weizhu hurriedly stopped, a little amused in his heart, and decided to ask the adjutant to inquire about what was written on the paper, which could make Bai Luoqiu like this.

Although the movements of the two were not big, Mr. Jin was sitting next to him, so how could he not have noticed? He finally remembered the person brought by Bai Luoqiu who he had ignored just now. The chair jumped up.

"What is Luo Longsheng's brat doing at my house?!"

Bai Luoqiu did not expect Mr. Jin to recognize Luo Weizhu's identity at a glance. After thinking about the completely different appearance styles of the father and son, Bai Luoqiu was at a loss. Could it be that Mr. Jin really has something to do with Luo Xunxuan? Weird telepathy?

Doubts are doubts, the embarrassment in front of him is the problem to be solved. Bai Luoqiu has already heard about the grievances between Mr. Jin and Luo Longsheng, so he hurriedly stood up to stop Mr. Jin.

"Old Jin, he is not Luo Longsheng's son now, but the young master of Northwest who came to Hankou with the Dechun team to do business." Bai Luoqiu said in a low voice, "He is also a distinguished guest of Fang Xunxu."

Bai Luoqiu deliberately stressed the words Fang Xunyue. Although Mr. Jin didn't take part in the disputes much, he still had some understanding of the current situation. After hearing Bai Luoqiu's hint, he no longer grabbed Luo Weizhu's identity is not let go, but the anger in his heart has not disappeared.

"Speaking of which, Boss Bai, you were intercepted by Luo Longsheng on the way to Hankou this time, right? This reckless man hasn't made any progress in these years, he only arrests people and threatens to do things for him, hmph!"

Mr. Jin said this to Luo Weizhu, but what he didn't know was that the brain circuits of Luo's family were in the same line and unusual. Luo Weizhu even "agreed" with Mr. Jin's evaluation in his heart. Mr. Jin said a few words of sarcasm.

Bai Luoqiu was afraid that Luo Weizhu would be unhappy, so he secretly changed the subject, "I saw Luo Xunxuan when I was in Lanzhou, and he didn't look similar to the fifth young master. It stands to reason that when Mr. Jin went to the northwest, the fifth young master was still a child. , I wonder how you recognized him?"

Mr. Jin glanced at Luo Weizhu, and breathed out again through his nostrils, "He doesn't look like that reckless man, but his mother who is as reckless as him is carved out of the same mold!"

"At the beginning, Luo Longsheng ordered me not to go out if I didn't paint. His mother was in charge of guarding the door. A saber a few feet long was thrust towards me, and she sat cross-legged on the threshold. I wanted to do everything. Staring at it is simply insulting!"

"..."

Thinking of the situation at that time, Mr. Jin became more and more unhappy, and Luo Weizhu's eyes widened.

Bai Luoqiu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this description, he could only say that a woman who can raise a son like Luo Weizhu must be unusual.

"This is all about the older generation. Old man Jin is still sick, so don't get too angry." Bai Luoqiu persuaded.

"If it wasn't you, Boss Bai, who brought people here today, I would have someone throw you all out!" Old Mr. Jin covered his head and said, "Zhe Shi, take everyone out quickly, Boss Liu Bai, tell me In a word, otherwise, I will have a headache so badly."

"..."

Luo Weizhu, Li Fu and others were semi-forcibly asked to leave the main hall. Mr. Jin sat back on the chair, still clutching his head and sighing.

"Elder Jin has something to say to me alone, just say it, there is no one else here, who are you pretending to show?" Bai Luoqiu shook his head.

"Hmph, is it reasonable for you to bring Luo Longsheng's son to see me?" Mr. Jin really didn't complain about his headache anymore.

"It's been seven years since we left the capital. Boss Bai has become famous all over the country and has become more and more beautiful. It's a pity that some old friends never see him again."

"..." Bai Luoqiu remained silent. The old man Mr. Jin was talking about was none other than Xie Yan, the uncle of the original owner of the body, Xiang Yan Lin, the proud son of heaven who died young.

The picture of autumn swallows washing water that everyone praised back then was drawn by Mr. Jin and Xiang Yanlin while they went to the Dechun class to listen to an opera together.

"The swallow in front of Xuxutang,

Welcoming dance stage.

Luo Yiman on the high seat,

The sprites are invading the south. "

After Mr. Jin finished painting, he mentioned such a casual five-character quatrain to Yan Lin in the blank space.

In the brightly lit teahouse, Luo Yi was full of people applauding the gorgeous and lively "Qiuyan" on the stage. How many of them didn't know that southern China was being invaded by foreigners, but how many of them were willing to worry about it for a while?

After the painting was completed, the audience in the teahouse scrambled to pass it on. After seeing Xiang Yanlin's poem, they all fell silent for a moment, then continued to praise Mr. Jin's painting skills as if they hadn't seen anything, and shared Xiang Yanlin's painstakingly ignored completely.

But after the play was over, Xiang Yanlin received an unexpected letter.

"Mr. is not Luo Yi, Qiu is not a swallow in front of the hall, and monsters invade Nanji. I would like to sit at the door."

……

The past is vivid in his mind, but everything in reality has changed. Bai Luoqiu sighed lightly, "The old man has passed away, and I still haven't forgotten the wish of the year. That's enough."

Mr. Jin understood the meaning of Bai Luoqiu's words, "Boss Bai, you now..."

"Since you have decided to hide from the world with all your heart, why do you need to ask more questions?" Bai Luoqiu smiled softly, "Nowadays, the current situation in China is undercurrent, and it is very rare for you to be so single, so why bother with your impulses? clean?"

Mr. Jin no longer speaks, and he used to be the same, but after his only daughter was shot and suppressed by the conservatives for participating in the new movement...

"I met some friends in the painting world yesterday. They said that Mr. Wen introduced a young talent to them at the birthday banquet that Fang visited a few days ago." Mr. Jin changed the subject, "It is said that the child is still yours. Apprentice, do you know if there is such a thing?"

"Mr. Jin always said Xie Yan?" Bai Luoqiu didn't understand why Mr. Jin suddenly brought up this matter. "Actually, I can't tell you about master and apprentice. I didn't teach him anything. I just took him in the Dechun class for a while."

"Xie Yan is indeed not an ordinary young man. I am very happy that Mr. Wen appreciates him."

Old Mr. Jin glanced at Bai Luoqiu calmly, thoughtfully, and smiled for a second, "Those painting friends all praised Xie Yan full of praise, and gave him calligraphy one after another, and even made an appointment with him." A box on the opening day, invite me to go with you."

"I thought I couldn't take advantage of it for nothing, so I also made a painting. If you come today, just take it back with you."

Mr. Jin got up and took out the painting he had prepared earlier. This painting was about the same size as the painting of autumn swallows washing water, and even the composition was very similar.

It's just that Bai Luoqiu in the picture of Qiuyan Zhuoshui is wearing a gorgeous palace python, dancing lightly and nimbly; but in the painting in his hand, Bai Luoqiu is wearing a sword and horse outfit, holding a spear, and has a coquettish look in his eyes.

"Qiu Yan washes the water, and then hits the sky like an eagle... Take care, Boss Bai."

Bai Luoqiu looked at the figure in the painting, carefully put away the painting after a while, and cupped his hands at old Mr. Jin, "Thank you, take care too."

……

Bai Luoqiu left Jinfu with Luo Weizhu and Li Fu, sitting in the carriage, Luo Weizhu opened the painting in Bai Luoqiu's hand, and after admiring it, he suddenly held Bai Luoqiu's hand.

"What's wrong?" Bai Luoqiu looked at him without letting go.

"I've heard the allusion of Qiu Yan washing water..." Luo Weizhu suddenly didn't know how to express his heart, and finally said, "Don't worry."

If you want to be Qiu Yan, you want to attack the sky like an eagle, and I will be the eagle that will accompany you to attack.

……

Bai Luoqiu smiled lightly, didn't say anything, put away the painting in Luo Weizhu's hand in silence, Li Fu poked his head in and asked them where they were going next, Bai Luoqiu thought for a while and said, "Go to the theater to see Let's see."

"Didn't you say there will be a silent show in the afternoon?" Li Fu was puzzled.

"Send this painting to the theater to hang up." Bai Luoqiu raised his eyebrows, "By the way, I'll also ask my good apprentice something."

"Ask him whose idea it is to fly a hairpin to seal the acupoints and to tear the foreigners with his hands. Would you like to invite the person who came up with this idea to perform it for me live, so that I can learn and learn, so that if someone asks me in the future, I can't answer what went wrong. "

"..."

Luo Weizhu finally knew what was written on that leaflet, seeing Bai Luoqiu's calm expression, Luo Weizhu suddenly wanted to shed tears of sympathy for Xie Yan who had only seen him a few times.