The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

"Ayan, you are really amazing!" After walking out of the alley and onto the street, Li Quan finally couldn't help but praise.

Although the few words that Xie Yan just said to Aunt Wang were not many, each sentence was stuck in the heart of the other party, and Li Quan was dumbfounded when he got the money back without any effort.

Because the original owner didn't like to talk when he was in the theater troupe, Li Quan didn't notice that there was anything wrong. He just thought that everyone said that Ayan was clumsy and tongue-tied, but he didn't know that he was hiding something.

Xie Yan didn't know what Li Quan was thinking, so he stood in the cold wind and began to calculate.

The era he traveled to did not seem to be the Republic of China in his own world. A year ago, the full support of the governor of Huguang in the Qing court when the revolution broke out completely turned history around. The three towns of Wuhan were not in the flames of war. Destroyed once, the Qing court also stepped down earlier than in history.

But even in the Republic of China in the original world, he was not a history expert, and he couldn't remember all the events clearly to act as a magic stick, so Xie Yan just regretted it and quickly recovered.

The two of them are poor and sick at the moment, and their hands are empty, and the most urgent thing is to find a way to make a living.

Xie Yan graduated from the Four Law Schools in Modern Times. After a successful graduate study, he came out and entered a large law firm. He became a partner of a law firm in his early thirties. He has always been confident in his professional ability.

However, the era he is living in now is the early years of the Republic of China, the Qing government has just been overthrown, and there are still more than ten years before the promulgation of the first civil law in modern China. ——That also has to be believed by others.

"Li Quan, how much money do we have now, do you know any way to make money?" Xie Yan decided to ask the opinions of the natives of this era.

"I still have two elder sons on me, and with the one you want to come back, there are four elder sons in total."

The big one is also called copper yuan. Ten copper plates can be exchanged for one big one, and ten coppers can be exchanged for one silver dollar.

In the early years of the Republic of China, one silver dollar was worth about 250 yuan, which means that they still have 100 yuan in their possession. With this amount, they will not survive long in Hankou, the political and economic center in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River.

At least the hotels in the city that are a bit passable cost five big kids in one night.

"As for making money...I know that the place where Hankou has a lot of performing arts is called Furong Street, why don't we inquire about it?" Li Quan has been running errands in theater troupes since he can remember, and he couldn't think of any good way other than performing arts.

"..." Xie Yan felt his chest getting tighter.

Hankou was once known as the Opera Wharf in the Republic of China. It can be seen that the people here have a very high aesthetic and exquisiteness in listening to operas.

Li Quan doesn't know how to sing, he said he wanted to perform, so naturally he wanted to thank Yan Shang.Although Xie Yan was half a fancier in his previous life and had some research on Peking Opera, appreciation and performing on his own are two different things. Even if Xie Yan pulled his face, with his current voice and level, it would be good if he didn't get booed off by others, why? Possibly earn money!

"Ayan, what do you think we should do? The troupe master and the others don't know what's going on, why don't we go to the Xunxuan Mansion to ask?" Li Quan also knew that Xie Yan couldn't sing, so he thought about the troupe again.

"We are the theater troupe celebrating Xunxu's birthday, and something happened on the way to Hankou. This is undoubtedly a slap in the face for Xunxuan, even if he pretends to be Xunxuan, he will negotiate." Xie Yan analyzed to Li Quan, "As for The two of us went there without evidence, but we were kicked out again."

"What we have to do now is to take care of ourselves and live on. If Master and the others are fine, we can see each other naturally after the patrol resolves the matter."

And if they have encountered an accident... Li Quan and Xie Yan now have nothing else to do.

Li Quan heard what Xie Yan meant, and couldn't help sobbing, he had never seen his mother since he was a child, and he always regarded the troupe as his own home, now that his father's life and death are uncertain, how can he not be sad?

"It's good to cry, let's go to Furong Street to have a look later." Xie Yan thought that Li Quan's age was still a half-grown child, Xie Yan patted him on the shoulder reluctantly when he saw this.

It's not that Xie Yan is cold-blooded, it's just that to him Dechun Troupe is just a stranger in his memory, even if it is the original owner, because there is only one year of memory and no deep feelings, so after a rational analysis finds that there is no way to save the troupe, He let it go for a while.

However, Li Quan did not abandon the original owner even in the most difficult time, Xie Yan would remember this love, and lead him to live a good life together.

"I... hiccup... Ah Yan, I'm fine, let's go to Furong Street!" Li Quan cried and hiccupped, trying to stop himself—the tears fell on his face and were blown by the cold wind like a knife , It hurts too much.

He was young and ignorant, and after the catastrophe, he was in a panic. Seeing Xie Yan's appearance of making up his mind, he believed him wholeheartedly without knowing it.

"Okay." Xie Yan took out a piece of handkerchief from the pocket of the padded jacket and handed it to Li Quan. The original owner was a fastidious person, and he carried the handkerchief with him on the way.

Li Quan looked at the handkerchief and cried louder.

When I was in the theatrical troupe, because A Yan didn’t like to talk, he even said bad things about the other party behind his back at first, but now they not only don’t despise him, but also give him such a clean veil, he was really sloppy before heart!

"..."

Xie Yan didn't know where to poke Li Quan's crying point again, so she turned her head silently.

He looked around and bought a piece of cake for a copper coin at a pancake vendor not far away. He asked for the direction of Furong Street. When he came back, he gave half of the cake to Li Quan. Go to Furong Street.

Li Quan took Xie Yan to find a place to live that is not strictly within the boundary of Hankou City, and the price is cheap, but Furong Street is located near the concession and is the most prosperous place in Hankou. Fortunately, Hankou in the old days was not too big. After inquiring and walking for more than half an hour, they finally arrived at the place.

Li Quan's previous statement that the place where he performed his art is in Furong Street is actually not accurate, it is just near Furong Street, and Furong Street itself is the most prosperous commercial area in Hankou Huazhu circle, with shops of all sizes open in it, and there are several A trendy foreign restaurant, even paved asphalt road.

On both sides of the several-meter-wide road, there are two rows of two- and three-storey gray western-style buildings. There are various signboards in the air, and people from all walks of life are bustling. If their clothes were not in the typical style of the Republic of China, Xie Yan would have doubted it. I have returned to modern times.

The leader of the Dechun class is a famous actor in the capital, making money every day, and the people under his opponent are also good. Li Quan and Xie Yan are both wearing new coats made of coarse cloth. This attire is already very good in the eyes of ordinary people. But in front of Furong Street, it is unavoidably shabby.

"Ayan, let's go to other places." Li Quan grabbed Xie Yan's sleeve, a little scared.

"It's okay, let's walk around the street to see if there is any place to recruit small workers." Xie Yan pulled him onto the ground of Furong Street.

Xie Yan had quickly calculated in her mind which skills she possessed could be put to use immediately.

Don't even think about the old law. Other miscellaneous skills can't be used without conditions. After thinking about it, it seems that only language is left.

As a former academic master, Xie Yan's English is naturally not a problem. When she was in college, she took the opportunity of the British College to pass the eighth year of junior high school. She studied German law as a graduate student and learned some German.

Hankou in this era is called "Oriental Chicago". The economy once surpassed that of Beijing and Shanghai. There are concessions of five countries. Businessmen from more than a dozen countries must need a lot of translations. Xie Yan plans to start from this point to make some money. Solve the urgent need.

At this time, seeing the foreign restaurants with different styles on Furong Street, he made up his mind and led Li Quan over there.

People are coming and going on Furong Street, and the flames of war in the distance do not seem to reach this cold city. The clerk in front of the silver building is picking his teeth, the aroma of food is wafting from the restaurant, and there are bursts of laughter from the teahouse... No one noticed that the two A half-grown child walking through the crowd.

Xie Yan finally stood still in front of a German restaurant, walked towards the Chinese waiter in a suit standing at the door, and said hello in German proficiently.

"Hallo, darfich hiernochnacheinem Kellnerfragen"

"...Huh?" The waiter with his shiny hair was at a loss.

"I want to ask if this restaurant still recruits translators or waiters who can speak German?" Seeing that he couldn't understand, Xie Yan asked again in Chinese.

Because Cheng Anguo could know a few words and was tall and tall, he was chosen by the foreigners who opened the restaurant to be the welcome waiter. In fact, he didn't understand half of the foreign language.He didn't know whether the foreign language spoken by the inexplicable child in front of him was correct, but he felt that the tone of voice sounded like the foreign boss.

Thinking that the boss has always wanted to call more people who can speak foreign languages, Cheng Anguo said, "You wait here, I'll go in and ask."

Although the child looked young and in poor health, it didn't matter if he could speak foreign language, but if he lied... Boss Foreign is not kidding when he gets angry, but it's none of his business.

Seeing the waiter enter the restaurant, Xie Yan stood aside and waited silently, but Li Quan beside him was already stunned.

"Ayan, when did you learn foreign language?!" How did he never know?

"I always know it, I just didn't have a chance to say it before." Xie Yan replied calmly. He had already thought about it. If someone asked him how he learned his skills in the future, he would know it before he killed him. Anyway, the troupe only knew each other. The original owner was one year old, and his life experience has long been unverifiable.

Li Quan swallowed his saliva, and imitated Xie Yan and stood aside.When he was in the theater troupe before, Ayan could read characters enough to be different from others, but now he can actually speak foreign language, no wonder his father arranged for him to have a good relationship with Ayan when he was in the theater troupe.

Xie Yan led Li Quan to stand at the door of the restaurant, silently waiting for the owner of the restaurant to come out, but before they could wait for the boss, they saw two foreigners coming from the concession, and their destination seemed to be this restaurant.

"Ayan." Li Quan pulled Xie Yan's sleeve nervously.

"It's okay." Xie Yan shook his head and stepped aside.

However, the foreign woman in a foreign dress and smeared makeup stood half a meter away from them, looked at them contemptuously, and suddenly said a word.

"Ayan, what is she talking about?" Li Quan's scalp was numb.

"Are you sure you want to listen?" Xie Yan turned her head.

"Sure." Li Quan didn't know why.

"They asked why the owner of this restaurant recruited two such Chinese doormen. Even the restaurant stinks."

"..."

"Heh." Xie Yan didn't wait for Li Quan's reaction, but heard a chuckle of interest coming from beside him.

"Ladies, don't you think your own smell is even more unbearable?" the man said bluntly in very authentic German.

Xie Yan turned around abruptly, only to see a young man in a gray wool coat with dark eyes standing not far away, casually playing with a jackknife in his hand.