The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

The young man who appeared suddenly looked about in his early twenties. He was tall, tall and straight, with stretched and deep features, a pair of black eyes with a cold smile, wearing a woolen coat that reached to the calf, and white gloves on his hands.

He looked at the two pretending foreigners with a natural and casual expression, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he didn't pay them any attention at all.

"Pfft." Xie Yan couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders.

Europeans in this era don't like to take a bath, and it's even more impossible to wash in the cold winter months. Therefore, even if two foreigners are dressed very gorgeously, the smell on their bodies is hard to compliment, "spreading fragrance for ten miles".

Of course, Xie Yan would not dare to say such a thing, but this young man in a gray wool coat obviously has the ability. After all, those who hold guns these days are uncles. A swollen man with a look that is not to be trifled with.

When the two foreigners came to China, they were not flattered. When they heard young people dare to say such things about them, they immediately turned black. They didn't dare to conflict with the men behind them, so they could only shout to go to the provincial government to protest.

Seeing this, Xie Yan quickly suppressed her smile, and pulled Li Quan to stand aside, so as not to be affected. The young man raised his eyebrows when he saw his movements, but said nothing.

Fortunately, the owner of the restaurant finally came out at this moment. He was scolded by two foreigners first, and he looked angrily at the young man who was in full swing, but his expression changed instantly.

"Mosquito...Master, how could Ning... be in the fold?" Boss Yang asked in his unproficient Chinese.

Master Mosquito, Master Wen?This young man's background is absolutely extraordinary to make the foreign boss change his attitude.

Xie Yan pulled out a person from the original owner's memory of only one year - Wen Jiulou, the only "ship lord" in Hankou who can compete with foreign compradors, who takes everything in business and government, controls the shipping on the Yangtze River.

If this young man was from the Ship King's family, it would be normal for ordinary foreigners to fear him.

But... Xie Yan knew that she should remain serious at this time, but when she heard Boss Yang's "Master Mosquito" with an accent, she still couldn't help her eyes wandering.

The young man caught all the expressions in his eyes, his expression was unclear, and he looked at the restaurant owner in the next second, and then changed to German.

"I passed by here and saw these two ladies humiliating people for no reason, so I reminded them. Of course, if you think there is a problem, you are welcome to go to the provincial government to protest at any time."

Go to the provincial government to protest?The provincial government and his father are friends with each other, what a ghost to protest! The owner of the restaurant changed his expression and went to explain to the two foreigners who the person who made such rude remarks was.

Seeing this, Xie Yan quickly pulled Li Quan to follow.

After this incident happened just now, the work must be out of the question. If you don't leave with this young master Wen, what will happen to those foreigners who come back to their senses and take their anger on them later.

"No one is following, you can leave." Five minutes later, Young Master Wen finally couldn't bear it, and said to the two people who had been following him.

"Thank you, Young Master Wen." Xie Yan thanked politely upon hearing the words.

"It's nothing more than a little effort." The man shook his head and said, "You don't need to thank you. In the land of China, there should be no reason why foreigners are more noble than Chinese."

This Young Master Wen looks gentle and noble, but he has a bloody temper, Xie Yan thought to himself.

He came from a modern society, and he never felt that the status of Chinese people was lower than that of foreigners. When he suddenly came to the Republic of China to survive, he could only swallow his anger. Now that he heard what Young Master Wen said, his evaluation of him suddenly became much higher in his heart.

"Master Wen told us to leave, but I was planning to find a job in that restaurant just now, but now I have nowhere to go." Xie Yan told the truth.

"Aren't you from Hankou?" Young Master Wen just saw that Xie Yan could understand German, and thought he was a student of Huguang New Style School, but unexpectedly, the other party was working in a restaurant.

Xie Yan knew that the person in front of him was from an extraordinary family background, and there might be some inside news, so she immediately dragged Li Quan to tell him about the Dechun class, including their current situation.

Young Master Wen himself has just returned from overseas, and he doesn't like to listen to operas, but yesterday when he was patrolling with his father and elder brother for dinner, he happened to hear something about bandits.

"The gangsters are the remnants of the Qing court. They have not shown any traces before. They are very angry at the inspection after the incident. They have already sent people to encircle and suppress them. If there is news, I will let you know."

"Thank you, Young Master Wen." Xie Yan cupped his hands and thanked him for the second time.

"Can you play the piano?" Young Master Wen asked suddenly when he saw that the fingers of his raised hands were slender and round, very beautiful.

"Yes." Xie Yan was taken aback, not understanding why Young Master Wen asked this, and answered truthfully.

He can not only play the piano, but also do Olympiads, Taekwondo... A three-piece set that is a must for outstanding students in Chinese style.

Young Master Wen glanced at him in surprise, as if he hadn't expected that Xie Yan would actually do it. After thinking for a while, he threw the jackknife in his hand to the guy behind him, "Come with me."

"What?"

"Pay you a job."

Xie Yan felt that Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, but he didn't say much, and pulled Li Quan to follow.Anyway, as the other party, it doesn't take much effort to harm him.

Young Master Wen led a group of people walking on Furong Street, passing through one or two small lanes from time to time, and arrived in front of a teahouse after about 10 minutes.

"Second Young Master, why are you back again?" The waiter at the teahouse hurried up to meet him.

Second Young Master, Xie Yan silently remembered this title.

"Call Mr. Li, I brought him a piano player."

Mr. Li, play the piano?Xie Yan looked up at this quaint tea house, feeling very strange, what is the difference between playing the piano here and cooking hot pot in a western restaurant?

Before Xie Yan could figure it out, a man in a silk mandarin jacket came out of the teahouse and greeted Young Master Wen first.

Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, this man has a handsome face and a literati air. He looks to be in his thirties at the most, and he is very refined. In future generations, he will probably be a handsome uncle who makes little girls scream.

"Second Young Master, this is?" Mr. Li looked at Xie Yan and Li Quan, a little puzzled, which of these two children seems to be able to play the piano?

"he--"

"Xie Yan." Xie Yan reported his name.

"Xie Yan can play the piano." Young Master Wen changed his address graciously, "I accidentally made him lose his job just now, remembering Mr. Li, you just said that you want to open a western restaurant, so you brought him here."

Careless, is that careless...

Xie Yan decided to ignore this description. Although Young Master Wen seems to have a good temper at the moment, as long as he has a gun, there is a threat. Xie Yan, who just died in his previous life, has no intention of angering him at all.

Hearing what Young Master Wen said, Mr. Li immediately put down his doubts and led them into the teahouse.

"I locked the piano on the second floor, let's go up and have a look." Although Wen Ershao said so, he had to test his level first. If he didn't do well, he would have to recruit another piano player. Poor man too, save him for other work.

Seeing that Master Wen had no objection, Xie Yan followed him up to the second floor. Mr. Li's economic level is not bad, and he bought a grand piano imported from Germany. Seriously, it is still an antique, better than Xie Yan's student upright piano. how much.

Xie Yan's piano skills were forced out by sticks and weekends when she was a child. Although she can't be called an artist, she has absolutely no problem playing ordinary pieces.

He rubbed his frozen fingers, took out another handkerchief and wiped it, sat down in front of the piano with Mr. Li's permission, pressed his fingers on the keys, and played a light and classic piece "Fur Alice".

After the song was over, before he could stand up, Master Wen's voice suddenly came from behind.

"You don't look like an apprentice in a theatrical troupe." Whether it's German level or piano, they are too incompatible with this identity.

Xie Yan smiled, not nervous, "I'm an apprentice in a troupe now, as for what I was before, it doesn't matter - so many people die every day in the capital, no matter rich or poor, high or low, everyone's family is ruined, if given a choice, who would go The troupe is safe."

"You're right." Young master Wen didn't know what to think of, and he was not angry, left after leaving these words.

He was going back to his residence, but he was delayed by Xie Yan on the way, now that the matter is settled, he should leave now.

After sending Young Master Wen away, Mr. Li went back to the teahouse and asked them about their life experiences while arranging their residence and wages.

"Just now the second young master said that you are a theater troupe from Central Beijing. I like to listen to operas on weekdays. I don't know which troupe it is?"

"It's Boss Bai Bai Luoqiu's Dechun class!" Li Quan finally met a question he could answer, and said immediately.

"Clap!"

Mr. Li lost his abacus.