Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

When everyone is drunk and excited.

Qi Zhenhe, the head of the General Affairs Section, suggested, "Director, there's a sign at Shengping Theater tonight saying it's a performance by the famous old actor Yu Shuyan, who beats the drums and scolds Cao Cao. I'll ask a friend to get some tickets. How about we go and have a look?"

When everyone heard it, they all agreed.

Everyone knew that Boss Yu was a good singer, but as his fame grew, he performed less and less frequently. This was the first time that Shengping Theater had staged a play of his since the Japanese entered the city.

Having come to this point, Lin Ze couldn't refuse.

So the group dispersed, called a few rickshaws, and headed straight to Shengping Theater.

Qi Zhenhe was quite capable. Even though Yu Shuyan's tickets were in such short supply, he was able to get a private seat on the second floor.

The ticket price is really not cheap, six dollars per ticket.

Lin Ze couldn't help but sigh that the entertainment industry is indeed profitable.

I heard that Boss Mei’s appearance fee is twenty small yellow croakers, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.

But this ticket is worth buying!

Today's famous Peking opera actors have real talent. Not to mention anything else, even in such a large theater, they don't even need a microphone. They rely entirely on their natural voices and still make sure everyone present can hear them clearly.

As soon as you enter the theater, a wave of heat hits you in the face.

It’s so lively inside!

The main show hadn't started yet, but the warm-up gongs and drums had already sounded, and a few young students were doing somersaults on the stage.

Opposite the stage are eight-immortal tables, on which are often placed several stacks of melon seeds, snacks, and some seasonal fruits.

This is the most distinguished place. The tables in the middle cannot be bought even if you have money. They are reserved for important people.

Behind the eight-immortals table are rows of benches, which is where ordinary audiences watch the show.

On both sides of the second floor, there are also round-tables.

This is the private room.

Some places were enclosed by screens, and that was where the women of wealthy families watched plays.

All kinds of people come to see the show.

There were some elegant men in suits and ties, some in long gowns and jackets who greeted everyone they met, and some with long braids with magnolia flowers inserted in them.

On the long chairs at the back, there were people from all walks of life, including gentlemen in long gowns and people in shorts doing manual labor.

Some people who originally had nothing in common with each other, now have a common identity in this place: drama fans!

When they met each other, regardless of whether they knew each other or not, they first talked about today's play, then talked about Boss Yu, and by the way, talked about the current trend of Peking Opera reform.

If they get along well, they might even become friends.

Of course, there are also those who don't get along with each other. Generally, they will just ignore each other. Those with impatient tempers might even start a quarrel, and those with even more explosive tempers might even start a fight.

The men in Peking always enjoy watching the fun, no matter how big the event. Watching other people quarrel is much more interesting than watching a play!

When most people had sat down, the vendors came in.

The man holding the cigarette tray shouted, "Hardemen Da Chongjiu, Laodao brand San Paotai, whatever you want to smoke, we have it all, both in boxes and in pieces. If you want to smoke, just let me know!"

The man selling roasted sweet potatoes held a plate of roasted sweet potatoes in his left hand and fanned it with his right hand to let the fragrance spread to everyone's nose.

"It smells good, tastes sweet, and is filled with honey!"

Lin Ze and his companions went upstairs and sat down. Qi Zhenhe waved to the waiter downstairs and gestured a number.

The waiter shouted, "Six towels are waiting for you at the south side of the second floor!"

A middle-aged man in his forties carrying a bucket of water answered, "Here you go!"

Then he deftly took out a white towel from the bucket, wrung it dry, sprinkled some toilet water on it, and threw it away.

The towel passed through the crowd and landed steadily in the hands of a waiter on the second floor.

This was done six times without any mistakes.

Some people love to watch this and even applaud it!

I have to say that Boss Yu's performance was truly brilliant. He was praised as soon as he appeared on the stage, and almost every sentence he delivered afterwards was applauded.

But when the song reached the crucial part of cursing Cao Cao, a team of military police suddenly rushed in from outside the theater and stopped the performance.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Some hot-tempered drama fans stood up and started cursing when they saw the performance was interrupted.

But when he saw the armed gendarmes, he scratched his head and sat down again.

Boss Yu on the stage was shaking with anger.

I am so angry!

The play has started and must be performed to the end. Why are you stopping it now?

An interpreter walked to the front of the stage and said to Boss Yu and the theater owner who had hurried over, "We are talking about friendship between the two countries. Why are you singing about beating drums and cursing Cao? I think you are cursing someone else. Who knows who you are cursing?"

The theater owner bowed and smiled apologetically, "Sir, look at what you said, beating the drum and cursing Cao is an old play, it has been performed for many years, how can it be a veiled criticism of the mulberry tree!"

Boss Yu pointed at the interpreter angrily and said, "We are just doing our own thing. How can that bother you?"

The distinguished guests sitting in the front row included both wealthy businessmen well-known in Peking and celebrities from the cultural circle.

Seeing this, they came over to make peace.

Unexpectedly, when the military police saw Boss Yu dare to point his finger at people, they pointed their guns at him and started cursing.

The wealthy businessmen and celebrities said they had things to do at home and left in a hurry.

Just like that, a good show ended unhappily.

The translator also asked the theater to arrange some plays praising the friendship between the two countries within a certain period of time, and the ladies should come to watch them in person.

Finally, Boss Yu went backstage in a huff, and the theater owner refunded everyone's tickets and sent all the audience away.

When Lin Ze and his companions arrived outside, Qi Zhenhe said with a wry smile, "What a big deal! I wanted to watch a play for fun, but I ended up watching a farce!"

Lin Ze smiled and said, "Forget it. I'm tired today. It's just right. Let's go back to our own homes. We still have work to do tomorrow!"

Seeing that Lin Ze did not vent his anger on him, Qi Zhenhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called a rickshaw for Lin Ze to send him away first.

When they got home, the two sisters were still awake.

Lin Ze drank some wine in the evening and was sweating in the theater.

So he told Gu Xiyue to turn on the water and take a bath.

Gu Xiyue responded with a smile, waited for the water to be ready, went into the house and called Lin Ze, "Master, it's time to wash."

Lin Ze went to the bathroom and took a comfortable bath.

When it was time to go to the bedroom to sleep, Xiyue was reluctant to leave. "I've been busy outside all day, I think you must be tired. How about I give you a back massage?"

Ruoxue blinked her big eyes and said, "I'm coming too, I'm coming too!"

Lin Ze thought, since she was his maid, it would be a waste not to use her.

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