A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

When trouble came, Wencai stood in front of Yiping, with a flying knife hidden in his sleeve.

The situation became tense for a moment.

"Don't hit me, I'll sing!"

Looking at the aggressive bodyguards, Yiping compromised. She had the courage to say to Lu Zhenhua, "Beat me to death" in front of him.

After all, Lu Zhenhua is her father, and he can really beat her to death.

But the big guys in Shanghai are different. If they say they will kill someone, they really will kill someone.

Wencai did not stop her. With her talent as a singer, Yiping could go to Shanghai to sing, which could reflect her life value.

"I sing. I have a song that I wrote based on foreign lyrics."

Yiping jumped onto the stage, picked up the microphone, and instantly got into the mood.

"What are you doing, little rascal? You're acting like a fool..."

The familiar melody sounded and Yiping performed again.

Her songs are playful and cute, full of the feeling of a girl's first love and the confusion she feels.

The songs in Shanghai during the Republic of China period were all decadent, singing about a life of decadence, singing and dancing, and the hope that everyone would live happily today and not worry about how they would die tomorrow.

For example, the song "Night Shanghai" sung by Red Peony just now, which has been sung to death, as well as "Tuberculosis" and "Rose Rose I Love You" are all like this.

In turbulent times, artistic life is scarce and artists are in danger of losing their jobs. How can they devote themselves to creation?

Not only does Yiping have a clear and melodious voice, but the most precious thing about her is that she can write lyrics.

In that era, for a 19-year-old female student, her talent was terrifying.

Yiping was a top student who was admitted to the Shanghai Conservatory of Music and Arts. Even compared with the singer Hong Mudan, she felt inferior.

Sing a song!

Not only Master Qin Wu applauded, but Hong Mudan also applauded.

She also makes a living by singing and knows the difference between geniuses and ordinary people.

"Okay, come to my great Shanghai, and I'll give you 100 yuan a month."

Master Qin Wu stood up and offered an astonishing price.

Manager Cai also cheered: "Ms. Lu, why don't you thank Master Wu for his appreciation?"

Hong Mudan said, "Little sister, you sing really well. Welcome to the Shanghai Ballroom."

One hundred yuan is equivalent to seven or eight people working hard, while Yiping just stands on the stage singing and jumping around.

Only a fool would refuse, especially since Yiping is applying for a clerk position.

But the next second, Yiping smiled calmly: "Thank you everyone, Mr. Qin, I have already sung, can I leave now? I don't plan to work in the dance hall."

"why?"

Manager Cai asked.

"My pride won't allow it."

Yiping said this and pulled Wencai out.

Manager Cai wanted to chase after her, but Master Qin Wu raised his hand to stop him.

"She will come back sooner or later."

Master Qin Wu said.

Just now everyone was engrossed in Yiping's singing, only Master Qin Wu noticed the pair of open black leather shoes on Yiping's feet.

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Wencai rode the bike and Yiping sat behind him.

"Why don't you agree?"

"Didn't I tell you? My pride won't allow it. I'm the daughter of Black Panther, the eldest daughter of the Lu family. Even if I'm poor, I won't work in a dance hall."

Yiping has severed her relationship with Lu Zhenhua, but deep down in her heart, she is actually proud of her father and proud of being the eldest daughter of the Lu family.

Just like the Eight Banners descendants in the late Qing Dynasty, who were reduced to begging for food, they still remembered their identity in their hearts.

"How about your rent? Do you want me to help you?"

"I plan to go to a textile factory to work as a maid tomorrow. I'll earn thirty dollars a month."

There were many textile factories in Shanghai during the Republic of China. It was easy to get a job in a factory, but the work was very tiring.

Yiping would not go into the factory unless it was absolutely necessary.

Wencai didn't say anything, just lowered his head and rode his bike.

After a while, the bicycle reached a grassy area and Wencai suddenly stopped the bike.

"We are tired. Let's take a rest."

Yiping jumped out of the car and sat side by side with Wencai on the grass.

It was spring at that time, with blue sky and mountains reflecting the setting sun, creating a beautiful scenery.

Wencai sat on the grass, picking up a piece of foxtail grass and wrapping it around his fingertips.

"Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps..."

Wencai also hummed the song that Hong Mudan had just sung at the Grand Shanghai Ballroom.

Yiping didn't think much of it, because Wencai had just heard the song and learned it by chance.

Wencai has a deep and magnetic voice, and this song has a special flavor when he sings it.

"It turns out that Brother Wencai sings so well."

Yiping was surprised for a moment, then she continued to listen to Wencai singing.

Wencai suddenly stopped talking and whispered: "It's not that I love the world, it seems that I was misled by the past. Flowers bloom and fall at their own time, and it all depends on the Lord of the East."

Yiping looked at Wencai in a daze. He was singing so well, why did he suddenly start reciting poetry?

"This poem was written by Yan Rui, a famous prostitute in the Song Dynasty. She fell into prostitution by mistake and became a drifter.

Later, she was framed and imprisoned. In prison, she wrote this poem to a high-ranking official. After reading the poem, the official lamented her miserable life and acquitted her and redeemed her.

Yan Rui finally escaped her miserable life because of her love for poetry. "

Yiping had no idea what Wencai was talking about. She had already owed two months’ rent, the Lu family was in a falling out, and it was very difficult to find a job.

To enter the factory or not to enter the factory?

It's very annoying. How could she care about the poor woman who strayed into prostitution hundreds or thousands of years ago?

Wencai continued, "In fact, there is a woman who is the same as Yan Rui. She was originally a daughter of a wealthy family in Changzhou. She could have been a happy daughter, but she was sold to a brothel by her opium-smoking uncle when she was twelve years old.

Pocket money falls into prostitution, and beauty always has a miserable life.

This woman was unwilling to give up. Even though she fell into prostitution, she loved to sing. She had a soft voice and sang and sang until she was finally appreciated and escaped her fate to become a singer. Yiping, who do you think this person is?"

Yiping shook her head. How could she guess what happened to a young lady in Changzhou who was trafficked?

"I'll give you a hint. Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai..."

"You mean it's Zhou Xuan, the golden voice?"

Yiping is a musician, how could she not know the name of Zhou Xuan.

However, most people only know about the life of celebrities and singers, but don’t know the stories behind them.

Wencai continued, "Yiping, they changed their fate because of their talents. Actually, you can do it too."

"My mother knows, and my classmates will know."

Yiping understood that Wencai was trying to persuade her in a roundabout way, but she had her pride and bottom line.

She can work in a textile factory, but she cannot be a singer in a dance hall.

Wencai continued, "You are you. It doesn't really matter what others think of you. Besides, why is it that if you sing in a dance hall you are a singer, and if you sing in a foreign concert you are a singer."

"I am the eldest daughter of the Lu family..."

"Identity is just a shackle. All people are born equal, and no one is nobler than anyone else. Is the eldest lady of the Lu family more noble than Ke Yun, the daughter of a poor family?"

"I've never thought about it this way. If I thought this way, what's the difference between me and that bad guy Erhao?"

Ke Yun grew up with other young ladies such as Ru Ping, Yi Ping and Meng Ping.

Young ladies like Yiping have books to read, but Keyun has to feed horses and work.

In the end, Erhao relied on his status as a young master to deceive Ke Yun.

Being born unequal is what Yiping hates the most.

Just like her and Ruping now, why can Ruping wear a bracelet worth twenty yuan, but she has to run around for a little money?

Fate is unfair, she needs to change her fate. She wants to change her fate like Yan Rui and Zhou Xuan.

The only way for her to change all this is to sing.

After figuring it out, Yiping suddenly looked up and looked at Wencai with her beautiful big eyes.

The man in front of her was old, rustic, and ugly, but he spoke with more insights than anyone she had ever met.

Putting aside this ugly body, there is such a wonderful soul hidden inside that old and ugly body.

"Brother Wencai, I have decided to sing in Shanghai, but I have a request."

"any request?"

"You have to be my bodyguard. Shanghai is too chaotic. Only you can protect me. You be my bodyguard, and we'll split the singing fee in half."

Yiping has no relatives or friends and doesn't want to owe anyone anything.

"I was just taught a lesson by Master Qin Wu's bodyguard."

"You wanted me to sing, so you deliberately restrained them. You are a master of magic, and you can put Black Panther in the hospital even though he is so powerful."

Yiping was not stupid, she was just so anxious and distracted at the time that she didn't think carefully.

"Okay, but fifty dollars is too much. Let's follow the rules of the underworld. Bodyguards receive one-tenth of their employer's income as remuneration. You just need to give me ten dollars a month."

Wencai said.

“Some people even cut their own salary.”

"I am a disciple of Maoshan. I must abide by the rules of the martial arts world. I cannot lie to a little girl."

"Why do I feel like I've been cheated by you? You didn't take the money from Qin Wuye and trick me into this fire pit, did you? Tell me how much money you took to sell me out?"

Yiping smiled and was of course joking.

"You are the eldest daughter of the Lu family, the apple of Black Panther's eye, and you are worth at least 10 million. How can Fifth Master Qin afford you?"

"Haha, I have severed my relationship with Black Panther. I am worthless. You don't need to pay so much to buy me."

"Make a price?"

"Ten thousand dollars."

"Really, I paid for it."

"What did you buy me for? To do laundry and cook?"

"Buy it..."

I won’t say more about Wencai.

"Let's go home!"