After arriving at the store in the afternoon, Jiang Qi announced to everyone that Wang Xinghua had become a colleague.

One advantage of working in a script-killing shop is that you don't have to reveal your full name to your colleagues if you don't want to. After all, everyone works under their stage name.

For example, Beiru’s stage name is Beike, Cai Min’s stage name is Xiao Cai, and Liu Lan’s stage name is Lan Lan. Old John and Huang Fugui did not give themselves stage names, but acquaintances and guests uniformly call them Teacher John and

Uncle Huang/Huang Yuanwai.

After lunch, Jiang Qi took Wang Xinghua to buy a mobile phone and helped him apply for a phone card and register for WeChat. The first thing Wang Xinghua did when she got the new mobile phone was to download the shopping software, and then added a shopping cart with a total price of 790,000 yuan.

It can only be said that dreams always have to be had. What if they come true? Anyway, Wang Xinghua is a ghost who can live as long as she wants.

"Hello everyone, I am a fellow villager of Qinghe. We are from the same village. You can just call me Xinghua. This is my nickname." Wang Xinghua, wearing Wang Erya's autumn clothes, said to everyone with a polite smile.

Wang Xinghua is taller than Wang Erya. Last night it was not obvious that her baggy pajamas did not fit her, but today she wears normal autumn and winter clothes and it is obvious that she looks smaller.

Although both of them wear the same model and look like they are malnourished and thin, Wang Erya is really malnourished, while Wang Xinghua is a medicine jar due to congenital deficiencies, so at first glance she looks even thinner than Wang Erya.

Her complexion was pale and bloodless, her whole body looked a sickly white color, and her clothes did not fit her. Just by looking at her appearance, everyone could imagine a tragic life story.

Of course, no one asked, and the new colleagues were somewhat restrained on their first day of employment. Jiang Qi estimated that Liu Lan would not be able to help but curiously ask Wang Erya about Wang Xinghua in a few days.

There is no need to make up Wang Xinghua’s life experience, just use the original version.

The premature baby was born with birth defects. Both of his parents were opera performers. He had a high school education. His parents died in a car accident when he was a sophomore in high school. He had no money to go to college. He went out to work after graduating from high school. One of Wang Erya's fellow villagers who helped with intrauterine surgery was her.

I heard Wang Erya say that Galaxy Script Club is in urgent need of an employee who can sing and apply for the job.

According to company tradition, new employees need to show their talents to everyone after joining the company.

For example, on the first day after joining the company, Qin Can performed the sky kick, Huang Fugui demonstrated the green vegetable noodles, Old John demonstrated the cleaning skills, Wang Erya showed the sweet mouth, Beiru showed the beauty, and Cai Min showed the stupidity and sweetness.

The job holder, the one who left the job before joining the company, showed off his skills in the workplace.

Wang Xinghua naturally showed off her singing voice to everyone.

Speaking of which, Jiang Qi has never heard her sing an opera.

Wang Xinghua was extremely happy when she heard that someone actually asked to hear her sing. After all, since she turned into a ghost, everyone who heard her sing was so frightened that they thought it was haunted.

"What show do you want to hear?" Wang Xinghua asked.

This question stumped everyone.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and we all read the four words "Xiaobai" in the eyes of the other person.

If there are elderly people at home who like to listen to opera, they may have listened to opera on the radio when they were children. Jiang Qi’s grandparents passed away before he was born, and no one in the family likes to listen to opera. When he was a child, he switched to the opera channel when watching TV.

Usually they don’t stop either.

It can be said that his only understanding of opera is probably the "birds in pairs on the tree..." in Huangmei Opera.

Huang Fugui listened to the opera, but he was worried that what he knew did not belong to this world.

"Xinghua, just sing whatever you're good at." Huang Fugui said with a genuine smile.

"Okay." Wang Xinghua thought for a moment, "Then let's sing my dad...my dad's favorite song "Su San Qi Jie"."

"Su Sanli is gone..."

Wang Xinghua opened her mouth and her voice changed.

Her original speaking voice was a bit thin and high-pitched, so in memory her voice was particularly high-pitched when she was angry and furious, but when she actually sang, the sharpness became more euphemistic, and her voice actually sounded a bit more sharp.

Melodious.

It's one thing to pay back money with all emotions and no skills, but it's another thing to sing with both emotions and skills.

Singing a cappella without musical instruments makes Wang Xinghua's voice clearer.

It turns out that Jiang Qi didn't listen to opera very much, and never listened to opera, because when he was a child, he always felt that some of the words in the opera's babbling songs were unclear, and he couldn't understand what was being sung. To put it bluntly, he just couldn't understand it.

Rather than listening to a play, he would definitely rather compete with Jiang Bing for control of the TV remote control and watch cartoons or TV series.

Although he doesn't listen to opera, it doesn't mean that he can't distinguish between good and bad singing.

Like the song that the young lady at the previous exhibition sang, it was ear-torturing.

The sound is sharp, testing back and forth between the critical points of breaking and not breaking, which makes people want to change the channel.

Kyoko's performance last night was the kind of performance that you can listen to. If there is really no good drama to watch, after changing all the channels, you can consider stopping on this channel and leave the sound on to do other things.

Most of the feedback from the guests last night was the same, it was quite satisfactory, not wrong, not amazing.

At this moment, Wang Xinghua's level is probably the kind that would make Jiang Qi, who as a child, rush to change channels to watch TV dramas broadcast on time. When passing by this station, he heard the sound and stopped for a few seconds. After listening to a section, he remembered

I was going to watch a TV series, but I wanted to change the channel, but I was a little reluctant to do so.

A simple summary is.

Nice to hear.

It sounds really good.

If Wang Xinghua relies on her singing skills to perform on Tianqiao, she will probably starve to death, and maybe even make a little fortune. It sounds so good.

Wang Xinghua is an honest person, she sings only one verse and never sings too much.

After finishing a section, Wang Xinghua looked at everyone eagerly, waiting for their feedback. The crowd, who had just woken up from a dream, immediately responded with thunderous applause.

"It sounds great!" Liu Lan couldn't think of any words of praise and could only applaud wildly.

"It sounds really nice." Others agreed.

Wang Xinghua raised her lips proudly.

"It's a pity that you don't go to opera, Xinghua." Beiru praised.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I am not in good health and cannot learn. I can show off my skills, but when it comes to my real skills, I reveal my true skills." Wang Xinghua has a clear understanding of her own level, "My dad said

Now, he doesn’t expect me to make a living by singing, and I can’t do anything else with my body. He wanted me to study hard and get into a good university.”

Liu Lan, a scumbag at school, was almost moved when he heard this: "It's so touching, Xinghua, don't be discouraged. The salary in our store is very high. If you work for a year or two and then go back and study hard, you will definitely be able to get into a good university!"

Wang Xinghua shook her head: "No, no, it's useless to take the exam now. My father means that it is easier to find rich people in college, so he asked me to find a rich man to marry and rely on him, so that I can not work for the rest of my life.

I can live without worries about food and clothing."

Everyone:???

Liu Lan almost shed tears of emotion but immediately dried up.

Wang Xinghua continued: "So now I don't expect to marry a rich man (he is dead anyway), I just hope that one day I can empty the items in the shopping cart."

Liu Lan thought for a while and chose to encourage: "Come on, I believe you can do it."

Jiang Qi, who glanced at Wang Xinghua's shopping cart at noon and roughly knew the total price:...

He thinks it's not possible.

"It's already past two o'clock, Lan Lan, Cai Min, I remember you both had your books at half past two, go upstairs and prepare the room." Jiang Qi said, "Beiru, you take Xinghua up to rehearse the performance.

Xinghua is responsible for all the scary parts. If you have any good ideas, you can mention them to Xinghua, don’t be afraid that they won’t be completed.”

"Okay." Beiru nodded and took Wang Xinghua to get the book.

"Xinghua, my name is Beiru, you can call me Beiru or Beike." Beiru introduced himself with a smile.

"Sister Beiru, you are so beautiful. What color is this lipstick of yours? I have seen a lot of lipstick colors on the Internet. I think they all look good, but I don't know what the actual effect of applying them on my lips is.

"

"I just put on makeup well. I have several lipsticks of different colors in my makeup bag. How about I give it to you to try?"

"Okay, okay, I've used it secretly before... ah, no, I've used lipstick once or twice, and it feels weird when I put it on my lips."

Beiru chuckled softly, probably thinking that Wang Xinghua had stolen her mother's lipstick: "I brought a full set of cosmetics here, do you want me to put on your full makeup later?"

"Is it really possible? That's great, I have never put on full makeup, thank you sister Beiru." Wang Xinghua was so happy that she almost couldn't help but float.

"Ahem." Jiang Qi coughed twice and signaled Wang Xinghua to calm down. Just now, she almost couldn't get her feet off the ground.

Wang Xinghua stomped her feet uncomfortably, feeling uncomfortable walking on the ground for a long time. She held Beiru's arm affectionately: "Sister Beiru, do you like to listen to the opera? In fact, I can sing other songs, if not wait.

Let me go upstairs and sing you a few more verses."

"Xinghua, why are your hands so cold? Are you wearing less clothes?"

"My hands have always been so cold. The doctor said I don't have enough energy and blood, so my hands and feet tend to get cold."

"Sister Beiru, can you recommend some cosmetics brands to me? I want to buy cosmetics, but I can't understand the recommendations and reviews online. What is the use of highlighter?"

"I'll recommend it to you later."

The two went upstairs.
Chapter completed!