As soon as "The Legend of the Princess" ended, Yang Chaoge went back to the office to write an application, pointed out the location of the room in the lounge for Feng Ling and others to Manager Zhu, and asked Manager Zhu to find it himself.

In order to prevent the boss from suddenly being stupid and not allowing "The Legend of the Princess" to be added, Yang Chaoge also specially added a sentence in the application report: At the suggestion of the drama department manager Zhu Zhenggang, he dragged Manager Zhu into the water.

Yang Chaoge was working overtime writing furiously in the office, while Feng Ling and others were laughing and removing their makeup in the lounge.

"Feng Ling, your eyebrows are still a little light. The lights in our theater are relatively bright, and they look pretty good now. But when the headlights are turned on, they fade a little, and they are not heroic enough."

"Yes, the princess spends most of her time pretending to be a man, so her eyebrows need to be a little thicker. I have my usual eyebrow pencil and eyebrow powder here. The color should be darker than the one you are using now. You can try it on tomorrow.

Try it."

The lounge is not too big to begin with, but people from the amusement park troupe and the Fangyuan Theater troupe are all crowded in, making it seem very small.

Manager Zhu was shocked when he opened the door and came in. He thought that Yang Chaoge was too rude. Even if he didn't arrange a special lounge for Little Bailing, he actually arranged such a small one.

Look at how crowded this room is. Xiao Bailing can't even free her hands to remove her makeup in the mirror.

Feng Ling had already changed back into her regular clothes and had half of her makeup removed. She was a little surprised when she saw an unknown man suddenly enter the lounge through the mirror. She turned to look at Manager Zhu, her face full of confusion.

People from the Fangyuan Theater Company naturally know Manager Zhu.

The head actress, Ms. Yao, smiled and said, "Manager Zhu, why are you here at this late hour?"

Then Ms. Yao turned around and introduced Manager Zhu's situation to Feng Ling. She spoke quite loudly, and also told Jiang Qi, who was chatting with Feng Zhiqiu on the sofa.

After one night's baptism of "The Princess", Feng Zhiqiu and the staff of her script-killing shop deeply felt that they still loved traditional culture.

I didn’t love it before because I had no experience with it.

You see, don’t you fall in love after contacting me?

If you ask them which part of traditional culture they love, they will definitely tell you in unison: Little Bailing!

Hearing that the sudden visitor was the manager of the drama department, Jiang Qi, who was discussing with Feng Zhiqiu how to post to friends, quickly put down his phone and stood up to say hello to Manager Zhu.

"This is not the end of the first performance of "The Princess". The response from the audience was very enthusiastic. You, Manager Yang, had something to do and couldn't move away, so you sent me as a representative to represent the Fangyuan Theater to invite all the staff of the Galaxy Script Theme Park Theater Troupe

Let’s eat.” Manager Zhu said with a smile, “Of course, tonight’s meal is just a simple meal, the celebration banquet must be invited by you, Manager Yang, in person.”

Jiang Qi didn't know the rules of Fangyuan Theater and didn't know that this reason was made up by Manager Zhu. He thought that after the first performance, the actors would be invited to dinner. He sighed in his heart that Fangyuan Theater is quite humane.

Although Fangyuan Theater provides three meals a day and provides lunch boxes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the actors must not eat too much before the performance.

If you are full, it will easily affect the performance of the next performance. Most of them just take a few bites to keep something in their stomach to avoid getting dizzy on the stage. Whether it is a drama, opera, musical or dance drama, it consumes a lot of physical energy.

It is impossible not to eat at all.

Jiang Qi just asked Feng Zhiqiu on WeChat if there were any stalls nearby that were lighter and had longer operating hours.

"The Princess" starts at seven o'clock and ends not even before nine o'clock. Counting the time on the road, you can definitely get to a food stall before ten o'clock. There is no need to look for late-night snacks at this time, as the opening hours are slightly later.

also.

Feng Zhiqiu recommended to Jiang Qi a snack shop in an alley near the Fangyuan Theater. They said they served noodles, stir-fried vegetables and deep-fried dishes. They strongly recommended the small wontons, which were light and delicious.

Jiang Qi originally planned to take the troupe actors to eat wontons after taking off their makeup and packing their things.

Ms. Yao looked at Manager Zhu, but did not expose his lies, and said, "Mr. Zhu, would you please invite us local actors who have not performed on stage?"

"Of course you have to invite me. You decide the place."

When Manager Zhu said this, people in the room started discussing.

"Let's go to a porridge shop. I know there is a porridge shop nearby that serves very good seafood porridge."

"Is the hotpot restaurant still open at this time?"

"Haidilao is definitely open."

"Haidilao is too far away. It takes half an hour to drive there."

"I know a good barbecue stand."

"Okay." After hearing the various discussions among the troupe members, Ms. Yao stood up and took charge of the overall situation, "How dare you to say barbecue and hot pot. I really thought Feng Ling and the others wouldn't sing an opera tomorrow. They will be with us tomorrow afternoon.

There are two more shows the day after tomorrow in the afternoon.”

"If you ask me, just go to the place where we usually eat, the small wontons in clear soup. If you don't want to eat wontons, just eat something else."

Ms. Yao is the leading actress, so her words naturally carry weight. No one had any objections to her proposal, and it was unanimously approved.

"Okay." Manager Zhu clapped his hands, "Then just listen to Yao Shuang."

After everyone had taken off their makeup and packed their belongings, everyone followed Yao Shuang to the store she mentioned.

Fangyuan Theater is on the edge of the CBD. Everywhere you look is high-rise buildings. Many high-rise buildings are still brightly lit at ten o'clock in the evening. It must be that the 996 people who work overtime have not yet got off work. There are also many white-collar office workers on the road, and some are busy.

We walked hurriedly towards the subway station. Some people were chatting and laughing in groups of two and a half, chatting about what to eat next. They were probably going to have late night snacks.

The slightly dim light of the street lights, the colorful colors of the neon lights, the light full of resentment from the high-rise buildings and the faint moonlight illuminated the streets.

Yao Shuang led everyone along the way, away from the tall buildings, to a group of relatively low buildings, and finally turned into an alley.

The alley is quite lively.

They are all restaurants selling food, and there are many white-collar workers in formal suits, who look very reliable.

Jiang Qi suspected that Feng Zhiqiu was talking about the same store as Yao Shuang.

The shop is not small, it is quite big, with two floors, it is a noodle shop.

A husband-and-wife team, the couple looks to be in their thirties or forties, and there is a table of customers sitting in the store. As soon as Yao Shuang entered, she said skillfully: "Boss, can we have forty or fifty people here, can we sit down?"

"I can't sit down. It's not cold today. Let's sit some on the first floor and set up a few tables outside. The rest can sit next door. I'll talk to the neighbor next door, okay?" The landlady answered very skillfully. It can be seen that these things in Fangyuan Theater Actors like to come here as a group to have late-night snacks after get off work.

"Okay, we have a performance tomorrow, the boss lady remembers to take care of it."

"I know, it's light and not spicy."

Then everyone started ordering food. For those who have a performance tomorrow, they will basically order wontons, clear soup noodles and the like. This store sells a variety of things, and the menu covers a whole wall. Manager Zhu doesn’t have to go on stage, so he doesn’t have any scruples.

, ordered a beef offal stew for himself. Jiang Qi was a little full after eating the lunch box at night, so he only ordered a small bowl of wontons.

The couple in the shop got busy, and Manager Zhu went to a light food shop not far away to buy a batch of freshly squeezed juice. The clerk of the light food shop happily carried the small boxes and delivered them one after another.

Then Manager Zhu sat down and chatted with Feng Ling.

The conversation was very professional. Manager Zhu actually analyzed the drama "The Legend of the Princess" with Feng Ling. Later, the conversation changed from talking about the drama to talking about how the current drama should be reformed and get out of the predicament of being stuck in its own way.

At this point in the conversation, Feng Ling could no longer continue the conversation, so he had to call in reinforcements to capture Wang Xinghua, who was writing the playbook, and chat with her.

Wang Xinghua just took advantage of the crowds of people to buy something to eat along the alley. From fried rice, skewers, fried chicken, milk tea, pan-fried to egg-filled cakes, hand cakes, she passed by with an unfinished hand cake in her hand.

When the wonton shop was about to go to the Douhua shop on the other side, Feng Ling caught him on the spot and was forced to talk to Manager Zhu about the changes in opera over the years.

Wang Xinghua said that she didn't know the changes in opera over the years. She had been a ghost for many years, but she was an earthbound spirit. She was trapped in the theater and couldn't get out, so she didn't know what was happening outside.

Not to mention that her world is not the same as this world. Wang Xinghua could only answer randomly when Manager Zhu said it, as if she was a scumbag who was randomly checked by the teacher, and even the finger cakes in her hands became tasteless.

Jiang Qi was originally sitting at the table next to Feng Ling, but as he listened, he had moved the small stool to the table in the next store.

We happened to sit at the same table as Yao Shuang.

"Isn't Manager Zhu the manager of the drama department? Why do I feel like he understands opera very well?" Jiang Qi asked.

Yao Shuang nodded: "Manager Zhu is the manager of the drama department, but he started out as a drama actor."

"I sang in Shanghai Opera, and later changed my career to become a drama actor. After acting in dramas for a few years, I went to the entertainment industry to film movies for a few years. Don't look at it. Manager Zhu seems to have gained weight now. When he was acting before, he always played the role of emperor.

The drama says he was quite handsome when he was young."

"I heard from Manager Yang that Manager Zhu's family is from an opera family, and his parents are both old opera actors. If our opera department invites foreign opera troupes to sing, Manager Zhu always comes to watch. There is quite a lot of tension between our two departments.

Cooked."

After saying that, Yao Shuang sighed: "But in Fangyuan Theater, our two departments can be said to be one in the sky and one underground."

Jiang Qi could understand what Yao Shuang meant. Theater tickets cost twice as much as theater tickets. They were not in the sky and on the earth.

In the profession of an opera actor, apart from the illusory pursuit of art, the most important thing is money. Theater tickets are sold cheaply, and if the tickets cannot be sold, there will naturally be no money.

If you don’t have enough money to eat, how can you pursue artistic pursuits?

Jiang Qi stopped interfering with this topic. Jiang Qi looked around and pointed to a nearby store with lights on on the second floor, a locked door on the first floor and no signboard, and asked: "Is this a shop or a residence?"

Yao Shuang took a look and said, "I don't know, maybe it's a takeout shop, the kind where people live on the second floor."

The two chatted for a while, and then the wontons were served.

Each wonton is small and delicate, with thin skin and little meat, and is quite hot when steaming.

In addition to the wontons, there are also floating shrimps, seaweed, chopped mustard and a little chopped green onion in the bowl. The green green onion is really beautiful. Jiang Qi took a sip of the wonton soup. It was slightly salty and very fresh. He couldn't taste too much seasoning, which showed that the store's

The soup is specially prepared with care.

No wonder this restaurant has become the first choice for the actors of the Fangyuan Theater after work. It is light and delicious. If you walk here after get off work on a winter night and have hot wontons, it is indeed a beautiful thing.

After finishing the supper, Jiang Qi and the theater troupe returned to the hotel.

The hotel that Fangyuan Theater booked for the troupe is nearby. It is very small and not expensive. The environment cannot be said to be very good, but it is not bad. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Wang Xinghua has inspected it and found that the hygiene is up to standard.

Able to live.

Members of the troupe all share double rooms, and Jiang Qi, as the boss, has some privileges and lives in single rooms.
To be continued...