Chapter 122 The Chief Auxiliary of the Qing Dynasty (Part 1)

At this time, on the stage downstairs, a young girl was singing the Beijing-rhyme drums. The opera was obviously newly compiled, talking about the death of Cao Cao. Although his singing skills were a little immature, the opera was compiled very well. He heard the old men in the audience shaking their heads without any dissatisfaction.

When the little girl sang the play to Cao Cao's suspicious tomb, a small commotion occurred in the lobby below. Xu Changqing opened his eyes and looked down. He saw an elderly man slowly walking into Guanghelou with the help of a young man. Although the old man had thin face and a listless expression, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world. Even though his body was hunched over, his steps were still steady. It was obvious that he had experienced the craftsmanship when he was young.

After the old man came in, all the officials in Guanghe Building all came out and went up to greet him. The old drama fans sitting in the lobby seemed to know the old man and stood up to greet him one after another. Surrounded by the group, the old man walked to a carefully arranged lobby teahouse at the corner of the lobby. The large mahogany chair was covered with a layer of soft velvet cushion, and the dishes and teapots on the table were all antique jade. An old and experienced tea master had already sat next to the table and carefully brewed tea for the old man. The boss of Guanghe Building shouted loudly to ask the famous Shexi Liancheng Shexi Opera.

Xu Changqing seemed to know the old man surrounded by everyone, with a mysterious smile on his face, then called on the young man who ran past the door of the fairy hall, took out a very broken iron plate from the sleeve, and handed it to the young man with two taels of silver, asking him to hand it over to the old man. The guy hesitated for a moment, but in the end he could not resist the temptation of money. He quickly stuffed the two taels of silver into his arms, and walked downstairs with the iron plate toward the old man.

"You old, what kind of play do you want to listen to today? I'll go and ask the backstage to prepare." The boss Guanghelou smiled flatteringly, lowered his head, and hugged his waist, looking like a full slave.

"There is no need to make a deliberate arrangement, just let them choose the show themselves. Sometimes casual scenes are much better than the breaking show." The old man took a sip of tea, leaned on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and the young man behind him gently slapped him in the wind. Then he waved to the people around him and said, "Everyone has dispersed! Always surrounded me, an old man, it is not good for others to see."

"Okay! You always listen to the opera slowly!" Everyone around them also knew the old man's temper and turned around and left. The boss of Guanghelou ordered a few smart lobby managers to serve him, followed him to run to the backstage, and asked the backstage to prepare the Dingjunshan, the old man's favorite view.

Seeing the boss leave, the young man next to the chair told the manager to step back a little, but smiled and said to the old man: "Old man, it seems that this person is going to be in the backstage to prepare for Dingjunshan again. Sanbao was a little puzzled, why is he always so sure that you like the drama Dingjunshan?"

"Some people just like to guess others so self-righteously. Those who think that the young like to look at Jin Pingmei, and those who are old like to look at Dingjun Mountain." The old man showed a disdainful sneer on his face. At this time, he saw something that seemed to have happened not far away. He pointed at that point and turned to order: "Sanbao, go see what's going on?"

"Yes." The young man walked forward, and at this time he heard the lobby manager teaching a friend a lesson: "Can you see a cat or a dog like you? You don't think about what your identity is? You deserve to be within ten feet of the old man!"

When the young man saw the guy with a panic look on his face, he couldn't help but think of his previous experience, and felt a resonance in his heart. So he stood behind the lobby manager and sneered: "I really want to know what rules did you set for our old man and what kind of person should you meet our old man?"

Hearing the sudden sound from behind, the lobby manager was startled, and quickly turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Sanbao, look at what you said, how dare someone with my status set some rules for the old man?"

"When you speak in the future, don't say anything if you think of it!" The young man looked at him coldly, turned to the young man and asked, "What do you want to see my master?"

"Someone asked me to hand over this iron plate to the old man." The young man with his head down cursed Xu Changqing in his heart, complaining that he had caused him to be scolded for no reason. When he heard the young man's question, he immediately honestly handed the iron plate in his hand to the young man.

The young man took the iron plate and looked at it with a little confusion. He found that there was nothing special, but the words Wujing Jushi were engraved on the iron plate. The young man was still very clear about the title Wujing Jushi. It was a self-deprecating nickname that the old man in his family was frustrated in his early career. So he told the young man not to go away, then turned around and walked to the old man with the iron plate, told the matter, and handed the iron plate to the old man.

At the beginning, the old man didn't see the iron plate clearly. When he put on Western eyes and looked carefully, he showed a hint of surprise on his face. He then stood up suddenly. Regardless of the support of the young man, he quickly walked to the young man and asked anxiously: "Where is the person who gives you the iron plate?"

The guy was obviously frightened by the old man's posture and didn't think of how to answer for a while. It was not until the old man asked impatiently for a second time that he said, "When you say, the man who gave me the iron plate is in the Laurel House upstairs."

"Reward him one hundred taels! It's counted on my account." The old man ordered the manager next to him, then turned to the young man and said, "Help me up."

Seeing that the old man became so abnormal, the young man couldn't help but feel very curious about the person who handed the iron plate. He supported the old man with both hands and walked upstairs quickly to the outside of the Guijiao room. At this time, the door was open and he looked inside and saw a single-gang businessman sitting in the room. Judging from his body shape and momentum, he must be a trainee. When the old man saw the person sitting inside, he was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of disappointment and regret flashed in his eyes.

Xu Changqing had already guessed the old man's reaction, so he smiled and said, "Does the old man, don't you know me, the old man?"
Chapter completed!