Chapter 211
"Madam, this customer is so weird. He really won't let us sisters get close to him." In a corner of the brothel lobby, a brothel girl in traditional clothes complained to the madam in a low voice, glancing at the only table set up in the middle of the lobby, fearing that one of the sisters would catch his eye.
"You are a little weird, but you are generous. I am not partial in calling you all out. If any of you can serve this customer well, you will definitely be able to count the money while lying down." The madam really wanted to leave a good impression on this customer. The traditional gentle type, the Western and open type, the mature and charming type, and the young and immature type were all called out by the madam because of the old man's generosity.
"The songs of Qinhuai are heard everywhere, and the talents of the Eight Beauties are as beautiful as the autumn colors." She is dressed in a blue-white long gown, playing the pipa, and speaking in the soft Wu dialect that makes your bones numb.
Lu Daju was excited for a moment. He had heard this piece of music (Qinhuai Eight Quatrains) which was very famous in later generations. He had always listened to the recorded version. It was the first time he heard it sung live. It really had a unique flavor. Fortunately, he remembered the lyrics, otherwise he could only listen to the soft words and didn't understand what was being sung in those soft words.
"(Liu Rushi) Beautiful words flow in the cup, singing and dancing are elegant, such scenery knows no sorrow, a new song and a pot of wine, fleeting light and shadow pass through the sleeves among the flowers."
Lu Daju closed his eyes and clapped his hands to the beat. The girls he invited to accompany him didn't dare to make a sound and just listened to the sisters singing on the stage.
"(Li Xiangjun) Ten miles of mist and rain, lanterns and flowing water, the grand court and feast remain the same."
The voice was so gentle and lingering that it went straight to the bones. The madam sighed that the skinny horse from Yangzhou that she had bought at great expense turned out to be the tomb of a hero in the land of pleasure.
The madam was impressed by her own wisdom. She felt someone else entering the building and turned around and smiled, "Sorry, we have a distinguished guest who has reserved the place today. Please come back later."
After saying this, he looked at the person who came and was stunned for a moment before he realized: "Oh, isn't this the legendary Yuan Caidie, Boss Yuan? A rare guest, I didn't expect Boss Yuan to come to the brothel to play."
Who doesn't know Yuan Caidie, the celebrity in Jiangcheng recently? All the girls of Lao Li are jealous of her. They all work in the lower class, so how could this person be so lucky? She is just a little kid who popped out from some remote corner, but with people supporting her and giving her a lot of gold and silver, she will become a famous actor in Jiangcheng.
"The small building is drunk with spring flowers, the troubled times are like a dream, a wisp of fragrant soul is scattered for half a lifetime, the sound of the piano expresses deep love before it becomes a tune." The girl in green on the stage sings with deep emotion.
Just as he was immersed in the soft Wu dialect, Mr. Lu, who had excellent hearing, heard the three words "Yuan Caidie". His heart skipped a beat and he immediately opened his eyes and looked towards the door, not knowing what he was feeling guilty about.
He really didn't hear wrong. The person standing at the door was Yuan Caidie. Uh..., he felt even more guilty. This was his wife's great-grandfather, his great-grandfather. Although even his grandfather was nowhere to be seen at this time, it was not good to visit a brothel in front of his elders.
Lu Daju was still in a mess with his random thoughts. Yuan Caidie confirmed the people inside and frowned slightly with some displeasure, but she had no other thoughts. Visiting brothels was a very normal thing in this era. This industry was legally recognized, and the people behind it were probably bigwigs or even the one run by Mayor Jiang.
Yuan Caidie nodded to the madam and said, "I'm here to look for someone." She pointed at the old man who was surrounded by flowers in the lobby.
Madam: “?” This newly rising Mr. Yuan came to their brothel looking for someone? Look at the person in the lobby again.
A line suddenly formed in the madam's mind: Yuan Caidie was brought up by someone, and it takes gold to support someone, and gold means having money. Oh, she knew who this young man who came to her house in the afternoon was.
The glasses of the madam, the legendary financial backer behind Yuan Caidie, began to glow, as if she saw a glittering mountain of gold.
Although they were all in the same business, who wouldn't envy the sponsor behind the Xinyue team recently? They all wanted to get in touch with them. Now that this person was in their building, it was an opportunity. If they could take advantage of this opportunity, it was possible that this sponsor would be interested in bringing out a top actress.
The madam believed that the money spent on supporting a top courtesan was not as much as that spent on supporting a famous actor.
She watched Yuan Caidie walk in and sit next to the gentleman. She immediately made up her mind, put on a warm smile, and moved closer.
"It's great that the two gentlemen know each other. Let the girls serve you well and make you feel at home." Without waiting for anyone to say anything, the madam clapped her hands and shouted, "Girls, show your skills. Mr. Yuan is an expert in the opera world. Don't let him look down on you."
The giggles and the various styles of the girls' laughter, how many people here are not smart and perceptive? Turning his glasses, he roughly understood the meaning of Lao Bao's painting. First, it mentioned Yuan Caidie as a newly popular celebrity, and then thought of the old man who showed up at the wrong time, and naturally thought of the financial backer behind Yuan Caidie.
How could she not be tempted at this moment? Not to mention marrying into a rich family and being redeemed as a wife or concubine, even if she was just made the most beautiful woman in Jiangcheng, her worth would not be what it is now.
Naturally, everyone showed off their skills and talents, with overt seduction and covert flirting, without stopping for a moment.
Yuan Caidie is also a person who knows how to appreciate singing. When she sings a soft and timid little song, he can listen to it to about 80% of the time. Before listening to the lyrics, he listens to the music first, like the constant rippling of water. Every time she plucks and plays the strings, it is like the lingering sound of love.
"A cup of turbid wine floats on the green bamboo, and three ounces of lotus cup are spent with lowered eyes." When the poem begins, her beautiful eyes are lowered, and the corners of her lips are raised, always containing some tenderness and pain, which makes people feel pity, especially the people who are swept by her beautiful eyes, who become even more attractive.
The madam observed the two guests calmly. This was their specialty, but it attracted many regular customers.
Yuan Caidie listened to three or four lines and said: "The vocal technique is all right, but it has too much of a worldly air."
The madam pursed her lips. Of course, she couldn't argue with the customer. She thought to herself, isn't this nonsense? This is a brothel, not a place of debauchery. What's the point of a brothel? Of course, you are noble and noble, like a white lotus on the stage, but don't you have people behind you to support you?
He made a comment and looked at the person next to him who seemed to be fascinated by the song: "It seems that the ditty really suits your taste. No wonder you can't listen to my opera."
"Ah?" Lu Daju picked up the wine glass and took a sip, trying to hide his embarrassment, but still answered the question honestly: "Everything is fine, everything is fine."
The answer sounded perfunctory: "Oh, then tell me what's good about it."
"Well, it's good because everything about it is good." Lu Daju said this without thinking. After this person came in and sat next to him, he didn't listen to what was being sung. He couldn't understand it in the first place and relied entirely on the lyrics he had memorized before. He couldn't understand it even more because he wasn't paying attention. Who knew what was good about it?
Yuan Caidie was so angry that she laughed. If it was someone else who didn't get along, they would have walked away long ago. But this person, with his special status and various reasons, said: "I wonder what Mr. Lu really likes to hear. It would be helpful for mortals like us to broaden our horizons."
When Lu Daju split from his original body again, he might not have separated out his emotional intelligence, and only separated out a base number of his IQ. He didn't understand the meaning of the words at all, or he didn't care at all, so he still answered the questions well.
He thought for a moment and said, "I like to listen to more intense music, such as rap, electronic music, and cyberpunk music."
Yuan Caidie.
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"You all sing too softly, not at all energetic." Lu Daju also likes to listen to ancient style songs, but ancient style songs and this kind of real ancient opera singing are two different things. If you don't like it, you don't like it.
Mei Niang, who was diligently pouring wine, hesitated for a moment before interjecting, "Sir, are you talking about the dance hall in the Great Demon City?"
There are several rental communities in Shanghai. As an international city, everything is at the forefront of fashion. No wonder this gentleman looks down on the performances of the girls in the building. He is indeed from a big city.
Dance hall - Lu Daju dug out this word from his memory. It was a word that really had a sense of the times. In Lu Daju's memory, dance halls should have been replaced by disco KTV bars long ago.
The generation gap is quite large.
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