Chapter 1
After arriving at the store in the afternoon, Jiang Qi announced to everyone that Wang Xinghua would become their colleague.
One advantage of working in a script-killing shop is that if you don’t want to, you don’t have to reveal your full name to your colleagues. After all, everyone uses a stage name at work.
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 didn't give themselves stage names, but familiar guests all called them Teacher John and Uncle Huang/Mr. Huang.
After lunch, Jiang Qi took Wang Xinghua to buy a mobile phone and helped her apply for a phone card and register for WeChat. The first thing Wang Xinghua did after getting the new phone was to download the shopping app and then add items to her shopping cart with a total price of 790,000 yuan.
All I can say is that we should always have dreams, what if they come true? Anyway, Wang Xinghua is a ghost and she can live as long as she wants.
"Hello everyone, I am a fellow villager of Qinghe, we are from the same village, you can call me Xinghua, this is my nickname." Wang Xinghua, who was wearing Wang Erya's autumn clothes, smiled politely and said to everyone.
Wang Xinghua is taller than Wang Erya. She wore loose pajamas last night and it didn’t look ill-fitting at all, but today she is wearing normal autumn and winter clothes and it is obvious that they are too small.
Although both of them look the same and look malnourished, Wang Erya is truly malnourished, while Wang Xinghua is a sickly person 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 sickly white, and her clothes didn't fit her well. Just by looking at her appearance, people could imagine her tragic life story.
Of course, no one asked, and new colleagues on their first day at work were somewhat restrained. Jiang Qi guessed that in a few days Liu Lan would not be able to resist the curiosity and would ask Wang Erya about Wang Xinghua.
There is no need to make up Wang Xinghua's life story, just use the original one.
She was born prematurely with congenital defects. Both her parents are opera performers. She has a high school education. Her parents died in a car accident when she was in her second year of high school. She had no money to go to college, so she started working after graduating from high school. She was one of the fellow villagers of Wang Erya who helped her to make silk cords. When she heard Wang Erya say that Xinghe Script Society was in urgent need of an employee who could sing opera, she came to apply for the job.
According to company tradition, new employees need to demonstrate their talents to everyone after joining the company.
For example, Qin Can performed the Chaotiandeng on his first day at work, Huang Fugui showed off his vegetable noodles, Old John demonstrated his cleaning skills, Wang Erya showed off her sweet mouth, Beiru showed off her beauty, Cai Min showed off her naivety and her willingness to eat, and the one who resigned before even starting work demonstrated his skills in fighting in the workplace.
Wang Xinghua naturally showed her singing skills to everyone.
Come to think of it, Jiang Qi had never heard her sing.
When Wang Xinghua heard that someone actually asked to listen to her singing, she was extremely happy. After all, since she turned into a ghost, everyone who had heard her singing was scared to death and thought it was haunted.
"What kind of play do you want to listen to?" asked Wang Xinghua.
This question stumped everyone.
Everyone looked at each other, and read the words "opera novice" from each other's eyes.
If there are elderly people in the family who like to listen to opera, you may have listened to opera on the radio when you were a child. Jiang Qi’s grandparents died before he was born, and no one in the family liked to listen to opera. When he was watching TV as a child, he would usually not stay on the opera channel when he switched channels.
It can be said that his only knowledge of opera is probably the "Birds on the Trees in Pairs..." in Huangmei Opera.
Huang Fugui did listen to the opera, but he was worried that what he knew did not belong to this world.
"Xinghua, just sing a passage that you are good at." Huang Fugui said with a smile.
"Okay." Wang Xinghua thought for a moment, "Then I'll sing my dad's...my dad's favorite, 'The Execution of Su San'."
"Su San left..."
As soon as Wang Xinghua opened her mouth, her voice changed.
Her voice was originally a little thin and shrill, so in my memory it was especially sharp when she was angry, but when she really started singing, the sharpness became gentle, and her voice even sounded somewhat melodious.
It is one thing to repay the debt with all emotion but no skill, and it is another thing to perform the opera with both emotion and skill.
The singing without any instruments makes Wang Xinghua's voice seem even clearer.
Originally, Jiang Qi had rarely listened to operas, and he never listened to operas. This was because when he was a child, he always felt that the singing in operas was mumbling and some of the words 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 opera, he would definitely prefer to fight with Jiang Bing for control of the TV remote control to watch cartoons or TV series.
Although he doesn't listen to opera, it doesn't mean he can't tell the difference between good and bad singing.
For example, the song sung by the young lady at the previous exhibition was really ear-torturing.
The sound is sharp, testing the boundary between breaking and not breaking, making people want to change the channel.
Xingzi's performance last night was the kind that you can listen to if there is really no good drama to watch. After changing all the channels, you can consider stopping at this channel and do other things while the sound is on.
The feedback from guests last night was mostly similar, average, no mistakes, but not amazing.
At this moment, Wang Xinghua's level is probably the kind that would make Jiang Qi, who was a child, rush to change channels to watch the TV series broadcast on time. When he passed by this channel, he stopped for a few seconds after hearing the sound. After listening to a part, he remembered that he was going to watch the TV series, and wanted to change the channel but was reluctant.
The simple summary is.
Sounds good.
It sounds really nice.
If Wang Xinghua could rely on her singing skills to perform on the flyover, she would probably not starve to death, and she might even make a small fortune.
Wang Xinghua is an honest person. She will sing the part she is told to sing and will never sing more than that.
After singing a section, Wang Xinghua looked at everyone eagerly, waiting for their feedback. Everyone, as if awakened from a dream, immediately responded with thunderous applause.
"It sounds good!" Liu Lan couldn't think of any words of praise and could only applaud wildly.
"That sounds great." Others echoed.
Wang Xinghua raised the corner of her mouth proudly.
"It's a pity that you don't go to sing, Xinghua." Beiru praised.
"I can't learn because of my poor health. I can show off my skills, but I'm exposed when it comes to real skills." Wang Xinghua has a clear understanding of her own level. "My father said that he doesn't expect me to make a living by singing opera. I can't do anything else with my health. He always wanted me to study hard and get into a good university in the future."
Liu Lan, a poor student, was moved by what he heard: "This is 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 to 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 dad meant that it's easier to find a rich man in college, so he wanted me to find a rich man to marry and rely on him, so that I can live a comfortable life without working for the rest of my life."
Everyone: ???
The tears of emotion that Liu Lan almost shed dried up immediately.
Wang Xinghua continued: "So now I don't expect to marry a rich man (all of them are dead anyway), I just hope that one day I can empty the shopping cart."
Liu Lan thought about it and chose to encourage: "Come on, I believe you can do it."
Jiang Qi glanced at Wang Xinghua's shopping cart at noon and roughly knew the total price: ...
He thinks not.
"It's already past two o'clock, Lanlan, Cai Min, I remember you two have scripts at 2:30, hurry upstairs and prepare the room." Jiang Qi said, "Beru, you take Xinghua upstairs to rehearse the performance. Xinghua will be responsible for all the scary parts. If you have any good ideas, you can also tell Xinghua, don't worry about not being able to complete them."
"Okay." Beiru nodded and pulled Wang Xinghua to get the book.
"Xinghua, my name is Beiru, you can call me Beiru or Beike." Beiru introduced herself with a smile.
"Sister Beiru, you look so pretty. What color is your lipstick? I've seen a lot of lipstick colors online, and I think they all look good, but I don't know what effect they actually have when applied on the lips."
"I am good at putting on makeup. I have several lipsticks of different colors in my makeup bag. How about I try them on you later?"
"Okay, okay, I just used it secretly before...ah, no, I used it once or twice, and it felt weird on my lips."
Beiru chuckled, probably thinking that Wang Xinghua had secretly used her mother's lipstick: "I brought a full set of cosmetics. Do you want me to help you put on a full makeup later?"
"Really? That's great. I've never put on full makeup before. Thank you, Sister Beiru." Wang Xinghua was so happy that she almost couldn't control herself and floated up.
"Cough cough." Jiang Qi coughed twice, signaling Wang Xinghua to restrain herself. Just now, she almost couldn't get back up because her feet almost left the ground.
Wang Xinghua stamped her feet uncomfortably. She was not used to walking on the ground after floating for a long time. She took Beiru's arm affectionately and said, "Sister Beiru, do you like listening to opera? I can actually sing other songs. How about I go upstairs and sing a few more for you later?"
"Xinghua, why are your hands so cold? Are you not wearing enough?"
"My hands have always been this cold. The doctor said I have insufficient blood and qi, so my hands and feet tend to be cold."
"Sister Beiru, can you recommend me some cosmetics brands? I want to buy cosmetics, but I don't understand the recommendations and reviews on the Internet. What is the use of highlighter?"
"I'll recommend it to you later."
The two went upstairs.
Jiang Qi felt that there would be a few thousand more dollars in Wang Xinghua’s shopping cart soon.
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