Chapter 179: Not Simple (Part 2)
"An Zhixia, why am I not being forthright in my words and deeds? Yes, our performance troupe needs you to create new programs, but we are fair in our trade, 500 yuan per program, no one is taking advantage of anyone. I treated you kindly and made sincere plans for you, asking your sister-in-law to transfer her household registration here first to reunite with you and your sister.
With two years of buffer period, with your ability, can't you find a stable job for your sister-in-law?
But you, I can't see your politeness and manners at all, you keep pressing an elder as if I am plotting something against you.
You can take the quota for the new students in the art troupe if you want! My title as the head of the troupe is not high, so I can’t help people with things, but I can tell you how to return to the city and how to drive you two back! "
An Zhixia laughed twice: "When it comes to politeness and manners, I really can't compare with you. You must be tired of pretending for so long, right? You are bossy and use your power to oppress others, this is how you are, Captain Shu. I just touched your sore spot, and you can't hold it anymore and bite back?
"Okay, Captain Shu, please take good care of yourself. Let's see whether you will drive us out of Kyoto first, or you will fall down from here first. Well, just like you said just now, you will fall the same way you climbed!" She stood up swiftly and strode out.
Director Shu was so angry that his eyes turned red and he was breathing heavily. He stood there for a long time with an uncertain look on his face. He couldn't stay passive and threatened all the time. She knew other touring groups, and the leaders were either not bold enough or couldn't offer An Zhixia a high price.
Furthermore, even if other touring groups dare to request An Zhixia's performance, she can still make people understand that the fat meat in other people's mouths cannot be snatched away easily!
Since everyone was already in Kyoto, she had to give An Zhixia some time to herself, so that the little girl would learn a lesson and know that she, as the team leader, would not be coerced by anyone!
After coming out of the office building, An Zhixia took off her woolen coat and put it on again. The bright red clothes turned black and did not stand out among the green girls.
She wiped off her lipstick in front of the mirror, changed her lip gloss, trimmed her eyebrows, and tied her ponytail into a neat bun. Her domineering look instantly softened, and she became a gentle woman.
"Hello, ladies. Which way is the cultural troupe going?" As she walked out of the office's field of vision, she smiled and asked the three girls who were arm in arm with a smile on her face.
When they heard that the pretty and soft girl was going to the art troupe, the three girls had strange expressions on their faces, and one of them even looked too pale. They forced a smile, pointed in a direction, and then ran away.
An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and sneered. It was indeed strange. She asked several groups of people in succession. Although the responses she got were different, they all had a strong perception of the art troupe. There were even two groups of girls who looked pretty and showed a little contempt for her.
Unable to dig deeper, she could only walk out with her bag.
"Hey, little comrade, here are your apples!" The security guard came out and held two apples in front of her with a chuckle. "We are all paid to do our jobs, we can't take even a single needle or thread from the people!"
An Zhixia pursed her lips and smiled, then took the apple and said, "Master, I'm thirsty. Can I go in and have some tea?"
"Sure, sure. It's boring for an old man to stay alone anyway," the old man smiled and invited her in. He then busied himself pouring another cup of tea and used an iron hook to stir the stove a few times to make the fire burn brighter. "Did you find Captain Shu? How come you came out so soon? Why don't you sit for a while?"
An Zhixia held the cup, sighed and shrugged, saying, "We didn't come to an agreement. Uncle, how is the cultural troupe of our Yongyi Performance Troupe?"
The old man's smile froze, "Young comrade, why are you asking about this?"
"Captain Shu wanted to arrange for my sister-in-law to go there, but he didn't tell me the details. I was unsure and didn't dare to agree, so I wanted to ask you." She looked at him expectantly.
"Comrade, I'm just a gatekeeper, I don't know much about the regiment's affairs," the old man waved his hand and sighed, "But," he lowered his voice reluctantly, "Comrade, if you have any connections, don't arrange for your sister-in-law to go there. That place is not a good place for girls."
An Zhixia's face turned pale and she stood up shakily, "Thank you, sir. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I'll give you a banner later." As she said that, she pushed the door open and walked out, her long legs moving very fast and full of anger.
The old man looked at her back and shook his head, "This good performance troupe has been messed up by those people, and ordinary girls have been cut off from the chance to go on stage." Out of the corner of his eye he saw an apple on the table, he quickly picked it up and chased after her, but where was that person?
When he came back, he found a pack of White Rabbit candy on the seat. He was a little amused and said, "This little girl..."
An Zhixia rode her bike all the way, heading straight for the black market. After parking the bike, she dressed up again and went to find Jing Xiaosheng, "Comrade, I want to buy information about the head of the Yongyi Performance Troupe, Shu, and the information about the cultural troupe!"
Jing Xiaosheng lowered his eyelids, slowly searched in his bag, and said:
"It just so happens that this Shu has been very popular in the past six months. Someone has checked him out, so I have the file here. If it were someone else, they might have to check it out now. After all, Kyoto is huge, and no matter how capable I am, I can't get a complete set of personnel files.
The art troupe in Yongyi Performing Arts Company is not simple. It is a huge cancer and cannot be touched. Just take a look at the information and don't act on impulse and seek your own death.
That's five dollars in total. Thank you for your patronage."
An Zhixia handed over the money with one hand and took three thin pieces of paper with the other, and thanked him in a hoarse voice.
She stuffed the paper into her bag and walked into the supermarket, looking for information as she walked out.
The history of Yongyi Troupe can be traced back to the Qing Dynasty. Its founder was a court musician. That musician cared about the country and led a group of colleagues and street performers to inspire soldiers in the rear with unique performances during the war. He also participated in many special missions and made great achievements in war.
Therefore, after the establishment of Xin Xiahua, the Yongyi Performing Arts Troupe also settled and grew in Dongcheng District.
With so many people, all kinds of desires intertwined, forming a cancer in the performance troupe of tens of thousands of people, which grew and spread day by day. The art troupe was the incubation base for the cancer, and anyone with a little background would not send their daughters to be new students.
But ordinary people don't know this situation, they just know that they can get a salary and enjoy benefits by joining the performance troupe, and these people become the huge base of new students in the art troupe. After two years, those with ordinary qualifications and unpopularity will be sent back home. Some good-looking and qualified people stay and become socialites, living a glamorous life during the day and colorful nights.
(End of this chapter)
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