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Chapter 8 First Experience of Han Qiao

Han Qiao has his own thoughts on acting.

He roughly divided his acting skills into three levels: similar in form, similar in spirit, and subtle.

The resemblance does not have much understanding of the role. According to the director's requirements, he honestly performs the role in a good show without leaving the show. Most actors in later generations basically cannot even meet this most basic requirement.

When you reach the first stage, you must not leave the show, and your spirit must also be in line with the role. To achieve unity between the inside and outside the play, it means that you are similar.

In the performance, if you really think about the role and use micro-expressions and eyes to explain the role, the real performance is invisible, as if a person comes out of the play.

Han Qiao naturally couldn't achieve the first stage, but he also had his own method. People could not escape the five emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and sorrow. Han Qiao's method was to train his own emotional expression.

As for textbooks, watch movies!

Han Qiao thought it through and started to act. He first learned the emotion of "joy" and chose for a while. Han Qiao chose a more cheerful movie and figured it out.

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The next day, whenever Han Qiao had time, he began to observe everyone passing through the street.

Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.

In fact, even ordinary people are performing all the time, but this kind of performance is natural, so many times we will sigh: "I didn't expect that he is such a person."

Han Qiao focused on observing people's expressions. Many emotions were expressed at the beginning. When you are happy, your eyes will be shiny, and when you are sad, your eyes will cry.

Look, a child passed by the store, holding marshmallows in his hand.

The child's happiness cannot be hidden, and he jumps around and looks at the marshmallows from time to time. You can see that marshmallows are very important to him, so even if he jumps around, he still takes care of him carefully.

And the adults' happiness is more subtle, okay, Han Qiao didn't see it.

Instead, because of her hot gaze, the young young woman turned around and stared at her fiercely.

Seeing Han Qiao's handsome face, the young woman's face was blushing, and she pulled the child away slowly.

It makes a big sense, it's amazing.

Han Qiao retracted her head and cleaned up the countertop honestly.

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At noon, Xie Xiaoxiao rushed to the store in a hurry.

Han Qiao successfully bribed him with a cent lollipop yesterday. As the number one errand-running disciple under Boss Han, Xie Xiaozi was very tactful and saw Han Qiao open his mouth and shouting: "Brother Han, Brother Han, this is today."

Han Qiao took the white paper and looked at it. It was pretty good. At noon today, twenty people ordered meals, sixteen dumplings, four noodles, and the noodles were added by Han Qiao in the morning.

Han Qiao cooked the dumplings and noodles with ease, took four more bowls, put them in the bucket, and trotted to start today's business.

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The time of struggle passes very quickly, and in a flash, it will take sixteen days.

At noon that day,

Han Qiao prepared orders from three chess and card rooms as usual.

In fact, Han Qiao has saved more than 300 fast money in the past sixteen days, thanks to his inclusion of the third chess and card room in the scope of food delivery.

Of course, the contact staff of the third chess and card room is also Xie Xiaozi. Han Qiao paid him a salary of fifteen yuan a month and made three meals.

Xie was happy to follow Han Qiao's butt all day long. This kid was pitiful and had no father.

After sixteen days, Hanqiao's data analyzed and found that the order of lunch at three stores every day was about fifty servings, and a little less at night, only forty-six servings, so Hanqiao had to prepare more at noon.

After a while, Xie Zi sneaked out of the street.

When he ran to the dumpling shop, Xie Xiaozi pulled Han Qiao to the shop, his eyes rolled: "Brother, I have important information. When I came out just now, the owner of the fast food restaurant in front was discussing with my mother."

"I heard from the fast food restaurant owner that he can give it to him, and he can give my mother a share of money."

"Brother, you have to thank me. I brought the water out of the tea room and deliberately slid the boss's pants."

Thank you boy, ghost spirit.

Han Qiao felt happy and almost made a great filial piety.

Touching Xie's head: "Good, I won't love you in vain."

"Brother, what should we do? Should we kill us back?"

Han Qiao told the child a few days ago that the magical version of Nezha: "What kind of style is fighting, killing, and killing? What should I do? Sweet and salute."

“Where is the order today?”

"This." Xie Xiaozi curled his lips and took out the wrinkled homework paper from his pocket.

Han Qiao looked at it and said, "Good guy, there were only twelve people who ordered food. It seems that Xie Xiaozi's ghost spirit has also inherited the ghost spirit."

Han Qiao prepared twelve dumplings as usual, and this time he didn't have to put them in a bucket, and he carried them openly in his hand.

Han Qiao did not run this time and walked slowly towards the chess and card room.

The result was not beyond his expectations, and it was even a few days later than he thought. He originally thought that the boss of the chess and card room should have gone out to contact him long ago if he had so much extra money for the empty space.

If Han Qiao wants to continue doing it, there will naturally be a way, which is nothing more than establishing a platform similar to a mold group in later generations, from a small workshop to the prototype of the company.

But he was not interested. He had already made enough money in these sixteen days, and it was time to leave.

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Having an idea in his mind, Han Qiao's pace was a little faster.

The chess and card room is still the same, with smoke scattering and the sound of mahjong.

After Han Qiao distributed the takeaway, he collected the money. Boss Xie stood at the door, leaning against the counter, smoking, and squinting his eyes at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao walked to the counter: "What's wrong, sister, this is something I'm worried about!"

Boss Xie gave Han Qiao a blank look: "You kid and my son are both brothers, and I don't know what I'm going to say yet!"

"Actually, Boss Xie, my son and I are both talking about each other. Although he calls me brother, I am still making up for his lack of fatherly love in private."

"Tsk tsk, I have a thief but no courage." Boss Xie spat a puff of cigarette at Han Qiao and shook the ash: "To be honest, don't be poor. I promised the fast food restaurant owner that he will give away all the takeaways in the store in the future."

"This is a good thing." Han Qiao smiled. Boss Xie was not bad, and it was not easy to pull his son. Han Qiao also understood it.

"Sister, this is noon today, please collect it." Han Qiao counted and took out today's delivery fee dividends.

"Is this my sister?

Boss Xie did not charge this money, and Han Qiao did not force her to turn around and gave her son a red envelope.

When I returned to the dumpling shop, the old man and the old man were entertaining guests.

Han Qiao asked, and the other two chess and card rooms did not order food at noon today, and they also understood in their hearts.

I didn't tell the old man and the old man that in the past sixteen days, the old man and the old man were exhausted. They didn't expect this small restaurant to make money, just drove it to pass the time.

Han Qiao felt guilty when he tied the two elders to the chariot.

In the evening, the dumpling shop saw off the last guest.

The aunt sat on the stool, pounding her hands and asking Han Qiao happily: "Boy Han, why didn't order food in the chess and card room today?"

Han Qiao kept tidying up the stove: "I have made a lot of money these days. After thinking about enough, I stopped delivering food there."

"You kid, where can you make money? Will you still have to marry a wife in the future?" The aunt was a little angry and her waist stopped hurting. She straightened up: "The bride price for marrying a wife is expensive now. If you don't make more money while you are young, there will be no girl who will marry you in the future."

Han Qiao put down the rag in his hand, walked to the aunt, and gently pounded the aunt's shoulder: "Auntie, I'm so handsome, I'm afraid my wife will give me a bride gift in the future."

"Hahaha, you guy."

The aunt laughed so much that she laughed and patted Han Qiaoshou: "I have no prospects, and others will give you a bride price, so I won't be able to eat a soft meal."

Han Qiao laughed at the aunt, and the old man smoked a dry tobacco and said, "Are you planning to go to Hengdian?"

The store suddenly became quiet.

The aunt looked back at Han Qiao, her eyes were moist.

Han Qiao sighed. He had lived for more than 30 years in his two lives, but he still had no habit of being separated. He smiled at the aunt: "Otherwise, I am a god-like man, and I can calculate."

Han Qiao walked up to the aunt and squatted down to look at the aunt: "Auntie, boy Han, thank you for your care for the past ten days, otherwise I would starve to death in Jinhua."

Thinking of getting along for more than ten days, Han Qiao felt very moved. He didn't act, so he felt naturally uncomfortable: "There are so many takeouts every day during this period, and I see you and the uncle are tired. Now I have enough money, how can you suffer?"

The aunt was also very uncomfortable. She remembered her son abroad and left her like this, holding Han Qiao's hand: "You want to go to Hengdian, the aunt is supportive. When you encounter unhappiness in the future, even if you come back, the aunt will always have dumplings here."

Everyone has emotional needs, needs love and needs to be loved.

Han Qiao said a long time to the aunt, and after setting the time, the aunt went to make dumplings for him.

"Donuts go home and go home"

The old man put down the dry tobacco in his hand and didn't have that much emotion: "I have a senior brother in Hengdian who also runs a restaurant. If you go, find him. Locals have acquaintances and it is convenient to do things."

"I will write you an introduction letter. With my friendship with him, food and accommodation will not be a problem."

This was even thought about Han Qiao's back path. Han Qiao felt the warmth and his eyes turned red again.

"The dumplings are here."

The aunt brought the dumplings and placed them on the dining table. The old soup made of chicken soup was filled with tender green green green onions.

Han Qiao did not refuse, picked up the chopsticks and tasted them carefully.

She cried while eating.

This is the best dumpling he has ever eaten since his rebirth.

Under the orange light, three shadows were mottled on the ground.

(End of this chapter)