Republic of China Tycoon Reborn

Xiang Danian was very happy: "Okay, I'll go back and ask to see who is willing to change jobs with us."

They saw off Xiang Danian, and then returned to the original Chen residence and now the Du residence. There was no talk all night. The next morning, Chen Junrong got up early and packed everything. She was going to visit the grave of her brother Chen Shichang. Du Yuesheng was Chen Shichang.

The legitimate disciple naturally wants to go there.

According to Du Yuesheng's wishes, not only the two of them, but also the people he brought this time had to go with him. Chen Shichang is his old man, so his people must also recognize this master. It's a good thing that he can take his people with him.

I went to Chen Shichang’s grave to express my condolences and let him know that I had not insulted him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Junrong objected to this: "Yue Sheng, I know what you mean. But today I just want to go quietly alone to see my brother. You should wait until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow when everyone is here

Let’s go together later.”

Du Yuesheng had no choice but to let Chen Junrong go alone. As soon as Chen Junrong was sent away, Zhang Xiaolin drove to Du's house. Then Du Yuesheng suddenly remembered that he had made an appointment with Zhang Xiaolin to go to the theater together yesterday.

After a short drive, we arrived at the Big World Club that Zhang Xiaolin had mentioned. The Big World is located on Jingbang New West Street near Yangjingbang, a small tributary of the Huangpu River that separates the British Concession and the French Concession.

Concession. Walking around here, Zhang Xiaolin inevitably chatted with Du Yuesheng about the various scenes of the killing of Yan Jiuling.

Du Yuesheng looked at the big world in front of him, with a flash of shock in his eyes. In the center, a hexagonal cream-yellow spire supported by twelve columns stood tall and slender, rising from the ground, particularly eye-catching and extraordinary. The main building consists of three four-story buildings.

It is composed of a group of buildings, two of which face east and west, and one faces south and north. There are also two auxiliary buildings, namely the movie theater facing south and north and the dance studio facing west and east. The centers of the five buildings are arranged concentrically.

Arranged in an arc, the imitation Western classical style is very obvious.

Zhang Xiaolin smiled and explained to Du Yuesheng: "Look, isn't it good? It has a complete theater, movie theater, bookstore, juggling stage, and Chinese and Western restaurants. There are geishas in the Republic Hall, high-altitude airships in the open-air square, and Western magic. Oh, yes, there are also

There is the Qiankun Grand Theater, which shows good...good American movies. You can't find these new things anywhere outside Shanghai."

"Hollywood." Du Yuesheng reminded Zhang Xiaolin with a smile. Zhang Xiaolin laughed: "Yes, you know better, that's the name. Hey, OK Yuesheng, after staying in that poor place in Sichuan for all these years, you actually still

Do you know Hollywood?”

"When you have nothing to do, learn more about culture. You are considered a well-known person in Shanghai. How can you not remember these names?" Du Yuesheng patted Zhang Xiaolin on the shoulder with an expression that he had seen before.

"We are going to the Qiankun Grand Theater." Zhang Xiaolin parked the car: "Originally, there are movies during the day and Peking opera at night. But aren't there famous actors today? The movie just made room for Peking opera. Yuesheng,

If you don’t like watching Peking Opera, how about we go watch something else?"

Du Yuesheng waved his hand: "The Peking Opera is pretty good, go and watch the show." He was tired of watching those so-called movies, magic and other stuff in his previous life. No matter how good the movies here are, no matter how sophisticated the magic is.

, how can it be compared to the era of his previous life? There is only Peking Opera, and my era may not be comparable to this era. Besides, Zhang Xiaolin seems to love watching Peking Opera, so how can he change the program randomly? Since they are two people together

Going out and having fun is of course secondary, the most important thing is to connect with each other.

"Xiao Lin." Du Yuesheng smiled softly: "You have been working hard in Shanghai for these years. It is impossible that you don't have enemies, right? If we don't take either of you with us and come out naked, aren't you afraid of being plotted against?"

Zhang Xiaolin laughed: "I have never provoked the kind of desperado who dares to openly kill people in a theater with thousands of people."

Both of them were wearing satin gowns, top hats, and soft-soled soap boots. The current leisure class in Shanghai only wear suits and leather shoes in addition to this kind of clothing. The difference between Du Yuesheng and them is that there is no civilization in his hands.

It's not a stick, but a folding fan.

A young man holding a civilized stick is of course neither fish nor fowl. But the fan in Du Yuesheng's hand is indeed eye-catching. Zhang Xiaolin's face was full of envy: "I have to buy a fan quickly. It's not just for cooling off, but just for appearance. Don't worry.

Say, when you shake your folding fan, it really looks like that."

Du Yuesheng laughed: "Shanghai people always have something in their hands, whether it's a stick, a fan, or an umbrella. I've been living quite happily in Sichuan in the past few years. According to local parlance, this is called living.

Comfortable. What do you do when you have nothing to do? Just think about tossing yourself. Don't underestimate this fan, it is also very particular. Don't you hear the old saying? Bra, belly, sedan crotch, blind matchmaker's shoulders, breasts and belly.

The Taoist leader has a green sleeve and the servant has half a fan, and the scholar has a bald back."

"What do you mean?" This was the first time Zhang Xiaolin heard Du Yuesheng's essay, which made him a little uncomfortable. In his eyes, Du Yuesheng's essay itself made him more curious than the content of the article.

"This is about the various professional ways of fanning. Look at me, fanning me on the chest, doesn't it look very elegant?"

"Are you still elegant? Don't put too much gold on your face. Why are you pretending to be an educated person?" Zhang Xiaolin teased him, and at the same time secretly decided that he would also fan his chest in the future.

Du Yuesheng shook his head: "Back then, we just licked the blood from the blade of the knife and fought and killed all day long. Of course we didn't care about this. Now that we are comfortable, we have to pay attention to it and don't let people say that we are rough guys. The entire upper class is here.

Pretending to be a cultured person, if we appear to be rough, it will be affected socially. If you don't pay attention, even if you are rich, you will be laughed at as a nouveau riche." Du Yuesheng smiled softly: "But this is only for those who are fine.

When it gets really hot, who cares where to fan? Of course, you should fan yourself to keep yourself cool."

Zhang Xiaolin thought thoughtfully: "You think a lot. After what you said, it seems that holding a paper fan is not just for show. Hey, I didn't expect that a small folding fan can be associated with social interaction and identity.

stand up."

The two of them walked all the way and entered the big world. Different from the imitation Western classical style outside, most of the places inside are authentic Chinese style. Zhang Xiaolin took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Hurry up, we'll be there soon.

It starts at nine o'clock, and it's half past eight now."

Zhang Xiaolin was familiar with the place, so they bought tickets and went to the Qiankun Grand Theater in the annex building. The Qiankun Grand Theater has two floors, and the auditorium can accommodate thousands of people. Du Yuesheng stood at the door and saw the eye-catching water sign at a glance

, the finale above was indeed Yu Shuyan. Du Yuesheng was not very familiar with Yu Shuyan, but another name shocked him. The name was clearly written below Yu Shuyan, occupying the second place: Mei Lanfang.