The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

Gao Junxin stayed in the hospital for three days and spent more than 20,000 yuan. The medical insurance reimbursed a large part of it, costing over 5,000, which was less than he thought.

"You are recovering well. Remember not to exercise vigorously during this time." The doctor instructed: "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the doctor as soon as possible, and remember to return to the doctor."

"Okay, we remember it." Cheng Fulin asked, "Doctor, what should I pay attention to in my diet?"

The doctor answered very carefully. Knowing that they are a group of children who have left their parents and ventured into the world, they are much more patient.

Gao Junxin actually wanted to leave for a long time, but the other children listened very seriously.

The children are sensible and take care of him together. This is really sweet, but also a bit of a headache.

He was not allowed to do anything that was not conducive to his recovery, and the children thoroughly followed the doctor's orders to the end. If he wanted to move a little by himself, he would be pushed back to the bed and forced to rest.

Fortunately, I am now discharged from the hospital and freed.

*

After the children in Tianxi Class had chatted with the doctor and got the discharge certificate, Gao Junxin left the hospital accompanied by his junior and younger siblings.

It's not summer yet, but the weather in Nanjiang is already very hot. The noon sun was particularly vicious. Cheng Fulin and a few boys called the shots and put Gao Junxin, Sanyuan, and the four girls in the class into a taxi, and they insisted on taking the bus.

Half an hour later, everyone reunited at Nanjiang Wharf.

The door of the theater was not closed, and the ground was full of mess.

Broken seats and benches, burnt outfits, fragments of teapots and bowls on the ground, blood stains, and the smashed Tianxiban signboard, the water sign for the program...

Seeing this scene, the forgotten memories suddenly became clear.

The smiles on the children's faces gradually faded, and they wanted to cry very much.

Those who beat people were caught, and the mastermind behind the scenes was also brought to justice. But their home, their theater has been destroyed.

Gao Junxin instructed Lancao, the oldest girl in the class, to bring all the younger children upstairs, and took photos of the scene with Cheng Fulin and took statistics of the situation.

"The theater should maintain the status quo first." Gao Junxin instructed.

One world, one law, you should consult a lawyer on how to operate a civil claim in this case.

The damage caused by the other party is still preserved.

"Aren't we going to sing?" Cheng Fulin looked sad.

Do you not sing for now, or will you not sing in the future? He was afraid that the troupe would be disbanded.

"I can't sing for the time being." Gao Junxin didn't hide it from his junior brother: "We still have 20,000 yuan left, and we can barely survive the lawsuit in the past few months. Besides, I'm old enough to go out and earn money. Sing. But when the compensation is in place, we can reopen. At that time, we will find a new venue, order new costumes, and start from scratch!"

"I can also go to work!" Cheng Fulin said. He is 16 years old and can work part time.

"You have to stay. The big ones are gone. It's not safe to leave so many small ones, and the bluegrass can't be seen, so I don't feel relieved." Gao Jun gently advised: "Besides, the basic skills of the small ones are not solid, you Also help to see more."

Although Cheng Fulin is impulsive, he has the advantage of listening to persuasion.

Gao Junxin is right, he must stay for the sake of Tianxi Ban. But in this way all the financial burdens have to be carried by the senior brother alone.

In fact, with Gao Junxin's ability, he can survive well in any troupe he goes to. If he does not sing Sichuan opera, he will have a bright future. But he stayed and took them, a group of people who had no home and no future, to persevere...

"Senior brother, you've worked hard." Cheng Fulin secretly wiped away tears.

Gao Junxin rubbed his junior brother's head and drove him upstairs.

The living expenses of 20,000 yuan cannot be moved, and a lawyer must be hired to file a lawsuit. He has to earn the money himself.

He has a way to make quick money, but he was not very willing to do it before. Had to do it now.

Gao Junxin opened the address book and found the phone number of a man named Meng Chuan.

The phone rang once and it was connected.

"Xiaojun, why did you think of calling me?" Meng Chuan's rough voice was full of joy. Gao Junxin's voice made him feel happy.

Meng Chuan is three years older than Zhou Yuanfu, and he used to be Gao Qingxiu's best partner. Zhou Yuanfu took over the Tianxi class, and Meng Chuan left. The two were born out of alignment.

Although the person left, Meng Chuan kept in touch with Tianxi Ban, paying special attention to Gao Junxin.

He had gotten along well after leaving the troupe, and he always hoped that Gao Junxin would do things with him. But Gao Jun didn't want to, and he didn't persuade him much.

Gao Jun said straight to the point: "Uncle Meng, I have encountered some difficulties. I want to ask, do you need my business here?"

"You figured it out! It's great!" Meng Chuan was ecstatic: "I have someone who is more worried than a big business!"

This is true, and if he can't find the right person, he can only push it to others.

"When?" Gao Junxin asked.

"Starting at six o'clock tomorrow night, are you still at Nanjiang Wharf?" Meng Chuan asked.

Gao Junxin: "Well."

Meng Chuan: "Then I'll pick you up at four o'clock in the afternoon. You're ready, put on a little makeup, and don't let people recognize you."

*

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Junxin, wearing makeup and a wig, appeared at the door wearing a simple dress and high heels.

What a graceful and slim girl.

Meng Chuan watched for a long time before he recognized Gao Junxin. He only let Gao Junxin put on a little make-up as a disguise, and didn't let him wear women's clothes directly.

"Xiaojun, you are..." Meng Chuan could not find words to describe.

"Isn't it like a girl?" Gao Junxin's pseudo-voice was clear and sweet, sounding unmanly.

Playing all kinds of women all year round, his figure and his behavior have no flaws, and the disguise of his voice is even easier.

"Like!" Meng Chuan gave a thumbs up.

The two didn't talk much, and it was important to catch up on business.

Meng Chuan's Toyota car drove Gao Junxin all the way out of the city, picking up a few musicians halfway.

There are young people with Western musical instruments, and there are old men with Sichuan Opera gongs and drums and huqin.

Everyone greeted each other, said hello, and had a simple rehearsal in the car.

It took an hour and a half to reach the destination.

Longhuagou Funeral Home Anqing Hall.

This time, Gao Junxin took over the business of "singing the dead man's board".

The funeral service industry sounds unlucky, and ordinary people are unwilling to do it. But this industry makes money, and the money comes quickly. Just this time, Meng Chuan gave him 10,000 labor fees.

At six o'clock in the evening, the music started.

Meng Chuan took the lead as the emcee to announce the start of the mourning ceremony.

After reciting the deeds of the deceased, he recited an emotional and tearful eulogy.

The children supported the old mother and gathered in front of the spirit to take a last look at the deceased, and the children bowed three times.

Then, the mourning party began, and Gao Jun sang the farewell song in a mournful heart.

Pop songs, folk songs, operas, no matter what type, just sing them in a way that makes people cry.

To sing longing, sing sorrow, sing tears. The more sad you sing, the more you can reflect the grief of the living.

The special thing about this family today is that the widow of the deceased ordered a Sichuan drama "Three Sacrifices to the River".

The Sichuan Opera "Three Sacrifices to the River" tells the story of the Three Kingdoms. Sun Shangxiang, the master of Soochow County, heard the bad news of Liu Bei's death and came to the riverside to mourn. After the priests passed Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, Sun Shangxiang threw himself into the river and died.

"Three Sacrifices to the River" is a classic repertoire that integrates Kunqu Opera, Huqin, Tanxi, and Gao Opera, and is a pure singing performance. Basically, all the actors in Sichuan Opera can sing this one, but it is difficult to find someone who can sing well in the funeral service industry.

The appearance of Gao Junxin can be said to have solved Meng Chuan's urgent needs, so he was very happy to give money.

Sure enough, the eighty-nine-year-old lady was very satisfied, and she packaged two big red envelopes in one play.

Singing funerals is very profitable, but not so much money. Bands and singers start at six in the afternoon and perform until six in the morning.

Although there were also singers in the middle, Gao Junxin also sang with smoke in his throat.

Finally, the time came, and the deceased was sent away in a lively manner. This trip is over.

Hard work was rewarded. The family of the deceased gave him five big red envelopes in one night, each of 10,000 yuan.

"Receive the red envelope yourself!" Meng Chuan said, "it is my company's rule that tips are all the singer's own. Of course, such an opportunity is not something you can come across."

This line of business makes money, especially Meng Chuan has gained a reputation for many years of business, and customers are basically introduced by old customers, most of them are wealthy.

Some customers are loose and generous, and the 50,000 red envelopes are considered small, but there are also those who do not give money, and there are iron roosters who can’t sing well and deduct money.

In short, it is not easy to do any industry or industry.

Meng Chuan asked, "Xiaojun, how long are you going to work? I can take over the business for you."

"At least a year." Gao Junxin estimated.

Until the troupe reopens and turns a profit, "Dead Man's Banban" will have to go on and on.

*

The body that had just been discharged from the hospital stayed up all night, and Gao Junxin was also a little overwhelmed.

Back to the theater, up to the second floor.

The girls followed Lancao and babbled while Cheng Fulin guarded the boys to practice basic skills.

Gao Junxin yawned: "Alin, remember to call me at noon."

"Okay! Senior brother, go to sleep." Cheng Fulin was worried all night, and basically didn't slept. Seeing his senior brother come back, he was relieved.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, an uninvited guest came to the door.

Two men in suits and ties appeared accompanied by a gray-haired old man.

"I'm Zhang Huilan's father, and I want to talk to you about compensation." The old man smiled and looked very kind.

Zhang Huilan is not a good person, so his father will definitely not be a good person. His brain is so simple!

"The issue of compensation will be discussed when my senior brother wakes up!" Cheng Fulin turned back and whispered to Lancao: "Go up, don't disturb senior brother."

Lancao nodded and silently led the children upstairs.

Cheng Fulin held a wooden stick and blocked it on the stairs, looking like a hero who sacrificed himself to protect his family.

The old man laughed and gave a thumbs up: "Young man, you are proud! The old man admires you very much."

Cheng Fulin didn't talk to him, his eyes were full of vigilance.

Lancao and Cheng Fulin didn't plan to wake up senior brother, but old man Zhang became impatient after waiting for ten minutes.

The two men behind him shouted their names loudly, awakening Gao Junxin from his dream.

Uninvited guests came to the house, how could he sleep peacefully?

After a little grooming and grooming, I went downstairs to meet the guests.

The old man Zhang still smiled kindly. He said enthusiastically: "Don't be afraid, child, I'm here to solve the problem. My unfilial daughter made a mistake, and I, the father, should take the responsibility."

Gao Junxin also put on a business smile: "Sir, how do you want to solve the problem?"

"I will give you one million, you give up the prosecution, we are private." Zhang old man said.

Gao Jun asked calmly, "One million?"

"The decoration fee of the house, the money for the costumes, props, and furniture, your medical expenses and spiritual compensation." Zhang old man said: "Baby, I am very sincere in solving the problem."

Cheng Fulin patted Gao Junxin on the shoulder, he was very excited. He didn't want Gao Junxin to agree!

Gao Junxin held his junior brother's hand and said nothing.

The old man continued to perform: "You sign a settlement agreement, and I will give you one million cash immediately. I have the money ready!"

The man in the suit opened the suitcase, and a box of red notes was particularly dazzling.

"Come on, let's take a look." The old man Zhang took out a settlement agreement and handed it to Gao Junxin, his smile deepened.

Gao Junxin accepted the agreement with an expression on his face, without reading a word, he tore it into pieces like lightning and threw it on the ground.

"Old man, how much Zhang Huilan should pay depends on the court's decision." Gao Jun smiled and told Cheng Fulin: "Alin, it's time for dinner. The old man must be hungry, so we won't leave anyone."

Gao Jun is chasing people.

Cheng Fulin held a stick to chase people away.

"Humph! Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink!" The old man's face changed greatly, he scolded a few words, turned around and left!

"Senior brother, it's beautifully torn! We want the compensation we deserve, and the extra money doesn't look good, and he doesn't want to buy us!" Cheng Fulin snorted and held his head proudly.

The idea of ​​a child is simple, Gao Jun sighed inwardly.

"Old man Zhang is not trying to buy people, but is digging a trap to trap people." Gao Jun thought.

"Trap? What trap?" Cheng Fulin didn't understand at all.

Gao Junxin explained patiently: "If we decide to be private after receiving the money, he can turn around and sue us for extortion and put us in jail too."

In reality, there are too many cases of greed for petty gain and bad luck.

"It's too insidious!" Cheng Fulin was a little scared, but fortunately his brother was smart, he saw through this disgusting routine.

Cheng Fulin's respect for his senior brother rose to a new level.

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Singing the dead man's zibanban is a derogatory term for funeral concerts in Sichuan and Chongqing. Like playing mahjong in Lingqian, it is a regional funeral feature. Now it is not allowed to do it in the community, because the noise is too loud.

Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 in the middle of the breeze;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Floating Dreams in Yuan; 1 bottle of Shadow Small-Sharp;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!