Fu Yue returned to her original residence, rented a small house near Paramount, and Wen Liang was already facing the situation that she could not pay the rent and would be kicked out soon.
She sighed silently.
Thinking of her dignified Fuyue, when did she encounter such embarrassment
Without money, there is nothing to play.
She touched the purse in her hand, it was the one that Sheng Yun stuffed for her just now, it was thin, it seemed to contain bank notes and some broken silver.
Fu Yue took it out to take a look, and froze in place.
In addition to the pieces of silver, there were also two banknotes with huge denominations in the purse.
How big is the denomination
Enough to buy a jewelry store.
Fu Yue rubbed her eyes to make sure she read correctly.
"..."
She had a weird look on her face.
That person Sheng Yun...wouldn't have given her all his belongings, right
bride price
Fu Yue coughed lightly, shaking the thoughts out of her head.
She put away the purse, only took the broken silver inside, and was going to buy some food first, and by the way, she told the boss of Paramount why she hadn't been there for so long.
Backstage at Paramount.
After explaining to the boss, the other party just waved his hand casually, expressing that he knew, seeing the boss like this, he knew that he didn't care whether a small actor in the original body was there or not.
Fu Yue sighed slightly.
This also shows how neglected the original body is.
As usual, she sat in front of her dressing table, and took out the costume and makeup tools.
Start applying makeup.
Regardless of whether there is a play or not, you still have to prepare first.
Now she only has this job, so she can only continue to work for a living.
Because she is poor.
The kind who are too poor to eat.
Fu Yue sighed again.
…
This time, in the middle of the performance outside, the boss hurried in and glanced at the crowd backstage, as if the chief eunuch was drafting a girl for the emperor.
Seeing Fu Yue, the boss' eyes lit up, and he pointed at him with one hand.
"You, you go to the stage and sing."
"Why don't you hurry over here? Today is Mrs. Bo's birthday. Come to our Paramount to listen to the opera. Wen Liang, please sing well. As long as the old lady is satisfied, the benefits will be indispensable to you."
Fu Yue was taken aback.
Mrs. Bo
Isn't this Bo Sijin's scumbag mother
So, Bo Sijin is here too
Realizing this, Fu Yue couldn't help frowning.
She really doesn't want to go through the plot.
But now she is forced to make a living (that is, poor), she has to bow her head, bow down for five buckets of rice, and drive ducks to the shelves to perform.
…
on stage.
The actor in Tsing Yi flicked his sleeves, and the dark red and light green figure was swaying gently. The actor had a graceful figure and his face was painted with bright oil paints. It was impossible to see his face clearly, but just by looking at his figure, he could tell that he was a stunning beauty.
Wen Liang has a good voice.
She is a girl from the south of the Yangtze River, and she speaks with a graceful sense of Wu dialect.
There were some people sitting under the stage, headed by a young warlord. The man was dressed in a military uniform with a handsome appearance. He wore a long black cape on his shoulders. A thin golden chain hung from the belt of the military uniform, reflecting a metallic luster.
Fu Yue only took one look at him, and knew that it was Bao Sijin's scum.
Sitting next to him was an elderly lady, probably Bo Sijin's mother.
Of course Fu Yue didn't want to attract this person's attention, quietly acting like an emotionless singing machine.
She sang, she sang, she sang on.
…
After singing.
Fu Yue, who was supposed to step down, was stopped.
"stop."
The voice is cold, for details, please refer to - the male protagonist of the early Republic of China Ba Zongwen.