bookcurios Chapter 265 He Cheng has not slept yet
Chapter 265 He Cheng has not slept yet
He Cheng found a new dress today.
Today is the day when he goes on stage to tell stories.
Originally there was no such opportunity, and he begged his boss for a long time.
The boss asked what the story was.
He Cheng said it was a story about family feuds, and the protagonist was a woman who was both wise and brave.
The boss shook his head after hearing this.
"Old He, I'm not trying to discourage you, but if you tell this story, don't worry about whether anyone will listen. It's good enough if the people below don't chase you off the stage."
"What's there to talk about when a woman lives in the harem? It's too shameful to be on the stage. Your perspective on stories is getting more and more backward."
"You used to look down on this and that, but now I see that the story you told is not as good as those books."
He Cheng hurriedly organized his words to explain and handed over the book.
"Brother, I have known you for so many years. Don't you know what kind of person I am? How many books can I read after all these years? I would rather read old books ten thousand times than read those that I don't like."
"Believe me, you will love this story once you read it."
The boss sighed for a while and said, "I'm not trying to throw cold water on you. No matter how interesting your story is, it's not presentable. When people hear that the protagonist is a woman, and it's about a woman's life in the inner courtyard, they will rush to chase you away without giving you a chance to speak."
"No matter how good the story is, it has to be told. You don't have the chance to speak. This..."
He Cheng said, "So I hope that brother can give me this opportunity. As long as you can let me go on stage, as long as you can let me go on stage, it will be enough."
Ji Dafu was still hesitant. If it were an ordinary person, he would have definitely rejected it outright, but he and He Cheng had known each other for so many years and they had some friendship.
Not to mention that it was he who brought the restaurant’s former glory.
Over the years, He Cheng has never shown any special interest in any new script.
If it was any other story, he would let He Cheng tell it boldly.
But he really felt that there was nothing much to tell about this story.
Ji Dafu already has a wife and concubines at home. When he was young, he was often troubled by the issues concerning his wife and concubines, but now that he is older, he no longer has to worry about them.
In his opinion, stories with women as the protagonists were nothing but love stories and were not very original. And stories about women in the harem were unheard of.
When ordinary people hear this, they will deny it in their hearts.
He Cheng handed the book over and said, "Brother, if you really can't trust me, why don't you read the book yourself? If you still think the same way after reading it, then I will accept my fate."
Ji Dafu wanted to say that he was not very interested in the book, but when he met He Cheng's pleading eyes, he accepted it anyway.
That’s all.
I really can't bear to see this, so give it a chance to go up.
After going up once, I gave up.
...
I'm really dead.
But he was the one whose heart was dead.
Ji Dafu finished reading a book with his eyes open late at night, and his wife's snoring was deafening in his ears.
He tossed and turned, his mind full of how the heroine would deal with the people later.
Why can't you just say whatever you want to say? Why do you stop talking halfway?
Why on earth did it stop here?!
Damn He Cheng, he lets me read the book but doesn't give me an ending, and I'm leaving him here to fish!
"If you roll over again, I'll slice you up and throw you to the dogs."
His wife's powerful voice rang in his ears, which frightened Ji Dafu so much that he apologized repeatedly.
He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the snoring sound started again.
Ji Dafu punched the pillow lightly in anger.
I closed my eyes and tried to lull myself to sleep.
After a while, he got up from the bed, dressed neatly, and ran to He Cheng's house in the dark.
When I got to the door, I knocked hard.
"He Cheng, He Cheng, I know you are at home."
"If you can show me the script and not give me the follow-up, then you can open the door!"
"I know you're not asleep, open the door!"
He Cheng was woken up while sleeping soundly. His head was dizzy and his steps were unsteady.
Ji Dafu chuckled, "I knew you weren't asleep either."
He Cheng:……?
If you were not my boss, I would bury you in the dark.
...
He Cheng collected his thoughts, straightened his clothes, and walked slowly onto the stage.
"Oh, it's Mr. He who's on stage today. What old story is he going to tell us again?"
"How about someone else? I can recite all the stories that Lao He tells. They haven't changed in all these years. It's really boring."
He Cheng smiled and said, "Everyone, please be patient. I have a new story for you today."
"Hey, it's really amazing that the old stubborn donkey is willing to tell a new story."
"Have you found some new good story?"
"What kind of story could possibly catch your eye?"
Ji Dafu was sitting backstage flipping through a book, with his huge dark circles under his eyes being particularly eye-catching.
"Dad!" A tall man sat down next to Ji Dafu, "What were you doing last night? Mom said she didn't see you when she woke up this morning."
Ji Dafu glanced at the people around him, then quickly looked away.
"Why are you out again? If your mother finds out, she will punish you again."
"You are a girl, why do you run around dressed as a man all the time?"
Ji Wanyan scratched her ears and immediately lost interest in Ji Dafu's strange behavior. Fearing that she would be caught and lectured again, she just patted her butt and left.
Like any other guest, she found a seat and sat down at random.
Their business is really not as good as the restaurant opposite. The seats opposite are always full, while on their side, there are only a few people sitting sparsely at the bottom, and most of them are old customers who are familiar with the place.
Ji Wanyan felt that in addition to the fact that she was severely hurt by the conspiracy back then, another reason was that her father simply did not know how to adapt.
If you are too honest in business, you will be eliminated.
In addition, perhaps because he had been suppressed for too many years, her father's will became somewhat depressed. He gradually lost the will to struggle and just lived a life of mediocrity.
He Cheng above cleared his throat, feeling the gaze from below, his hand holding the folding fan trembled slightly.
Not nervous, but excited.
It was also the excitement of finally being able to make the treasure he had stumbled upon known to the public.
But he was also a little worried that he wouldn't be able to tell an interesting story.
He encouraged himself to relax as much as possible. He had been practicing at home for many days and was sure he would be able to tell a good story.
Just about to open my voice.
The door was violently pushed open, and the guests below turned their heads.
"He Cheng, come out!"
The waiter hurried forward and said, "A few guests..."
Before he could finish his words, he was pushed away by someone. If Ji Wanyan hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground.
Three or four people came, led by the lackey who was thrown out of the bookstore that day.
He arrogantly shouted at He Cheng to get out.
Ji Wanyan frowned and stepped forward, "You guys are from the restaurant across the street, right? Why are you coming here to cause trouble instead of just doing your own business?"
The lackey spat on the ground and said, "Where did you come from, you pretty boy? Why would I bother with He Cheng? This is my account with him."
"If He Cheng doesn't kowtow to me and apologize today, I will smash your shabby store."