roccoschili Chapter 145 Investment in the Drama Club
Chapter 145 Investment in the Drama Club
In the cold drink room outside the art school, Wencai and Ouyang Han each had a bottle of Dutch water.
The two people drink in different ways. Wen Cai drinks directly from the bottle.
Ouyang Han poured Dutch water into a Jingdezhen blue and white tea bowl and then sipped the tea carefully.
Dutch water is soda, which cost fifty cents a bottle when Wencai was a child.
In the summer, when I was thirsty while riding my bike home from school, I would use a bottle opener to unscrew the iron lid, drink big gulps of wine, and then burp.
The heat in the body is discharged with the cool air, and the whole person feels cool instantly.
Dutch water in the Republic of China was still 50 cents a bottle, the same price as later generations, but the purchasing power of money differed a hundred times.
Fifty cents is equivalent to one hundred yuan in later generations. Lieutenant Li could earn enough money for a bottle of soda even if he was unlucky and sweaty all day.
What does it mean to have a drink that costs one hundred yuan a bottle? The middle class in later generations would feel bad if they spent fifty or sixty yuan on a cup of coffee at Starbucks.
Therefore, it was quite reasonable for Ouyang Han to drink soda from an exquisite blue and white porcelain tea bowl with a sense of ritual.
"What should we do about Qiu Bai? Should we send him away from Beiping, Qingcheng, or Tianjing?"
Ouyang Han took a sip of the soda, which was sweet, cool and refreshing.
"Don't move for now. I guess the train station is full of Feng Laogou's spies."
It was already October 1936, and the Japanese invasion of Shanghai was getting closer and closer.
The activities of traitors and running dogs are becoming more and more frequent.
Now Wencai’s Taoist profession has been trained to level 8, and he is strong enough to deal with Feng Jingyao.
"Also be careful of the Hongkou Dojo. According to internal information from the patriots, many Japanese martial arts masters came after Akutagawa's death. Each of them has extraordinary skills and is very powerful. According to a patriot living in Hongkou, one day he saw a Japanese soldier in the dojo who could spit fire."
Wencai is the enemy of the Hongkou Dojo. When a master comes to the dojo, he will definitely deal with Wencai. Ouyang Han kindly reminds him when he hears the news.
"Okay, I'll go to the Hongkou Dojo in a couple of days to see what these devils are up to."
At this time, Wencai had three major enemies in Shanghai: the traitor Feng Jingyao, the Hongkou Dojo, and the Wang Puppet Regime.
Wencai ruined Feng Jingyao and Yumiko's evil plan, and Feng Jingyao was determined to find out the real culprit behind it.
After killing Akutagawa, Hongkou Dojo will also take revenge.
The Blue Shirts Society's spies took the blame for Mr. Yi's death. The Wang Puppet regime did not suspect Wencai for the time being, but that was only a matter of time.
In short, these three forces are all pawns of the Japanese in Shanghai. If they want to let Wencai go, Wencai is willing to let them go.
After talking about national affairs, Ouyang Han changed the subject and said, "I want to open a drama club. Are you interested?"
"Interest? What do you mean by interest?"
"Money, investment. I don't have money. I want to start a drama and perform some national dramas about the war of resistance. Now the devils have made a lot of movies and novels, trying to glorify the war of aggression against China and publicize their Bushido spirit. If this continues, our people in Longguo will be brainwashed. I can't make movies, so I said I would start a drama club to promote the national spirit."
Ouyang Han said.
The school originally had a drama club, and sometimes they would rent a theater to perform plays, but recently the president of the drama club, Kuang Yumin, has been focused on joining the Blue Shirts Society and has no time to perform plays.
In the words of Kuang Yumin, performing a hundred anti-Japanese war dramas is not as great as killing a traitor.
In fact, the reason why some people become traitors is that greed for money is one thing, but the most important reason is that they have no confidence in the nation. They think that Longguo is not as good as Guiguo, that the national army will definitely be defeated, and that Longguo will sooner or later be occupied by the devils just like the Manchus entered the Pass.
Using the topic of the War of Resistance against Japan to stir up the nation's spirit and reduce the number of traitors is also a way to eliminate them.
Ouyang Han is an artist. He can't fight or hold a gun. His only weapon is art.
Performing a drama to express the cruelty of the Japanese invaders and their atrocities in the occupied areas was also a way for Ouyang Han to fight against the Japanese.
He also has several performing talents, such as Wang Jiazhi and Lai Xiujing, and last month he discovered a beautiful woman with great temperament and acting talent.
Everything is in place, except for the money.
So when he met Wencai, Ouyang Han asked for money.
"How much does it cost?"
Wencai asked after hearing Ouyang Han asking for money.
"Five thousand dollars less, ten thousand dollars more."
“Where did the money go?”
Wencai asked while looking down on Ouyang Han.
When looking for someone to invest, at least write a project plan and then invite a few beauties from the drama troupe to do some bidding. No one should ask for money right away.
He's really become stupid from reading too much and doesn't know any rules at all!
But think about it, most of the beauties in the drama troupe are Wang Jiazhi and Lai Xiujing.
He has slept with all of these people, so there is no need for Ouyang Han to act as a matchmaker.
We mainly rent theaters. Ours is a patriotic drama and the ticket price is one cent. Our goal is to promote patriotism. We don't make money so we don't negotiate a share with the theater. We can only rent the theater for the entire night.
“Is there a suitable theatre?”
"I've picked a small theater that can hold about a hundred people."
"More than a hundred people, that's too small!"
"We were performing a patriotic play, but the Grand Theater refused to rent it to us for fear of offending the Japanese and traitors."
"How is Languan?"
Yesterday, Wencai casually flipped through the property certificates in the safe, and one of them was the property certificate of the Languan Grand Theater.
"How is this possible? The Lanting Theatre is the largest theatre in Shanghai, seating several thousand people. It is now in the hands of Ding Li, who is the dog of the great traitor Feng Jingyao. There is no way he would rent it to us to perform a patriotic drama."
"It's okay. Just get ready. I'll help you negotiate the profit sharing. You don't have to pay the advance rent for the entire venue."
If someone else said this, Ouyang Han would think that he didn't want to invest and would leave immediately.
But Wencai said that Ouyang Han still believed it to some extent.
Could it be that he persuaded Ding Li to surrender?
Could it be that the rescue of Lu Qiubai yesterday was also a collaboration with Ding Li?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
People like Ding Li love money, women and themselves, but they can never love their country.
Ouyang Han instantly thought of a possibility, but then rejected it. He blew on the ice soda in the blue and white porcelain bowl again and felt that the legendary Dutch water didn't seem to taste very good.
After taking a sip of soda, he said, "Okay, if I can negotiate for you to go to the Lanzhou Pavilion, then it won't cost much. There are also some costumes and props for the performance, and there won't be much miscellaneous things. I can figure it out myself."
"Here's five thousand dollars. Make the costumes and props more beautiful and elegant. Have you chosen a name for the drama club?"
He took out a big paper bag filled with colorful banknotes.
The two have known each other for a long time, and Ouyang Han is not surprised and has become accustomed to Wen's ability to take things out of thin air.
It is reasonable that the Taoist priests of Mount Maoshan have magical powers.
It would be unreasonable to carry a few wrenches with you.
Ouyang Han gathered the purse into his arms and said, "Let's get started. Xinmin Huaxia Drama Club, abbreviated as Xin... Hua..."
Before he could finish his words, Wencai hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "No, no, brother, don't call me by that name."
"Okay, now you're the boss, why don't you name it?"
"The light of a firefly can illuminate the wilderness. Although the light is tiny, it can become a torch thousands of feet high. In my opinion, we should call it the Firefly Society!"
"What a great sentence! Although the glow of fireflies is tiny, the 400 million tiny fireflies can not only become torches, but also become the blazing sun, burning to death all the traitors, running dogs, cruel and evil spirits."
The more Ouyang Han pondered over these four sentences, the more heroic he felt.
Wine!
In this situation, only the terribly hot shochu can match the passion and heroism.
Ouyang Han was so angry that he stood up, picked up the tea bowl full of soda, and clinked glasses with the soda bottle in Wencai's hand.
Then drink up the bowl, strong... no, it's ice soda.
After drinking a bowl of ice soda, Ouyang Han found it extremely sweet and hard to drink.
How can something so expensive taste so bad?
Wencai frowned as he watched Ouyang Han drink soda, and said, "Brother Ouyang, next time you drink soda, don't pour it into the bowl. It won't taste good if the soda runs away."