klisemfg Chapter 38 Yiping can't sing, I can sing
Chapter 38 Yiping can't sing, I can sing
"Yiping, put on your makeup and go sing. You have to sing as many songs as the guests want to hear. After you finish singing, go down the stage and toast to the boss, okay?"
Now that they had fallen out, Master Qin Wu started to speak rudely.
"I sing."
When Yiping heard that Mr. Qin Wu still asked her to sing, hope arose in her heart again.
As for the five rules, just ignore them all.
"Ms. Yiping can't sing."
Wencai naturally couldn't let Yiping sing.
He has the most contacts with gangsters and knows how they force people to submit.
Today I'll let you sing one more song to save the situation.
They say an important person is coming tomorrow and asks you to say hello.
The day after tomorrow, it’s toasting, drinking with others, and finally going to bed.
How many celebrities in later generations were forced into a path of no return step by step in this way.
Therefore, Wencai would not ask Yiping to sing.
"Don't think I'm afraid of a Maoshan disciple. Either you don't sing today, or you don't sing at all in the future."
Master Qin Wu was excited.
Wencai's face remained calm, but he was already estimating the strength of both sides in his mind.
"Poisoning is no longer effective. Although I am very strong, I am not good at close combat like a martial artist. The only useful method is mental combat, but we are too close now. If I shoot a flying knife, Qin Wu can still cut my throat even if he gets stabbed."
Wencai calculated and felt that the opponent was very close, and the skills he had were no match for Master Qin Wu.
Taoist priests are not weak either, but they are only suitable for playing dirty tricks.
In close combat, between life and death, warriors are still respected.
Yiping said, "You guys go ahead, Fifth Master, I'll sing, and I'll toast after I finish."
In this situation, Yiping was not worried about herself, but she was afraid that she would implicate Wencai.
"No, you can't sing. I'll sing if you want."
Wencai's words came out of his mouth without him even knowing what he was saying.
"You sing? You sing? Interesting, a grown man wants to come to Shanghai to sing. Okay, I'd like to listen."
Master Qin Wu was suddenly amused by Wencai, and for some reason he agreed.
When Wu Ye smiled, the whole atmosphere relaxed.
"Yes, I will sing."
Now that he had said it, Wencai decided to go ahead with it.
"I'll wait for you outside."
Master Qin Wu smiled and walked out the door.
There was a commotion backstage at the Grand Shanghai, but Red Peony was still singing on the stage.
"Hypocritical, hypocritical..."
Hong Mudan’s singing was also good, but it was too Shanghai-style.
The songs in nightclubs are all the same, just like the faces of later stars. Singing one song feels like listening to dozens of them.
It's boring and empty, and only for those who haven't seen the world.
Although Boss Zhu calls himself a country boy, he owns five coal mountains and looks down on Shanghai local tyrants like Qin Wuye.
In troubled times, human life is as precious as grass.
When the Japanese invaded the Republic of China, banknotes were just paper.
What is the most expensive? Guns, rice, coal, iron, copper...
I wish the boss came to Shanghai this time just to have fun, sleep with socialites, and sleep with nightclub stars.
He fell in love with the white rose at first sight.
Now he just wants to use it as an investment and asks Master Qin Wu to lend it to him for a few days.
Anyway, all the innocent beauties in these nightclubs are the same.
Uncle Qin Wu said he was going backstage and was gone for a long time.
I wish the boss wasn't angry either.
"I think Lao Qin is trying to convince White Rose. We'll have some fun tonight."
Just as I was thinking about it, Master Qin Wu came out from behind.
"White Rose is feeling a little uncomfortable, so I invited some interesting people to sing. I hope Boss Zhu won't blame me."
"White Rose won't sing. Old Qin, you have a better little beauty in your hand. No way, is there anyone better than White Rose?"
I hope the boss doesn't believe it.
Master Qin Wu didn't know what to say.
At this time, after Hong Mudan finished singing a song, the staff behind the scenes reminded her to leave the stage, and someone took her place to sing the next song.
"The White Rose is finally giving up its principles."
Hong Mudan sighed. Why didn't she be a principled person back then?
After Hong Mudan stepped down from the stage, the curtain slowly rose.
A man with slightly curly hair, wearing a light gray suit and looking old walked to the center of the stage holding a microphone, a little uncomfortably.
Yiping stood on the side of the stage, watching Wencai walk towards the stage, feeling very uncomfortable.
"He was willing to be a clown in order to protect me."
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Wencai came to the stage. No matter before he traveled through time or in this life as Uncle Jiu's disciple, he had never sung on the stage before.
During this period, he met Feng Jingyao, Long Si and the Twelve Thousand Kings, and also owned a big casino.
Even when he was on the stage, he did not show any stage fright.
"What's the big deal? It's just crossover singing. In their past lives, Jack Ma and Wang Dafu have both sung on stage before."
"What are you singing? Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, not good!"
"I learned to sing Little Enemy from Yiping. This song is too girly and shy. I sound like a pervert when I sing it."
After much thought, it seems that there are no popular songs in Shanghai nightclubs that are suitable for men to sing.
The songs in Shanghai nightclub are suitable for beauties with fiery red lips, charming shoulders and floor-length red dresses, who dance and sing.
Man, it's a joke for a mature-looking man like him to sing the songs of Great Shanghai.
Suddenly, a song he had heard in his previous life came into his mind.
“Just sing this one.”
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The audience below the stage looked at an ugly old man who suddenly came on stage and stood there with the microphone in his hand, at a loss as to what to do.
For a moment, there was an uproar.
"What's going on? There's no one in Shanghai anymore, so call the old man mopping the floor."
"What is Master Qin Wu playing?"
"White Rose, we want to listen to White Rose sing."
The audience was talking about it, and Master Qin Wu was embarrassed.
"I shouldn't have let this person sing. Isn't this a joke on business? This is nothing. Boss Zhu is going to be offended."
Uncle Qin Wu turned around and wanted to apologize to Boss Zhu.
But Boss Zhu was staring at the stage in a daze.
"Old Qin, I can't believe you're so amazing. You can even invite Uncle Jiu's disciples."
"Uncle Jiu's disciple? Who is Uncle Jiu?"
Master Qin Wu was surprised.
The man just now claimed to be a disciple of Maoshan. He knew Maoshan's Qin Wuye, a group of people who pretended to be ghosts.
However, from what I just read, it seems that someone who can use his inner energy to heal others must have some skills.
"Old Qin, you must be kidding, Uncle Jiu, this is Heavenly Master Lin Jiu!"
"Please teach me, I really don't know what the eighth uncle and ninth uncle are."
"Hey, Lao Qin, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you have to go out and see the world. You can't just stay in Shanghai and be a local boss. Uncle Jiu is..."
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The more Yiping watched, the more painful her heart felt, and Wencai acted like a clown on stage for her.
"I'll go up and sing!"
Yiping was about to go on stage to replace Wencai.
Sudden.
A low, magnetic voice slowly sounded.
"I've never been so intoxicated before. I'd rather you make me lose my soul."
Wencai took the microphone and sang the song he had heard in his previous life.
After singing a line, he raised his head and looked at Yiping on the side.
Yiping was shocked and slowly chewed over the lyrics.
"Never tried intoxication."
"Infatuated, infatuated, already drunk, it means love reaches the right time, just like being drunk."
"Brother Wencai, he is indeed infatuated with a certain woman. He was looking at me just now. Is that woman me?"
"Looking at you makes me lose my soul! This sentence means that seeing me has given him the power to dream."
"I never thought he liked me so much, so infatuated with me."
"This line is really well written. Intoxicated, dreamy, what a great line! It is much more profound than the straightforward "You are a little fool" in my poem. "
Yiping felt very confused.
"Even if this is totally wrong, I don't want to face it..."
Every word of the lyrics struck Yiping's heart.
Remember more about your infatuated love!
In the audience, there was a man who had just broken up with his lover and came to Shanghai to get drunk. He had an untidy beard and messy, unwashed hair.
He reeked of alcohol and kept shouting, "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps..."
Life is confusing, like Shanghai at night, with no direction.
Suddenly, he heard singing on the stage.
I was stunned for a moment.
"Even if this is totally wrong, I don't want to face it anymore!"
"Who is this? How does he know that I like my sister-in-law?"
"This is totally wrong. Wrong. Right, it is wrong. So I don't want to face it anymore. The only thing I can do is get drunk."
The deep voice resounded into his heart, causing him to burst into tears.
In a corner of Shanghai, there is a middle-aged man in his thirties with an artistic air.
He is a teacher at Shanghai Conservatory of Music, and has been looking for new directions for Republican music.
The Dragon Kingdom has a long history of civilization and its music is elegant and noble.
But now, the whole sea is filled with such catchy songs as "Night Shanghai", "Hypocritical" and "Night Jasmine".
Songs are the joy of the heart and represent the soul of an era.
The Han and Tang dynasties were all about masculine and powerful men, while the Song and Ming dynasties were more graceful and elegant.
But now I am numb, and don’t know where the decadent music will end.
All musicians in this era are guilty of making decadent music popular.
Recently he heard that a White Rose who could compose music had come to Shanghai.