In the opera, Sheng Xing was the male lead!
In short, he was a young man.
Song Zhi was shocked, "Oh! It's you! "
"Isn't it so?" Wang Jun pulled him to sit down.
Song Zhi said, "I'm really sorry, there's no water at home. Why don't you wait for a while, I'll go to the courtyard and get some for you."
"There's no need to go through so much trouble. I'm not here to drink water, I have something else to talk to you about."
Song Zhi saw him smile at him and felt that there was more to it. He said, "Tell me, why are you here so late at night?"
Wang Jun didn't beat around the bush. He leaned towards him and said, "Your script is so popular, there must be a lot of people looking for you to write more scripts. I'm here today to ask for a favor from you, Mister Song."
Favor from him?
Are you kidding me?
He pulled his sleeves and said, "Young Master Wang is able to act in 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband', so you're naturally a pillar of the Zhao family. What else would you need to ask me for?"
I'm poor.
"Even so, there are some things that only Mister Song can do."
"Oh?" Song Zhi didn't believe it himself. He smiled bitterly, "I'm just a storyteller. I don't have money or power. How can I help you?"
"You can help me write a story!"
"Ah?"
Wang Jun said, "I'm here today to ask Mister Song to use me as a character in your next script."
"Ah?"
"I believe this shouldn't be too difficult for Mister Song?"
"Ah?"
Wang Jun heard him say "ah" a few times and became anxious. He grabbed Song Zhi's hand and said, "Although I acted as a young man in 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband', I can be considered a famous character. If Mister Song writes a new script with me as the character, the script will definitely be popular."
Song Zhi was speechless.
Wang Jun said, "Why? Mister Song doesn't agree? "
Song Zhi didn't understand, "Since Young Master Wang is already a famous character, why do you care about my new script?"
"Young Master Song, you don't know! There is a lot of competition in this industry. Although I was lucky enough to play the role of a young actor in your script, the new generation will replace the old one. Sooner or later, someone will replace me. "Wang Jun was worried. In the beginning, Wang Jun was actually a clown, and no one thought highly of him. However, through his own hard work, he gradually climbed up to the role of Sheng Xing. It took a lot of effort for him to be able to act in the role of a young actor in "Ghost Lady Burying Husband", but he was almost 30, after all, and wouldn't be popular for long. Although Song Zhi's play had made him famous, once a new actor appeared, he would immediately be replaced. Therefore, he thought of looking for Song Zhi and asking him to write a new script based on him. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about being replaced. At least he would be able to eat well for a period of time. He could wait until he earned enough money.
Say.
However, Song Zhi did not like to have a 'burden' weighing down his writing, so he tactfully declined, "Young Master Wang has the ability, so you don't have to worry about this. But I, on the other hand, may not be able to write a good book anymore."
"I'm very confident in Mr. Song! Therefore, I hope that Mr. Song can fulfill my wish. As long as Mr. Song writes for me next script, I will definitely do my best to play the role of the young actor under your pen. "
"But I still don't know what the next script will be."
"There's no hurry, as long as Mr. Song agrees to it."
Song Zhi really didn't dare to agree, "Young Master Wang, please don't make things difficult for me."
Wang Jun frowned, then immediately opened the bag he brought, pushed it in front of Song Zhi, and said, "I heard that Mr. Song needs a few winter clothes, so I specially picked a few for you. Our figures are about the same, so you should be able to wear them."
"No, no, I can't accept an undeserved reward."
"This is a token of my sincerity, please accept it."
Wang Jun forcefully pushed the clothes in front of him.
Without waiting for Song Zhi to say anything, Wang Jun had already stood up to leave.
"Young Master Wang, you should take these clothes back."
"How can I take back a gift that I brought?"
Wang Jun hurriedly left.
Song Zhi didn't know what to do. He grabbed the bag and chased for a while, watching Wang Jun's figure disappear into the night.
"Alas!" He sighed heavily.
The cold wind blew around, and it was bone-chilling. He had to hold the bag in his hand and go home.
He had to admit that Wang Jun had excellent taste, and the style of the clothes he chose was really good. Song Zhi touched the material, and it was also good.
But he was suffering now.
After a while, he took out the contract that Troupe Leader Tao gave him today from his clothes.
A contract!
A bag!
He was helpless.
The next day, Song Zhi took the clothes that Wang Jun gave him yesterday and went to the Zhao Troupe's theater while he was going to buy firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea.
He planned to return the things.
There was no one in the theater during the day, and it was all the troupe's people who were busy.
While no one was paying attention to him, he went backstage. It was full of actors who were going to act in the play, wearing makeup and costumes. Some were talking, some were rehearsing, going in and out, it was a lively scene.
He looked around, but didn't see Wang Jun. Logically speaking, as a young actor in this play, he should be preparing inside.
"Mr. Song?"
Someone recognized him.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with clown makeup walking towards him while adjusting his costume.
"Mr. Song, why are you here?" The man was very surprised and excited.
"I'm here to see Wang Jun."
"Oh no, I don't know where Wang Jun went today. I haven't seen him all day. "
"Haven't seen him?"
The man was also worried. He slapped his palm with the back of his hand and said, "That's right! There's still a play waiting for him to go on stage tonight, but he's gone. I don't know where he went. "
"Then what should we do?"
"What else can we do? We can only find someone to replace him." The man asked curiously, "But Mr. Song, why are you looking for Wang Jun?"
He couldn't say that he was here to return the favor, so he could only play dumb. "Just a small matter, a small matter."
"If it's not a big matter, tell me. I'll tell him when I see him."
He quickly waved his hand. "No need, no need. I'll tell him myself when I see him."
"That's fine. I still have something to do here, so I'll go."
"Okay, okay."
The man tugged at his costume and was about to leave when he stopped. He took out a ticket from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Zhi's hand, saying, "I believe Mr. Song hasn't seen the play 'Ghost Lady Buries Her Husband', right? Since you're here today, why don't you sit down and watch it? "
Ever since this play became popular, it was really hard to get a ticket!
Song Zhi didn't have the money to buy a ticket, so he naturally looked down on it.
"How can I do that?" he said.
The man said, "You're the hero of this play, so of course you can do it. Alright, I'll go get busy. Mr. Song, you can go and look around."
"Okay."
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