MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 127v2 The miserable female supporting role who saved the Republic of China (3)

Early in the morning, the Yan mansion was very lively. The servant girls were busy coming in and out for the birthday banquet in the evening, and the aunts and wives also got up early to wash and dress up, changing clothes non-stop, and putting on the most beautiful makeup.

Tong Bayue, who lived in the guest room, could hear the voices of the aunts and wives urging the maids. She smiled helplessly, twisted the towel to wipe her face, and the parrot in the room started calling again: "Tong Bayue, sing an opera."

"Laifu, stop arguing, be careful that they catch you and make soup." Tong Bayue flicked the water drops from her fingers onto it, then poked its head, "Did Yan Si teach you to be so noisy?" ?Um?"

Laifu: "Happy August, August is so beautiful!"

Tong August: "..."

A bird's beak is so powerful that it can stop the horse on the edge of abandoning it every time.

Because the servants were too busy, Tong Bayue was naturally embarrassed to ask them to prepare breakfast for her, and she happened to be going to the theater to pick up Master and Yufeng and the others, so she went out with her purse.

Walking to the nearest market, the breakfast stalls were full early in the morning, and everything was fried and cooked. She stood in front of the steamed bun shop, and while she was digging out money, she said, "A vegetable bun And fried dough sticks, and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay." When the proprietress collected the money, she couldn't help but marvel, "Oh, you are so handsome."

Tong Bayue smiled. No one here knew her. Those who are willing to listen to the music must first pay the ticket price, which is not something ordinary people can afford to enjoy casually. It's no wonder that this industry is always looked down upon by people. Outsiders look at it, isn't it just for the rich and powerful to provide entertainment.

She sighed, took the buns, turned around to find a seat to sit down to have breakfast, and saw a familiar figure in front of her after walking a few steps, that Fourth Miss Yan was sitting at a small table with a few other people, Eating Xiaolongbao, chatting happily with the men, women and children at the same table.

What is this for?

Just when she was puzzled, the other party's eyes suddenly drifted over and bumped into her. Coincidentally, when I looked around, there was only one vacant seat at that table...

"Hey! I'm sitting in the right seat today." A brawny man wearing a rag coat and shirtless watched Tong August take his seat, smiled honestly and touched his head, "I feasted my eyes twice in the early morning. .”

Everyone at the same table laughed, Tong Bayue was so embarrassed that she didn't know whether to sit down, Song Lingshu turned her head and continued chatting with her elder brother: "Where does your daughter go to school now?"

Tong Bayue saw that other people's attention was diverted, and they all discussed the child's schooling. Then she ate breakfast quietly. She didn't talk to Song Lingshu during the whole process, but she listened to their conversation. The dignified Fourth Miss Yan They are actually inquiring about the basic necessities of these low-level people.

These people didn't chat for long, and they left one after another to go to work. Only then did Tong Bayue ask, "What are you asking them for?"

"Of course it's for them." Song Lingshu asked a little boy selling newspapers by the side of the road with a smile, and asked for several newspapers, pointing to the news on them, "This one is about the international situation every day, and this one is about national policies. And this one is full of gossip about politicians. These have nothing to do with the people here. They don’t care about foreign policy, nor are they curious about those empty theories, they only care about life and the little things in front of them.”

"so?"

"So I plan to divide the newspaper into two types. The A edition retains the original style and attracts the intellectuals and the powerful. The B edition presents the daily life of the folk, such as which department store has a promotional event, where a new school is built, and where is it recruiting. ..... These are just my initial ideas, and I have to think about how to do it." Song Lingshu didn't forget to step on the male lead, "How about it? Is it better than my second brother who can only coax women? too much?"

Tong Bayue was fascinated by what she heard, and glanced at her unexpectedly, ignoring her sarcasm: "I thought you couldn't see people like us."

"What I look down on are people who get something for nothing and serve others with their own color." Song Lingshu smiled, "But I will never look down on people who work hard."

Tong Bayue suspected that she was insinuating herself again, and didn't want to argue with her, so she turned and walked towards the theater.

Song Lingshu watched her leave before going to the newspaper office.

The original intention for the establishment of the newspaper was just that Yan Zhenggang wanted to test the waters, but his focus had always been on his heavy industry, so the newspaper had been lukewarm, and was soon crushed by several other newspapers, and now he is still alive It is purely because Yan Zhenggang's family background is rich. Since Yan Xizhi wanted to take over the newspaper, he handed it over.

There are not many people in the newspaper office, and the reporters are all out for interviews. In the editorial office, there are a dozen old people who are fishing and drinking tea, and some odd jobs.

As soon as she walked in, these people put down the tea mugs one after another, and greeted with smiles: "Miss Si is here."

"Well, everyone, stop what you're doing. I'm going to hold a meeting and everyone will attend." Song Lingshu looked at the decadent office, which was full of newspapers and magazines that couldn't be sold, and picked it up One book, shaking the dust in the air, "I will be your real boss from now on, don't call me Miss Si anymore, just call me boss, it sounds pleasing to the ear."

Everyone collected and collected, vacated a space in the office, and held meetings directly here.

Song Lingshu formulated a strict performance system for each department, which shocked a group of people.

"Boss, you said to invite Mr. Chen, but you haven't been invited, so we can't take over the next job. Can't we deduct our money?"

"Of course not. What I said is that it will be implemented from today. In addition, we have to redo the layout and topic selection."

Song Lingshu held a meeting for nearly a day, focusing on reform and innovation. Before leaving, he took away a reporter who had just returned, took him to visit Yan Zhenggang's 60th birthday, and handed in a manuscript later.

Yan's birthday banquet was held in a grand and luxurious manner, and the Yan mansion was almost packed with guests.

Song Lingshu squeezed in with the reporters, met with Yan Zhenggang, and said he planned to promote it. Yan Zhenggang naturally had no objection, and only told the reporter not to write nonsense, let alone exaggerate.

"Don't worry Dad, I will personally review the manuscript." Song Lingshu said with a smile.

Yan Zhenggang nodded, then glanced at her again: "Are you really planning to revitalize that newspaper office?"

"if not?"

"How old are you, and you still don't plan to start a family? There are a lot of young talents today, why don't you pick and choose?" Yan Zhenggang said.

"Dad, I don't want to marry yet."

Yan Zhenggang is a very typical patriarch, with both advantages and disadvantages. He loves his children just like other fathers, but he also inevitably has the idea of ​​passing on males and not females, and believes that the family business should be borne by his sons. He is satisfied as long as his daughter is happy to marry.

"What do you mean if you don't get married? Do you really plan to live in Yan's house for the rest of your life?" Yan Zhenggang said with a smile.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, I have my own place to go." Song Lingshu stood proudly, and then took out a Montblanc fountain pen from his bag, "This is a gift, Dad, I wish you good luck like the East Sea, and a long life like Nanshan."

"You are filial." Yan Zhenggang took it with a smile. At this moment, several concubines came in, and Song Lingshu withdrew.

She turned around and went upstairs, and met her elder brother and sister-in-law. After greeting each other, the elder brother pulled her into the room and whispered, "You went to the newspaper office today? Do you really want to take over?"

"yes."

"Little sister, you are my own sister, can you do me a favor?"

"What's up?"

"Brother, you can also take the shipbuilding company."

Song Lingshu was not surprised: "Papa handed it to you, what's the matter if you give it to me?"

"You also know that brother doesn't have that much ability to manage such a big company. If something goes wrong, I can't bear the consequences!" The eldest brother said anxiously, "I just want to think about the consequences on my shoulders now." With such a heavy burden, I was so scared that I couldn’t sleep.”

"Then you go and tell Dad about it yourself. If I say it, he will only think that I want to steal the family property." Song Lingshu said, "If you can convince him, I will take over this company."

"I will try my best."

"You go out first, I have to change clothes."

"Okay, see you later."

Song Lingshu changed into a small dress, with a lace bodysuit and a small waistcoat on top, a fluffy princess skirt on the bottom, and a leather beret on her head. When she went downstairs, she attracted a lot of attention.

The young men all looked at her with admiration. Someone was eager to strike up a conversation. She greeted them politely and thoughtfully. After greeting them around, she caught a glimpse of a figure running past the gate.

Tong August?

The dinner party is about to start, where is she going?

She walked quickly to the door, saw her wearing high heels, and immediately chased after her: "Where are you going?"

Tong Bayue said anxiously: "Yufeng's costume was accidentally torn by a child, I have to get a new one quickly."

Hearing this, Song Lingshu immediately opened the door of the car on the side of the road: "Get in the car."

Tong Bayue was stunned for a moment, without any further hesitation, got into the car, and then watched Song Lingshu lift her foot into the car... He failed to get on the car, his hands were rolling down the dough, balls, balls, and finally the hem of the skirt was balled up , struggled to climb into the driver's seat, and then struggled to close the door...

Tong August: "..."

"Don't laugh." Song Lingshu warned.

"I'm not smiling."

"Your big white teeth are showing."

Tong Bayue pursed her lips tightly and turned her head to look out the window, surprised that she could still laugh at this critical moment.

As soon as the car stopped at the theater, Tong Bayue quickly ran in, got into the car with the costume in her arms, folded it carefully, and put it in the back seat.

Song Lingshu drove the car directly into the back door. When she got out of the car, she saw Tong Bayue running into the room with her costume in her arms. She called out, "Hello."

Tong August turned around suspiciously.

"Your foot is bleeding." Song Lingshu pointed to her heel.

"Don't worry, your father's performance will not be delayed." After Tong Bayue finished speaking, she went to look for Yufeng without looking back.

The birthday banquet was very lively, there were many cups and cups, and there was a lot of entertainment. Everyone was a famous figure in Shanghai, so there were naturally endless topics to talk about when they got together.

After dinner, Yan Zhenggang invited everyone to go to the backyard to listen to a play. There was originally a stage in the backyard. People in his grandfather's generation loved to listen to plays, so it has been left behind.

"I heard that Tong Bayue was invited to come to the stage. It's hard to get a ticket. Even if the commander wants to listen to the music, he has to go to the theater to listen to it in person. It's not like Brother Yan who invites people into the house to sing. gone."

Yan Zhenggang laughed loudly: "The commander is close to the people. I am just blessed by Xicheng. He and Ms. Tong are good friends, so I am lucky to invite him to come on stage."

"I'm afraid it's not just friends, is it? Will we still have the wedding banquet between Xicheng and Miss Tong some other day? I heard that Xicheng has restrained himself a lot recently, and he has tied his heart to Miss Tong."

Yan Zhenggang paused slightly.

"In my opinion, although this Miss Tong is an opera singer, I heard that she looks very good, and she is barely worthy of being in Xicheng."

Everyone laughed when they talked about anecdotes, but Yan Zhenggang made a haha ​​unnaturally, and put it off perfunctorily.

Song Lingshu stood aside, sighing in his heart for Tong Bayue.

Don't say that she failed to marry into Yan's family in the end, even if she did, it might not be a good thing.

How many people here really understand and listen to opera? How many people really treat Tong Bayue and others as equals?

I'm afraid in their eyes, Tong Bayue is just a capital to show off, and whoever can invite her to sing is just talk, but if they really want to communicate on an equal footing, that's not always the case.

Judging by Yan Zhenggang's expression, he probably wouldn't allow Yan Xicheng to marry a boy named August to come in.

After everyone was seated, the show finally began. Amidst the sound of jingling beating, Tong Bayue floated onto the stage.

Everyone applauded for a while, and whispered a few words for a while. It seemed that no one noticed that Tong Bayue was singing a new play today, and no one noticed that her left foot would be delayed for a second or two when landing, but this did not It did not hinder Tong August's performance.

She still does every word, every expression and movement to the fullest, and lives up to every minute she spends on stage.

At this time, Song Lingshu noticed that there was an extra figure in the corner beside him, standing under the beam and pillar, looking at Tong Bayue silently.

It was Yanxi City who rushed back.

At the end of the song, when Tong Bayue stepped off the stage, she glanced in his direction.

Yan Xicheng didn't go to celebrate his father's birthday first, but went straight to the backstage.

Song Lingshu also went. She walked to the door with a bag, and saw Yan Xicheng take out a rose from her pocket and hand it to Tong Augustue.

Tong August happily took it.

"Cough." Song Lingshu suddenly coughed.

The two looked over at the same time, Yan Xicheng lazily said: "Fourth sister, you are not dancing in the front yard, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. I haven't seen you for a long time, my dear second brother." Song Lingshu smiled.

Yan Xicheng: "You yelled so much that I got goosebumps, what are you going to do to me this time?"

"What am I going to do to you? I'm not greedy for your money, let alone your beauty. Oh, you're not beautiful either. I don't know which women without eyes would fall in love with you."

Tong Bayue wanted to laugh, she felt that she was almost used to the yin and yang of the fourth young lady, she pushed Yan Xicheng's arm: "Go and see your father first, I will come to you after I take off my makeup."

"Okay, let's dance together later." Yan Xicheng said.

"Dance?"

"Yes, I can teach you how to dance." Yan Xicheng smiled.

Tong Bayue shrank her feet back subconsciously.

Song Lingshu: "I love dancing so much, the lice on your body will itch if you don't dance for a day, right?"

Yan Xicheng gave her a disgusted look, then turned and walked out: "Can you still have something nice to say, bad luck. August, I'll go to the front and wait for you."

Before Tong Bayue could reply, he had already disappeared at the door, so she looked at Song Lingshu: "Are you looking for me?"

Song Lingshu walked in and threw the bag in his hand in front of her: "Let's see if you're limping."

Tong Bayue opened the bag curiously, saw a pair of cloth shoes inside, and raised her head in surprise: "For me?"

"Well, I'm worn out, why don't you?"

Tong Bayue turned it over and saw that the soles of the shoes were obviously clean, but Miss Si never said anything good, so she didn't expose it, and said, "In that case, I will thank Miss Fourth first."

Song Lingshu waited for a while, watched her finish removing her makeup, and then asked, "Do you wear it?"

"What?"

"I said, do you want to wear these shoes now?" Song Lingshu pointed to the cloth shoes and asked.

Tong August was silent.

"Why, still want to put on high heels and dance with him?"

Tong Bayue lowered her head sideways and didn't look at her.

"If he tells you to dance, you can dance. If he tells you to become a monk, will you go?"

"..." Tong Bayue looked at her helplessly, "What did I do to offend you? Do you insist on talking to me like this? Even the guests outside are polite to me, I just Since you are young, I don't care about you."

"You don't hate me enough? Is this my sister who doesn't care?" Song Lingshu said, "Oh, you like to listen to those false scenes outside, but you don't dare to listen to my truth?"

Tong Bayue: "What are you telling the truth?"

"Before letting others love you, you should love yourself first." Song Lingshu squatted down angrily, and directly pulled off her high heels.

Tong Bayue hissed, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you know it hurts? When you go to dance, the pain will be a hundred times worse than this. When your feet are worn out, just wait for your performance to be cancelled." Song Lingshu stuffed the cloth shoes on her feet.

Tong Bayue looked down at her, and said for a while, "Okay, I see."

"You know shit."

"No swearing, it's uncivilized."

"Hey, you're still teaching me?" Song Lingshu pushed the shoe into her foot vigorously, "What's the matter? Why can't you put it in for a long time? How big are your feet?!"

"I wanted to tell you just now...you held it upside down, it's only for the right foot." Tong Bayue's mouth trembled twice, but finally she couldn't hold it back, and raised the corner of her mouth.

"No, these cloth shoes are too difficult to distinguish between left and right!" Song Lingshu was so embarrassed that he threw his shoes.

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