Cheng Yanqiu, Xun Huisheng, Yang Xiaolou and other famous actors came out of the theater and happened to see Zhou Hexuan and others getting into a rickshaw.
Yang Xiaolou was surprised and said: "The person next to Mr. Zhou seems to be Wanrong!"
"Which Wanrong?" Xun Huisheng asked.
"The former Queen of the Qing Dynasty!"
Yang Xiaolou said: "Last year, the guests at Puyi's birthday banquet invited me to sing in the hall. I remember clearly that Wanrong was sitting next to Puyi at that time, so she should not admit her mistake."
"You are right, that is Queen Wanrong." Cheng Yanqiu said. He was born in the Zhenghuang Banner of Manchuria. Although his family has long since declined, he became very popular among the elderly and the young after becoming famous. He often went to the palaces of the Qing Dynasty to sing operas, and he had met Wanrong several times.
Guan Xingquan was about to turn 50. At this moment, his spirit of gossip was burning, and he muttered: "Mr. Zhou won't have hooked up with the queen, right? Tsk tsk, you have the ability!"
"Be careful what you say, be careful what you say!" Cheng Yanqiu waved his hand and said, "It is not the behavior of a gentleman to discuss people behind their backs."
"That's right," Guan Xingquan laughed and said, "Let's go to dinner. The Qing Dynasty is long gone. The queen and concubine are just ordinary women."
Cheng Yanqiu smiled and shook his head. Although he was a Manchu and a member of the Yellow Banner, he had no favorable impression of the Qing Dynasty.
In the late Qing Dynasty, the life of the lower-class Manchus was even worse than that of the Han people. Because the imperial court prohibited the Manchus from engaging in industry, agriculture, commerce, and trade in order to appear noble and special, but the hard-core crops could not feed so many people, which resulted in the lower-class Manchus having no income.
Any source of livelihood.
Especially after the Revolution of 1911, even the hard-core crops were completely destroyed. Countless Manchus became beggars and prostitutes. Many of the rickshaw drivers in Peiping were Manchus.
This is the case for Cheng Yanqiu. Because his family was poor, he worked as a craftsman at the age of six. He is where he is today because of his own hard work.
No one said anything at this time, but it was inevitable that some people could not hold it in. Later, when Guan Xingquan was drinking with his friends, he took advantage of the drunkenness and said: "Hey, you don't know. Mr. Zhou is by no means an ordinary person. He is good at writing articles and flirting.
Women are even more powerful, even the queen was seduced by him!"
The scandal between Zhou Hexuan and Wanrong first spread among the small circles of the Qinggang. By the end of the year, it had become widely known and became an entertainment gossip that the common people loved to hear.
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The rickshaw stopped in front of Xiaoyanglou. There were five rickshaws in total. Zhou Hexuan gave 1 yuan to the rickshaw drivers to divide among themselves, but he was surprised to be asked to pay 80 cents back.
Zhou Hexuan said in surprise: "From the north of the city to the concession, for such a long distance, you only charge 4 cents per car?"
A coachman replied: "It costs at least 6 minutes for other people to ride in the car. Mr. Zhou can ride without paying."
"Haha, I'm not a soldier, so how can I ride in a car without paying for it?" Zhou Hexuan laughed.
Another driver said: "We feel resentful because the soldiers don't pay us. Mr. Zhou doesn't pay us, so we all feel happy."
"Yes, being able to pull a cart for Mr. Zhou will give you face even in public."
"Mr. Zhou, just tell me when you go out from now on and promise to only charge the lowest price."
"Mr. Zhou, my son is still studying at your Hope Primary School."
"..."
The coachmen rushed to talk and showed great enthusiasm.
Zhou Hexuan said in surprise: "How come you all know me?"
The coachman smiled and replied: "How can I not know Mr. Zhou? You are a great philanthropist in Tianjin."
"Yes, if we don't recognize Mr. Zhou, why should we pull a car?" Another man said with a smile.
Zhou Hexuan's reputation for writing articles was only spread among intellectual circles. However, he ran volunteer schools and engaged in charity, but ordinary people remembered him. Especially when he had rescued so many victims recently, although he used the banner of the Jimin Association to the outside world, he was most remembered by ordinary people.
The most respected person is Zhou Hexuan.
Those Youth Gang gangsters have no other skills, but they are very good at bragging and spreading rumors. The fact that Zhou Hexuan spent his own money to treat the victims has long been spread throughout Tianjin. The coachmen are running around every day and are very well-informed. Naturally, they know Zhou Hexuan, a great philanthropist.
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Nowadays, when people in Tianjin mention Zhou Hexuan, they all give a thumbs up.
Zhou Hexuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He used to go all out to invite names just to save his life. Now he only seeks peace of mind when doing disaster relief. Instead, he has gained such a great reputation, which is considered unintentional.
Seeing how much the coachmen respected Zhou Hexuan, Meng Xiaodong's face was filled with smiles, as if her husband was being praised.
"As much as you want, your life is not easy." Zhou Hexuan returned another 2 cents.
"Mr. Zhou is kind and righteous."
"Mr. Zhou is such a good person."
"If you ask me, Mr. Zhou should be the president of the Republic of China to ensure that the people can live a good life."
"..."
Amid the praises of the coachmen, Zhou Hexuan took Meng Xiaodong, Wanrong and the Sun brothers home. Liu Wu opened the door and said, "Sir, the food is ready. Do you want to start eating now?"
"Well, bring it up." Zhou Hexuan nodded.
Mrs. Liu Wu immediately placed the dishes and chopsticks, and then retreated to the kitchen to start a meal with the Sun brothers.
Meng Xiaodong and Wanrong were sitting next to Zhou Hexuan. They were accompanied by two beauties during the meal. This made Zhou Hexuan very stressed. He coughed and said, "Get up your chopsticks."
"Brother Zhou, let me serve the soup for you!" Meng Xiaodong said diligently, serving half a bowl to Zhou Hexuan with his hands and feet.
Zhou Hexuan nodded and smiled: "Thank you."
After serving the soup, Meng Xiaodong was busy picking vegetables for Zhou Hexuan. Wanrong looked on coldly, feeling quite uncomfortable. She didn't have Meng Xiaodong's quick thinking, and she didn't know how to serve a man. She had no choice. In the past, others had served her.
Zhou Hexuan felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, and quickly said: "Eat it by yourself, don't work too hard."
Meng Xiaodong smiled proudly, put some vegetables for Wanrong and said, "Sister Wanrong, you eat too. You are too thin. Eat more to gain weight."
"Thank you." Wanrong said with a forced smile.
The vague smell of gunpowder made Zhou Hexuan extremely awkward. With only two women, it was so difficult. With Zhang Zongchang's more than 20 concubines, what kind of chaos would the back house be like?
After the meal, it was Wanrong's turn to show off. She brought the repainted "The Wanderings of Sanmao" and said, "Brother Zhou, please help me see if it tastes right this time."
Zhou Hexuan opened the drawing and found that it was much better than before. At least the faces of the characters were no longer the same, and all the characters in it were quite representative. For example, Wanrong, a profiteer, was painted with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a mustache, which immediately made her image distinct.
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"Yes, this level can be serialized in a newspaper." Zhou Hexuan nodded in appreciation.
Wanrong said proudly: "Then I will send it to the newspaper to submit an article tomorrow."
Zhou Hexuan said: "No, I will bring it for you. I plan to open two new pages in the supplement of "Popular" specifically for comic strips."
"I think there are some places that are not painted well. Brother Zhou, please help me explain." Wanrong came to Zhou Hexuan's side, opened a certain page in the drawing and asked for advice in detail.
The two were very engaged in chatting, but Meng Xiaodong felt quite bored, so she randomly took out a book from the bookshelf and started reading. Her mind was not in the book, and she looked up from time to time at the two people next to her, and then looked at the clock on the cabinet.
I hope time goes by as quickly as possible.
"ha!"
Meng Xiaodong covered her mouth and yawned, stood up and said, "You guys go get busy, I'm going to bed."
Wanrong smiled and said: "Good night Xiaodong."
"Good night." Meng Xiaodong was also smiling, but when he turned around, he rolled his eyes.
Zhou Hexuan was caught in the middle. He realized that he was wrong and should not have allowed these two women to meet.
After lingering until early in the morning, Wanrong finally said goodbye and left. Zhou Hexuan sent her home before turning back.
Back in his bedroom, Zhou Hexuan was about to take off his clothes and go to bed when the door suddenly opened.
Meng Xiaodong hugged him from behind, put her pretty face on Zhou Hexuan's vest, and said in a fervent tone: "Brother Zhou, you can have me. I don't want anything from you. I can be an outhouse or a concubine, as long as I can be with you."
It's good to be together." Believe it or not, Lao Wang didn't save a chapter. Before it was released, he suddenly got stuck. I was so stuck that I couldn't think of anything today. I just ran to play games, played Hearthstone and Honor of Kings. As a result,
The more I play, the more dizzy my brain becomes. This chapter is the last public chapter and will be officially released at 12 o'clock in the morning. I hope everyone can support it.