Although the two of them were dressed as Taoist priests, who Luo Qiwei was, it was immediately obvious that these two were not ordinary Taoist priests, but should be members of the army.
Luo Qiwei stepped forward, and the two of them did not stop him. They just glanced at him sharply.
Entering the teahouse, I found that the decoration inside was very good. There were two floors and three floors. The first floor was the lobby. Most people would sit on the first floor when they came. There was a stage at the end for performances.
Most of the performances are not suitable for children, and most of the people in the hall spend money to satisfy their eyesight.
The second floor is a box. Rich businessmen, government officials, celebrities, officers from the headquarters, and some second-generation people are basically arranged on the second floor.
As long as they can afford the money, they can let the performers go to the box. As for what happens in the box, they can only rely on their imagination.
The third floor is the living room. It is said that the living room will only be opened when wealthy businessmen and senior government officials come over. It is usually closed.
Those who can enter your living room are the most distinguished guests of the tea house, and they are also the tea house’s background and connections...
Under the guidance of the waiter, Luo Qiwei found an empty table and sat down, ordered a pot of Longjing, and sat there tasting it slowly.
At this time, there were not many people in the teahouse. There were only a dozen or so guests in the lobby on the first floor. As for the private rooms on the second floor, only one was in use.
On the stage, an old man of about fifty years old played the erhu, and next to him, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old sang a ditty.
Wait, why does this old man look so familiar, but upon closer inspection, it's not the case.
He waved to the waiter, pointed at the two people on the stage and asked, "Who are they?"
"They, the grandfather and grandson who were wandering and singing nearby a month ago. The girl's name is Xiaohua. The boss saw that they were pitiful and allowed them to sing in the teahouse between three and five o'clock every afternoon. How much money can they get?
It’s up to them.”
Luo Qiwei nodded, took out a 10 yuan legal note from his arms, handed it to the waiter and said, "Give this to them."
The waiter took the legal currency, walked to the stage, handed the legal currency to the old man who was talking on the erhu, pointed in the direction of Luo Qiwei and whispered a few words in his ear.
Although the legal currency at this time has depreciated, it is not that severe.
Luo Qiwei remembers that when legal currency was first introduced, one legal currency was equivalent to one silver dollar. At this time, legal currency had depreciated, and 10 legal currency was equivalent to 3.5 to 5 silver dollars.
It’s not that Luo Qiwei didn’t have any legal currency of other denominations on him, if he gave more, it would bring trouble to the two of them.
In any era, there are many people who are jealous of money...
With the reward, the girl's singing seemed to be more interesting. After she sang a very ordinary little song, she suddenly felt pleasant.
At this time, a big man suddenly came down from the box on the second floor, walked up to the old man, and said arrogantly: "Old man, we, Mr. Liang, would like to invite you two to come up and sing a ditty for him alone."
As soon as these words came out, these people on the first floor gave up and stood up one after another and said: "He is gone, what should we listen to?"
The big man looked at those people with some contempt, snorted coldly and said: "If it delays Mr. Liang's interest, none of you will be able to eat and walk around."
Someone seemed to remember who Mr. Liang was, and his face suddenly darkened. He stood up and sat down immediately. There were several people, and they were even hurriedly preparing to pay and leave.
This made Luo Qiwei a little curious. After he asked someone, he found out that Mr. Liang, whose real name was Liang Hong, was the son of Hangzhou Police Chief Liang Yingwu. Although he was called a son, he was actually just an illegitimate son.
With the director's father on his back, he has been walking around Hangzhou in the past few years, and many families have been affected by rice seedlings.
But this man was extremely smart. He would never mess with anyone he couldn't afford to mess with, but he would step on others with all his might.
Seeing that the old man hadn't agreed yet, the big man said impatiently: "Would you like to go or not? Can you tell me the truth?"
Seeing that the big man was about to take action, a voice suddenly came from behind the stage: "Young Master Liang, you are so powerful, you are trying to trick me. Why, you want to steal people on my territory?"
As soon as these words came out, someone in the box on the second floor immediately replied: "Brother Han, how dare I mess around here? A Biao, if you don't apologize to the two of you, get up here."
After hearing what his young master said, the big man named A Biao hurriedly apologized to his grandfather and grandson, and crawled back to the second floor.
Soon, a man about forty years old, surrounded by several people, walked out from the backstage. That man should be Han Qingyang.
He glanced at the box on the second floor with some contempt and said coldly: "I welcome you to drink tea here. If you want to make trouble here, I'm not afraid."
With that said, he led a group of people towards the door...
In the private room on the second floor, Liang Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the companions who came with him: "It's so dangerous. If Han Qingyang really refuses to give up, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it."
"Isn't Han Qingyang just relying on having a good brother-in-law? What's so great about him?"
"That's right, if his brother-in-law wasn't around, I would have stepped on him into the abyss in a minute."
"No hurry, no rush, in half an hour, little Jasmine will perform on stage, are you ready?"
"It has been prepared for a long time, but let's make it clear that no matter who little Jasmine chooses, no one else is allowed to be greedy."
…
It turned out that the box was full of famous second-generation people in Hangzhou, including the son of the police chief, the son of the president of a certain chamber of commerce, and so on.
These people usually idle around, but this time they gathered together just for the teahouse performer, Little Jasmine.
Little Jasmine is the top name launched by the teahouse owner half a month ago. It is said that she sings well and has good dancing figures. As soon as she debuted, she has been sought after by many people.
Especially the second generation of Hangzhou City, they tried their best to win the favor of little Jasmine.
Last time, Mr. Xue Liang, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, paid more than 100,000 French currency to let little Jasmine stay in his box for two minutes.
This made Liang Hong and others extremely jealous, and this time they were even more determined to capture Little Jasmine.
The number of people in the box on the second floor gradually increased, and the grandfather and grandson who sang the ditty also packed their things and prepared to leave. Next, the stage would belong to little Jasmine.
The two of them walked up to Luo Qiwei, and the old man bowed and said, "Thank you, thank you very much."
Luo Qiwei hurriedly helped the old man up and said, "Aren't you afraid of that person just now when you go out like this?"
The old man shook his head and said: "The boss allows us to sing songs in there, how can we make it difficult for the boss."
With that said, Luo Qiwei took Xiaohua's hand and left the teahouse. Shortly after they left, Luo Qiwei saw A Biao following him out secretly.
Luo Qiwei put down a note and followed behind him, leaving the teahouse...
