If he didn't praise Le Erjin, Lao Le's IQ would probably have been hammered to death in the hut long ago.
If he had that kind of IQ, he wouldn't be like a grandson who was sent by his subordinate Chief Minister Wang Danwang for three thousand taels.
Not to mention that he would later be unlucky enough to have Qianlong beheaded because of this incident.
"Since you have bribed the people around me a long time ago, why don't you just kill me? What are you doing all this?"
It was impossible for Lao Le to let go of the anger in his heart, especially when his ears were almost deafened just now by Guiziliu who hit him with a stick.
What the hell!
We really think that we Manchus are bloodless!
If you dare to hit me with a stick again, I will fucking die for you!
"This won't lure the snake out of its hole."
As a successful person, Jia Liu certainly would not care about losers. Not only did he ignore the stars that kept popping out of Lao Le's eyes, but he also handed him a cigarette and said, "If you don't take the lead, how can I know who is supporting me and who is?"
Against me?"
"snort!"
Lao Le refused to answer the cigarette and glanced at the embarrassed Se Lengzu who was standing not far away, as well as the guards looking at him with indifferent expressions. He knew that his situation was over, so there was no need to ask, Ge Biao, who was leading the troops out of Tongguan.
Including Le Bao who stayed in Xi'an, most of them also betrayed him. They were really caught before they left the army. In desperation, he asked him glumly what his new job was.
I'm not afraid that Guiziliu will kill him, because according to reliable information, Guiziliu didn't kill Qianlong, his son, and Prince An, so there is no reason to kill him.
Guizi Six is all bad, but there is one good thing, and that is that he does not kill people in political struggles.
Let's count him as Renzong.
Then, I look forward to his new job.
Although Talerjin took the lead in opposing Guiziliu, so far the two sides have only stayed in the stage of verbal sparring and have not fought with real swords and guns. Moreover, Guiziliu also needs to send electricity to build momentum for him, so Leerjin thinks that Guiziliu is very powerful.
It is possible for him to be appointed as a court official in the capital. If he cooperates a little, it is not impossible for him to be appointed as a middle court official.
In short, the power is gone, but the glory will still be there.
Unexpectedly, Guiziliu actually asked him to be the president of some kind of music association.
Folk art is half of the foundation of Manchuria. Now that there is a Poetry Association, it is logical to set up a folk art association. It is most suitable for Lao Le to be the president of this association.
Jia Liu didn't feel at ease letting others do it.
"What, you want me to be the leader of a theater troupe?!"
Lao Le was angry, the folk art he understood was singing!
His heart was burned to a crisp. He used to be the governor or the president. If Guiziliu asked him to be the president of the folk art association, it would be better to kill him!
"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated!"
Lao Le's eyes widened in anger, and his true energy circulated. He wanted to burst his clothes into pieces to show his determination, but his skills were not enough, and he only tore the armpits of his clothes.
"Then I'll kill you?"
Jia Liuguai couldn't bear to part with him. If he really wanted to talk about cross talk at Lao Le's level, he might even become a master, so it would be a pity to kill him like this.
But if the other party really doesn't want to enrich the cultural and entertainment life of the people, he can only bear the pain and kill Ma Su with tears.
"..."
Lao Le was startled for a moment, then asked glumly: "What rank is this president?"
This is about treatment.
Generally speaking, asking about salary means that you don't have much objection to the organizational arrangements.
Jia Liu was also open-minded, saying that the president was of the sixth grade, which meant he was treated at the director level.
Compared to the Fourth Japs, this treatment is much better.
After all, the Fourth Jap was originally appointed as the Vice President of the Poetry Association from the sixth rank, and now he has been transferred to the Beggar Clan as a vice-president, without even a rank.
From the second-rank governor to the unworthy president, and then to the sixth-rank president, Lao Le's life trajectory has undoubtedly undergone a major change.
A straight-line descent.
Most people definitely can't stand it.
Lao Le sighed but agreed, knowing that he had no choice.
He is not afraid of death and is bloody, but the problem is that he is afraid of pain.
And he was worried that if he resisted to the end, he might implicate his relatives.
"The folk art industry is an emerging industry, and it is an industry that everyone likes. I also like it... Those who sing operas are folk arts, those who tell stories are folk arts, those who sing drums are also folk arts, and those who dance are also folk arts... In short, folk arts provide entertainment
It has a dual nature with art. In terms of entertainment, it can enrich people's cultural life, and in terms of art, it can become everyone. Once the folk art work is done well, you Laole will not only be a hero to the people, but also a great hero to me..."
As he spoke, Jia Liu thrust a play book into Le Erjin's hands and said expectantly: "The top priority of your folk art troupe this year is this play. I have arranged the personnel and funds. In the second half of the year, you
My job is to arrange this play so that it can be performed next year to celebrate the first anniversary of my accession to the throne."
""Private Visit to the Restoration Emperor"?"
Lao Le looked stunned, what kind of show is this?
"It is a new play. It is mainly adapted from several operas that I did when I was the governor of Zhili. Of course, there is some artistic processing, but it is basically adapted from real events. I wrote the script and lines myself.
I also compiled the soundtrack and everything else, you just need to line up the play... By the way, find a good-looking character to play me, and you can also play the villain in it..."
If you want your emperor's impression to be deeply rooted among the people, you must not only firmly master the handle of the knife and pen, but also be well versed in the art of publicity.
In his previous life, Jia Liu's "A Play on Qianlong" pioneered Qing palace dramas. As a result, braided dramas went on a rampage in the next 20 to 30 years, making the Great Purge extremely white. As a result, the new generation had no antipathy or resistance to the Manchus.
It is said that the emperor is Kangxi, Qianlong...
Of course Jia Liu had to use such phenomenal propaganda.
There are no TV movies these days, so theater troupes and storytellers are the most powerful propaganda tools, and the effect may be even better than TV movies.
Because there are no other entertainment items.
"Private Interviews of the Restoration Emperor" is his first whitewashing drama, and will be followed by several more dramas of private interviews and killing of corrupt officials. This will allow him, the Restoration Emperor, to quickly occupy the market of ignorant villagers and squeeze the market share of the opposition.
More importantly, this drama can make his image as an emperor more approachable and close to the people, no longer the aloof image he had before.
"Plan it carefully. Once you've done it, I'll remember your great contribution."
Looking at E Bao who was still kneeling there, Jia Liu shook his head slightly. This governor of Shanxi was politically immature. Mr. Futai couldn't do it anymore. He turned around and asked the old rich if he wanted it.
He also gave Se Leng'e and Qian Anzhi a few words of leniency, mainly praising them for their good work, and then asked them to lead the team and cooperate with the Shanxi authorities to properly handle the incident.
"Funihan will be the governor of Shanxi for the time being. I will leave for Xi'an tomorrow."
As Jia Liu said that, he was about to go to the county seat of Qixian County, but Leerjin didn't know whether he was angry or unwilling. Seeing him with a proud look on his face, he stretched out his legs and "thumped" the Sixth Emperor.
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"Be bold!"
The admiral, who was eager to show off, teleported in front of Lao Le, gave Lao Le a big slap in the face with a "bang" sound, and then controlled him.
A bodyguard came forward to help His Majesty the Emperor up, but His Majesty the Emperor straightened himself up and stood up. Looking at Lao Le who was both satisfied and scared, Jia Liu shook his head helplessly, patted the dust on his face, and patted his butt.
After looking at Lao Le for a while, he said leisurely: "Unfortunately, you are not my uncle."