Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

For the result of losing the election, Xia Jinting was not very disappointed.He firmly believes that there is no unparalleled road, and there are so many professions in the world, there is no need to hang on a tree.

Originally, I chose Lido because of the high remuneration of singers, who can make quick money and accumulate funds as soon as possible.

If the road fails, find another way out.

Different from Xia Jinting's good attitude, Lido's attendants were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Seeing Xia Jinting's rickshaw go far away, they chased after it desperately.

"Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia! Stop! Stop quickly!"

When Xia Jinting heard the name Xia Tian, ​​it took him a while to react, and he turned around to look at it.

The waiter was out of breath after catching up, and smiled apologetically, "Mr. Xia, I'm really sorry. There was a mistake in the counting of the votes just now. You are the number one. Manager Chen invites you to go back."

Xia Jinting looked at the waiter suspiciously, if there hadn't been Lan Yinger's farce in the background, Xia Jinting might have believed the waiter's words.

But now, he doesn't believe a word.

Lan Yinger is clearly Chen Shengquan's person, the result of the selection is already a certainty, why the sudden change?

The waiter looked at Xia Jinting's face, afraid that he would not agree.

But Xia Jinting smiled slightly and nodded in response: "Okay."

No matter what the reason for the change is, this result is beneficial to Xia Jinting. Being on the stage in Lido can help him quickly accumulate living expenses and funds. More importantly, if the news of his becoming a singer reaches the Jiang family, the marriage will definitely fall through.

The Jiang family would never allow a husband and wife who had been a singer to enter the door.

Compared with these many benefits, Lan Yinger's making things difficult and Chen Shengquan's reneging on his promises are all insignificant.

Xia Jinting was ready to face the storm, but he didn't expect Lidu's attitude towards him to turn 180 degrees.

The waiters who used to be arrogant, now all had fawning faces, and even called him "Brother Tian" affectionately.

Amid such compliments, Xia Jinting met Chen Shengquan.

It was a middle-aged man with a thin figure and radiant eyes. His eyes were black and blue from being immersed in carnival all year round, and his face was dull and sallow. It was obvious that he had been hollowed out by his sensuality.

He looked at Xia Jinting with probing eyes, and frowned suddenly when he saw the pure white cloak.

A chiffon shirt fell into Xia Jinting's arms, and Chen Shengquan pinched the cigar between his fingers, and ordered, "Wear this when you go on stage."

Xia Jinting unfolded the shirt. The chiffon shirt with lantern sleeves was as thin as a cicada's wing. Although it was decorated with pearl sequins, it couldn't stop the radiant spring.

Chen Shengquan didn't intend to have a detailed discussion with Xia Jinting, so he hurriedly left after a few hasty instructions.

After he left, Qin Yuan pushed the door open and walked in, only loosely wrapped in a big red nightgown, looking at Xia Jinting coquettishly: "Try on the clothes."

Behind the top of the shirt, the skin in front of Xia Jinting's body was faintly visible under the chiffon wrapping, and a large area of ​​his back was even exposed.

Qin Yuan pushed the person in front of the mirror, and looked at the person in the mirror with a smile: "Look, how beautiful it is."

If Xia Jinting in the white cloak is the flower of Gaoling, then at this moment, he is the mandala by the Wangchuan River, charming and charming.

Chen Shengquan asked Qin Yuan to take sex with Xia Jinting, and Qin Yuan taught him the rules of the romantic scene one by one starting from his eyes.

In principle, singers do not have to accompany wine, but they must greet people with a smile on their faces. If the guests ask, they must obey.

"Can you drink?" Qin Yuan handed the red wine to Xia Jinting's lips.

"Of course I will." Xia Jinting reached out to take it, and took a sip.

Qin Yuan observed his movements carefully, and saw that his manner was calm and elegant, not at all like the people in Fengyue Field, so he couldn't help laughing: "That's not right, the wine invited by the guests must be done."

She urged Xia Jinting to drink up the wine in the glass until the glass was turned over and there was no drop left to pass the test.

After drinking a glass of wine, Xia Jinting's face turned red, but his eyes were clear.

"That's right." Qin Yuan nodded, picked up the playlist, and clicked on "Under the Flower Before the Moon".

The lyrics of this song are bold and explicit in the Republic of China, but for modern people like Xia Jinting, it is a piece of cake.

He sang the complete song calmly, with a soft but distant smile on his face.

Qin Yuan watched from the side, and was actually brought into the song, and was a little crazy for a while.

"Sister Qin." Xia Jinting called softly.

Qin Yuan came back to his senses, and closed the score with a smile: "It seems that I have nothing to teach you."

"You are handsome, you can sing well, and you know how to drink. You will be fine for ordinary occasions, but..." Qin Yuan paused, then leaned forward suddenly, and wiped Xia Jinting's face with a scented handkerchief.

"Look at you blushing, you're hot..." While speaking, Qin Yuan's hand touched Xia Jinting's shirt button, and was about to move, but was restrained.

"Sister Qin, please let go." Xia Jinting looked at Qin Yuan calmly.

Qin Yuan chuckled: "This is also a part of teaching, are you sure you don't want to learn?"

"This is my bottom line, I only sing." Xia Jinting said firmly.

Qin Yuan smiled noncommittally: "Forget it, you don't want to learn, and I don't force it. I'm afraid that if we meet in the future, you won't be able to handle it."

"If we do meet, it will be a big deal." Xia Jinting said in a relaxed tone.

Qin Yuan disagreed: "You're dead, your net is broken, you said it lightly, how many people came in with the same mentality as you, but after three or two months, you have to commit yourself to others."

"In the final analysis, singers are no different from those dancers and drinkers." Qin Yuan laughed at himself.

Xia Jinting listened with a smile on the side, neither answering nor refuting.

Qin Yuan looked at Shang Xia Jinting's clear eyes, seeing him so beautiful and beautiful, his heart became more and more uncomfortable, and he made an excuse to leave after a while.

After Qin Yuan left, Xia Jinting heaved a sigh of relief.

The situation is better than he expected, and from the designer's point of view, this chiffon shirt is not difficult to accept.

Xia Jinting was also mentally prepared for the situation Qin Yuan mentioned. Instead of worrying about the future, he just wanted to go back to his residence and take a good rest.

The original owner's body was overwhelmed by alcohol, Xia Jinting relied on the experience of his previous life to hold on, and now he was at the end of his strength, and he left the Lido without even changing his clothes.

Returning to the familiar alley, Xia Jinting let out a sigh of relief.

Compared with the feasting and dancing halls, he prefers the alleys full of fireworks. The lights from the windows of every house make people feel warm.

Under the street lamp, a peddler was pushing a cart to sell fruit. Those yellow oranges looked very attractive.

Xia Jinting was drunk, and was about to borrow tangerines to hangover, he weighed the advance payment from Lido, and said with a smile, "How do you sell the tangerines?"

The peddler lowered his head and said angrily, "Not for sale."

"What?!" Xia Jinting rubbed the side of his forehead, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

"I said, don't sell, hurry up, don't delay my business." The peddler kept waving his hands away.

Looking at the chiffon shirt on his body, Xia Jinting thought that the peddler regarded him as a libertine, so he took out the money and said patiently: "I can afford it."

"Who cares if you can afford it or not, I'm not willing to sell it to you!" The peddler dropped the sentence and started to close the stall directly.

Xia Jinting was really confused this time, the whole day was very magical.

First he lost the election and was called back again, and then the fruit vendor in front of his house had inexplicable hostility towards him.

Dazed by alcohol, Xia Jinting took two steps back and made a stop gesture to the vendor: "You don't have to go, I'll go."

He turned around and entered the room, and as soon as he reached the living room, he heard Wang Guifang's startled voice: "Oh, what did you do, you dressed like this!"

Xia Jinting didn't want to reveal the truth, so he made a fool of himself, wrapped himself in a cloak, went to the door of the bathroom, and saw Peng Xiuhua coming out of it again.

"Have you been drinking?" Peng Xiuhua smelled alcohol.

"Drink some." Xia Jinting nodded at her.

After washing up, Xia Jinting was about to go to the back kitchen to make some food mats, when he suddenly saw that the dining table was covered with dishes.

Wang Guifang said angrily, "I left it for you, eat it."

Xia Jinting reached out to touch it, and the food was still hot.

As soon as he sat down, Peng Xiuhua handed over a bowl of hot ginger soup, and said softly: "Ginger soup to hangover, drink it while it's hot."

Xia Jinting once thought that he was strong enough to resist the malice and ridicule from all parties.But the warmth and kindness hidden in a meal and a bowl of hot ginger soup made his eyes wet.

He raised his head, and the words of thanks came to his lips, but Wang Guifang didn't give him a chance to be sensational.

She took Peng Xiuhua's hand, chatted affectionately: "Xiuhua, I heard that Mr. Liang is pursuing you?"

Xia Jinting knew that the "Mr. Liang" in Wang Guifang's mouth was Liang Siwei, the father of Peng Xiuhua's student.

Liang Siwei lost his wife in his early years and was single with his children. It is also reasonable for him to develop a romantic relationship with Peng Xiuhua, who is a tutor.

Sure enough, Peng Xiuhua pulled her hair and acquiesced.

Wang Guifang got excited all of a sudden, and quickly made a match: "Then what are you waiting for, you should agree quickly."

Peng Xiuhua frowned, and said hesitantly: "For some reason, my heart is always up and down, and I am very uneasy."

Wang Guifang was annoyed when she heard it: "What's the worry? You are like this every time. Does it mean that you really want to marry that fruit seller outside?"

Xia Jinting accidentally heard a big gossip, and almost choked on a mouthful of ginger soup.

It turned out that the fruit peddler Ah Cheng had always liked Peng Xiuhua. He couldn't afford to rent Wang Guifang's house, and he was worried that other tenants would come first, so he always regarded male tenants as a thorn in his side.

No wonder Ah Cheng was unwilling to sell his fruit just now, it turned out that he was jealous that he could live under the same roof as Peng Xiuhua!Xia Jinting connected all the things together.

"I..." Peng Xiuhua lowered her head and said nothing.

Xia Jinting drank all the ginger soup and comforted him: "Emotional matters can't be forced, it still depends on your own heart, if you think it's not right, then don't agree to Mr. Liang."

Peng Xiuhua raised her head in astonishment upon hearing this.

It should be known that widows are struggling in this era, and everyone thinks that being attracted by Liang Siwei is a blessing in eight lifetimes, and they persuade her to agree quickly.

Only Xia Jinting told her to follow her own heart.

No one has ever said this to her before, but now that she hears it, she feels enlightened.