Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Jinling City, Fuyue Tea House.

The mistress with tea tossed the towel and yelled as she shuttled between the tables and chairs in the lobby. The surrounding walls were pasted with the "Notice on Canceling the License to Operate Brothels" and "New Era Public Security Management Law" issued by the government not long ago. "—Many people speculated that this was stimulated by the North. After all, the Southern School has always claimed to be the center of the new culture. In this matter, it is absolutely unwilling to fall behind.

Occasionally, when some customers point and comment on it, the shopkeeper will walk to the table with a smile and persuade them to "small business, don't talk about state affairs" with a pot of free tea.

Compared with the noisy scene downstairs, the private seats on the second floor are much quieter.

Sitting by the window, two literati in long gowns, one fat and one thin, waved their fans and looked at the female students in the street downstairs who were wearing Chinese-style tops and Western-style pleated skirts as their school uniforms. With a faint look of contempt.

Several female students are from a certain women's church school in the city. Each of them holds a stack of flyers in their hands, and they are loudly promoting to passers-by the new drama that will be staged in the city tomorrow, adapted from Yan Heqing's book "Untimely Birth" .

"What's a 'book'!" The slightly fat man sneered, "These days, what kind of monsters dare to call themselves literati!"

"What Brother Zheng said is true," the skinny man immediately echoed, "Let's not mention that women show their faces in public, it is really unflattering; Yan Heqing alone is said to be just a barbarian from the north, but Hui wrote a little article, dared to publish it in the newspaper, and the group of people in the northern literary world were still willing to praise his stinky feet—even Wen Gong once publicly praised his article! Really, it is incomprehensible."

He said, shaking his head regretfully.

I don't know whether this regret is aimed at Wen Chunqiu, who "doesn't know people clearly", or whether it is aimed at the tens of millions of northerners who "have eyes but don't see".

"He can only hop around in the barbarian land," the fat literati said, obviously looking down on the development of the north. "Not long ago, a relative of mine resigned from the Beining government and went south to join us. People inside their government are still arguing about whether to write reports in vernacular or classical Chinese!"

"Ah, really?" The other person shook his head with an exaggerated expression of surprise, "This is too backward, it's unbelievable, really unimaginable. I remember that someone in Shanghai seemed to have serialized it in newspapers in English before. Is there an article?"

"Yeah," the fat literati snapped his folding fan, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid that Yan Heqing can't even memorize how many letters there are in English? He's just a fake Mr. Nan Guo, what kind of drama is he talking about?" Show, hmph, if he dares to come to the south, he will definitely show his true colors!"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly there was a "bang" explosion under the two people's feet.

The fat man was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his seat, and the thin man next to him who was still in shock was not much better. Kun let out a short scream, like a rooster being lifted by its comb.

The second floor of the teahouse, where voices could still be heard, suddenly became quiet at this moment.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help turning to this side.

The two took a few breaths, lowered their heads and took a closer look. It turned out that a tea cup was smashed to pieces on the ground. The person who smashed the cup was a young man in a striped suit who was sitting next to them just now.

Noticing their gaze, the young man glanced over faintly, his tone indifferent:

"Sorry, slippery."

This reason is so perfunctory that no one with eyes will believe it.The fat man wanted to have a fit, but he was pulled violently by his companion, and he gestured desperately to the briefcase that the young man put on the table with his eyes.

Only then did the fat man notice that this was a leather bag uniformly distributed within the southern government, and only officials above a certain level would be equipped with it.The insults that had already reached his lips suddenly fell silent, and after holding back for a long time, he resentfully choked out a harmless sentence: "Then, be more careful next time."

The people in the teahouse who were waiting to see a good show suddenly let out a disappointed sigh, and looked at the two spineless guys with contempt. The two couldn't bear the attention, but they didn't dare to attack. He left in despair.

After paying the compensation and tea money to the shopkeeper who heard the sound, the young man lost the interest to continue staying in the teahouse.

He turned his head to look at the sky, and went downstairs as usual when the surrounding guests looked at him openly and secretly.

This one was Zhang Shuqi who moved his family to the south shortly after he bid farewell to Qiao Jing.

Probably in order to make himself appear more mature, the young man still has a mustache on his lips, and his long and narrow red phoenix eyes have not changed, but they have brought a bit of sharpness honed by society, and there is a little bit more of a mature man on his body. temperament.

After he came to Anding in the south, he did not continue his studies, but entered the government's internal work under the introduction of his family.In addition, he had studied at Jingluo University, so he served as the secretary of a certain executive at a young age, which can be said to have a bright future.

As the secretary of a big shot, Zhang Shuqi also got a lot of inside information, and since he came here, he has been concerned about his classmates and teachers at Jingluo University, so he knew the truth about Yan Heqing almost earlier than Wen Chunqiu. identity.

He was on vacation today, and he had nothing to do to sit in the teahouse, but unexpectedly, he heard a lot of nonsense because of it, Zhang Shuqi thought indifferently, what a spoiled bastard.

He was walking aimlessly on the street, and he took the flyer in the hand of the female student. The flirtatious instinct engraved in his DNA made Zhang Shu's subconsciousness give her a charming smile, which made the female student blush .

"First, sir," she whispered, "The play will start at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and the address will be at the Meiyuan Grand Theater on Santiao Street. This is the latest adaptation of the play, and the actors are all students from Jinling University next door. You If you have free time, just buy a ticket and go see it."

Zhang Shuqi smiled: "That's natural. No matter how you do it, you have to praise the works of your friends."

Before the female student could react, he waved his hand and walked away with the flyer.

The female student was left standing alone for a long time, her eyes slowly opened wide, and finally she couldn't help covering her mouth, and let out a suppressed exclamation as she watched Zhang Shuqi's back going away.

But in fact, Zhang Shuqi has already figured out the ins and outs of this drama, and he may even know a little better than the few female students who handed out leaflets on the street just now.

He knew that this script was adapted by the students of the Drama Club of Jingluo University. It was originally just for their own entertainment in the school, but Wen Chunqiu actually got the author's permission to adapt it for them!

However, Yan Heqing's request was very harsh and strange—he said that anyone can act in this play, but they must follow the original work and must not make random adaptations without authorization; and they must not profit from this play, and all income must be donated.

In this way, basically no serious repertory troupe would be willing to arrange this play.

The rest are some student associations who got together spontaneously because of hobbies.They rented the theater with donations and funds provided by the school. The performance in Jinling City this time is also the first time that "Untimely", a play adapted from a novel, has officially landed in the area under the jurisdiction of the southern government. This is the much-anticipated debut.

Zhang Shuqi was angry, but he didn't pay attention to the sour words those two people said just now.

No one knows how popular Qiao Jing is here. Although the "Dongfang Beijing News" has no sales outlets in many southern regions, the price of a newspaper can even be surpassed when Yan Heqing serialized "All Living Things". Stir fry to three times the original, or even five or six times more!

Although there is still some distance compared to some literary masters, Zhang Shuqi can say with certainty that Qiao Jing is definitely the one who stands out among the writers of his generation.

But as the fame grows, it will naturally attract the envy and hatred of more people.

Out of various complicated psychology, Zhang Shuqi knew that many people were waiting to see Qiao Jing's jokes - because the news of Yan Heqing's signing of the contract with "Aimin Daily" had already spread across the country two days ago.

Northern literati feel that Yan Heqing is too ambitious, they don't want to study their own works at a young age, but they are blinded by fame, and be careful not to be greedy; At that time, the things he wrote probably would not be read by dogs.

But seeing that Yan Heqing has been delaying in publishing new works, they began to laugh at him for being exhausted, fearing that the rooster lay eggs—they couldn’t hold back.

In short, let them talk about all the good things.

Zhang Shuqi is not a good-tempered person at all, even after working for a while, his temper has become a little smoother, but Qiao Jing is his brother, and now someone speaks ill of his brother in front of him, but he doesn't rush forward Giving those two broken-mouthed guys a big mouth each is considered self-cultivation.

"But it's a bit too lonely to go to the drama alone," the young man said to himself as he walked, "and I'm not short of money now, so I feel sorry for Brother Qiao just buying one ticket. Uh , when the time comes, invite Ms. Luo to watch it together tomorrow, and arrange another one the day after tomorrow. You can invite Ms. Lin, Ms. Fang, and a few girls from other departments in the office. It's a friendship. Wait until the day after tomorrow..."

After arranging his life after work for the next few days clearly, Zhang Playboy Shuqi nodded with satisfaction, turned left into a barber shop, and planned to make a mess of himself today.

Get a haircut in the afternoon, and write a letter to Brother Qiao after returning home in the evening, protesting that the other party kept it from him so hard at the beginning—it's obviously a roommate, but he didn't know anything!unacceptable!

"Ah sneeze! Ah sneeze!"

Qiao Jing, who had just had his hair cut, suddenly sneezed consecutively.

Jing Xinglan helped him shake off the broken hair on his shoulders, thinking that his actions were unprofessional, she couldn't help but said awkwardly: "Next time, let's go to the street to get a haircut."

Qiao Jing shook her head: "No need, just cut your bangs."

He stood up, brushed the dust and hair off his body, and looked in the mirror, thinking that there was nothing wrong with Jing Xinglan's cut.

"Let's go."

Today, Qiao Jing plans to go out and get herself some glasses.

After he finished writing the outline of "56", he was helpless to find that his myopia had deepened. Fortunately, 008 said that this was only temporary, and he would return to normal vision when he returned.

But Jing Xinglan made a suggestion, which was unanimously agreed by all members of the family except Qiao Jing——

He said, "Let's go take a picture, how about that?"