Chapter 1024 Goodbye, Young Marshal, I Will Climb the Wall Tonight (14)

Fu Yue returned to her original residence, renting a small house near Paramount. Wen Liang was already facing a situation where she would be kicked out if she could not pay the rent.

She sighed silently.

Thinking about her dignified Fu Yue, when had she ever been in such embarrassment?

Without money, there is really nothing to do.

She touched the purse in her hand, which was the one Sheng Yun had just given to her. It was thin and contained what seemed to be banknotes and some broken silver.

Fu Yue took it out and looked at it, then froze on the spot.

In addition to the broken silver, there were two silver notes of huge denominations in the wallet.

How big is the denomination?

Enough to buy a jewelry store.

Fu Yue rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly.

"..."

Her face looked a little strange.

Is Sheng Yun... not going to give her all his belongings?

bride price?

Fu Yue coughed lightly to shake the thoughts from his mind.

She put the purse away and took only the scraps of silver in it, planning to buy some food first and tell the boss of Paramount why she hadn't been there for so long.

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Arriving backstage at Paramount.

After explaining it to the boss, the other party just waved his hand casually and said that he understood. Looking at the boss's behavior, you can tell that he doesn't care at all whether he is a small actor or not.

Fu Yue sighed slightly.

This also shows how little attention the original body has.

As usual, she sat in front of her dressing table and took out her costume and makeup tools.

Start applying makeup.

Regardless of whether there is a play or not, you still have to prepare first.

Now she only has this job and can only make ends meet.

Because she is poor.

The kind who are too poor to afford food.

Fu Yue sighed again.

…

This time, in the middle of the performance outside, the boss hurriedly ran in and glanced at the people backstage, as if the eunuch was selecting a girl for the emperor.

When he saw Fu Yue, the boss's eyes lit up and he pointed at her.

"You, you go to the stage and sing."

"Why are you so confused? Come here quickly. It's Madam Bo's birthday today. Come to our Paramount to listen to the opera. Wen Liang, please sing well. As long as Madam Bo is satisfied, the benefits will be yours."

Fu Yue was startled.

Mrs. Bo?

Isn't this Bo Sijin's scumbag mother?

So, Bao Sijin is here too?

Realizing this, Fu Yue couldn't help but frowned.

She really didn't want to get into the plot.

But now she is forced to make a living (that is, she is poor), so she has to lower her head, bend her waist for five buckets of rice, and drive ducks to the shelves for performances.

…

On stage.

The actor in green clothes waved his sleeves, and the graceful figure in dark red and light green swayed gently. The actor had a graceful figure, and his face was covered with bright oil paint. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but just by looking at her figure, you could tell that she was a stunning beauty.

Wen Liang has a good voice.

She is a girl from Jiangnan, and her speech has a charming sense of Wu dialect.

There were some people sitting under the stage, headed by a young warlord. The man was dressed in military uniform and had a handsome appearance. He had a long black cloak on his shoulders, and thin golden chains hanging from his military uniform belt, reflecting the metallic luster.

Fu Yue only glanced at him and knew that this was Bao Sijin's scumbag.

Next to him sat an elderly lady, who was probably Bao Sijin's mother.

Of course Fu Yue didn't want to attract this man's attention, and An Jing was just an emotionless singing machine.

She sang, she sang, and she sang.

…

After singing.

Fu Yue, who was supposed to step down, was stopped.

"stop."

The voice is cold. For details, please refer to the male protagonist of the story about the hegemon in the early Republic of China.