The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

Chapter 35: grandstanding unfilial son 14

There are people in this world who do nasty things.

They’re blatantly messed up, but you can’t get hold of him most of the time. Their actions are not criminal or even illegal, they are just stumbling you and holding you back, but they still think they are righteous.

For example, Zhou Yuanfu, whether it is to slander his own son in front of the media in the book, or to obstruct Gao Junxin from cooperating with the Sichuan Opera Research Institute, this person’s existence is specifically against his son. He is trying every means to make Gao Junxin feel better. He also always felt that he was wronged and pitiful, and never thought that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

He undercut the children’s wages? He spent a lot of money on raising so many people.

Is he bad for his son? It is grace to raise this debt collector.

In Zhou Yuanfu’s eyes, Gao Jun wanted to kill Gao Qingxiu and tried to anger him, and now he was going to sell the Gao family heirloom.

Zhou Yuanfu wanted to beat Gao Jun to death with Huqin and teach him a good lesson, but Zhou Yuanfu was being held by him, and those pincer-like hands were about to break a handful of old bones into pieces.

Sure enough, sure enough, this kid was single-minded about killing him!

He was speechless in pain, unable to struggle. Feeling ashamed if you want to cry and beg for mercy, you can only grit your teeth and not shout.

The passing uncle saw that Zhou Yuanfu’s face was not very good, and asked with concern: “Oh, old Zhou, what’s wrong with you?”

“Uncle Zhang, it’s my fault that makes Dad angry.” Gao Junxin smiled helplessly.

“What about “The Legend of the White Snake”?” Lao Zhang knew it in his heart: “The old man is stubborn, please persuade Xiao Gao.”

After speaking, Lao Zhang patted Gao Junxin on the shoulder to express his encouragement, then shook his head and left.

Who does not know that Zhou Yuanfu has made a lot of trouble for Gao Tianxi’s version of “The Legend of the White Snake” in the Sichuan Opera Research Institute, so he will not get involved in other people’s family affairs.

Zhou Yuanfu originally expected his colleagues to rescue him, but an old Zhang passed by, and so did Lao Li.

They seemed to be bewitched by Gao Junxin’s magic, and they believed him unconditionally.

I don’t know if Zhou Yuanfu failed too much in life, or if Gao Junxin was too successful in disguise.

Back home, Lan Yunmeng was hanging his throat at home. Seeing Gao Junxin, she was ecstatic!

“Dad, brother!?” Lan Yunmeng was very excited, could she be unhappy about the family reunion today?

It’s just that his father’s state is not quite right, but these days, because of “The Legend of the White Snake”, he is not right.

“Yunmeng, go buy some snacks.” Gao Junxin took Lan Yunmeng away.

“Okay, what do you want to eat, brother?” Lan Yunmeng grabbed her wallet and prepared to leave, but she didn’t see Zhou Yuanfu’s cry for help.

“Just buy some braised vegetables, and buy some of your favorite food.” Gao Junxin pressed Zhou Yuanfu onto the sofa by the way.

“Then I’ll go!” Lan Yunmeng left in a hurry.

Gao Junxin closed the door, moved the stool and sat directly opposite Zhou Yuanfu.

Facing the pale, angry and full of fear face, Gao Jun calmly said: “Okay, now it’s just the two of us, it’s time to have a good talk.”

“Nothing to talk about! Anyway, I don’t agree with your cooperation with Zheng Yulian!” Zhou Yuanfu turned his face sideways, not daring to look at Gao Junxin’s face.

He was afraid.

Gao Junxin chuckled: “You’re just the son-in-law of the Gao family, it’s not your turn to object to this.”

“You!” Zhou Yuanfu held his breath in his heart, not to mention how ugly his face was.

Gao Junxin’s words pierced his heart and pierced his lungs.

Yes! He is the son-in-law of the Gao family, and Tianxi Ban belongs to the Gao family and his Gao Jun. All the unique skills of Tianxi Class are inherited by Gao Junxin! Where would it be his turn to speak to someone with a foreign surname!

He has been studying art with Gao Yusheng since he was very young. He has worked hard for this troupe for nearly 50 years, and accompanied Gao Qingxiu through the most difficult period. In the past ten years, he has managed this troupe almost entirely.

Great youth, great opportunity for reform and opening up, what can he do without earning money? But he stayed in Tianxi class for the sake of his feelings, and was willing to accompany Gao Qingxiu to suffer and suffer for his feelings. For the sake of his deceased wife, he continued Tianxiban’s life and dragged such a hateful debt collector.

It’s a pity, no matter how hard he works, no matter how much he worries, it’s not justified, the leader of Tianxi class is always Gao Jun, not Zhou Yuanfu!

Now that Nizi wants to sell heirlooms, he has no right to speak!

The more he thought about Zhou Yuanfu, the more he felt wronged, he stretched out his hand and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

He really felt that it was the right decision to leave Tianxiban at that time. Zhou Yuanfu felt that he had paid too much and should have planned for himself.

“Do you feel wronged?” Gao Jun asked coldly.

“Didn’t you see how much I paid?!” Zhou Yuan wanted to express his resentment.

“Don’t pour bitter water on me, I’m not interested.” Gao Jun refused firmly, he didn’t come to listen to Zhou Yuanfu’s complaints.

“Then get out of here! This is my house, you are not welcome!” Zhou Yuanfu rushed out.

Gao Junxin smiled and said, “Don’t worry.”

*

Gao Junxin stood up and walked to the balcony of Zhou’s house, looking carefully in the small corner of Lan Yunmeng’s practice.

There are many opera props left in this small corner, and he took a long white silk.

Gao Junxin held the white silk in both hands and sat back in front of Zhou Yuanfu.

“What are you doing!” Zhou Yuanfu screamed in horror, like a frightened chicken

“It’s nothing, I’ll ask you how to tie the knot.” Gao Junxin smiled and said, “In the play of “The Hanged Man”, the final trick is ‘the hanging’. How to tie the knot around the neck? I don’t remember very clearly. , Dad, you should know, right?”

Zhou Yuanfu was trembling all over, but now he closed his mouth tightly and stopped talking.

Gao Junxin began to tie the knots. He was quick to tie two loops at each end of the silk. They were exactly the same, and there was no difference.

“Dad, is my method correct? Which method did you use?” Gao Junxin asked with a smile, “Can you see the difference? Which one is a dead buckle? Which one is a live buckle?”

Zhou Yuanfu shook his head, unable to answer a single one of these series of pressing questions.

“Why don’t you dare to look at it?” Gao Junxin asked.

Zhou Yuanfu looked at the circle made of two silks with a guilty conscience, and suddenly there was a figure of Gao Qingxiu struggling desperately in midair.

Fright, sorrow, regret, and longing erupted at this moment, Zhou Yuanfu burst into tears.

Gao Jun watched indifferently, his mood did not waver.

*

The name of the play is “Gang’s Hanged”, and the actor who plays Gunn will definitely hang himself in the end.

A slender pole is controlled by three or five people. The actor’s head is hung on a piece of white silk, and his body is suspended in the air.

In this scene, each family has their own way of acting, and each family has a different method of hanging. Some are hung on the waist, some on the shoulders, but something must be hung around the neck to give the illusion of being hanged.

However, Gao Qingxiu’s performance had an accident, the live button became a dead button, and the fake hook became a real hook.

Gao Qingxiu felt that something was wrong and started to struggle. The more she struggled, the more she died. She struggled to survive, but everyone thought it was a realistic acting, and no one stepped forward to rescue her.

Gao Qingxiu died tragically in front of everyone’s eyes, and no one was held accountable for this stage accident.

Why didn’t you pursue it? This is a big risk, and everyone in the audience knows exactly who is ordering, acting, and watching the show. If you investigate this responsibility carefully, the scope of responsibility is too large, and the law does not blame the public.

Besides, in the troupe, when performing the hanging, there are five or six people hanging on the rope and pulling the pole, plus several other actors watching on the stage. Are they responsible for so many people?

The person who was in charge of the props at that time and the person in charge of the buckle was Zhou Yuanfu. It stands to reason that the main responsibility lies with him. However, the method of his buttoning was taught by Gao Qingxiu.

In fact, Gao Qingxiu does not know this play at all, and has never learned it.

This play makes money, but it is not easy to act, and the actors are at great risk. Actors who were arranged to hang themselves in the old society must have offended people and were punished.

Gao Yusheng felt sorry for his daughter, and the entire troupe banned the performance of “The Hanged Geng”. The technique of hanging himself was not taught at all.

When Gao Qingxiu runs a troupe, it will be difficult to survive. Finally, someone offered a high price to act, Gao Qingxiu agreed, and after returning, he thought about how to act.

The final method of buttoning, she pondered based on her childhood memory.

She tried a few times, and although it was very uncomfortable, she was lucky and she thought the method was right.

Who knows, something unexpected happened in the end.

Gao Junxin didn’t know about these old past events, but he had Meng Chuan by his side.

When the two were eating, they talked about Gao Qingxiu.

Gao Jun’s heart started to inquire.

Meng Chuan didn’t want to talk at first, but Gao Jun coaxed a few words and poured a few glasses of wine, talking about the past sadly.

Knowing the cause of Gao Qingxiu’s death, many things can be explained.

*

Zhou Yuanfu choked up and said, “It’s you…you broke the incense used for sacrifices, it was you who offended ghosts and gods…”

Gao Junxin sarcastically said: “Shipping the responsibility to a ten-year-old child? Enough!”

Zhou Yuanfu’s face was flushed, and he argued fiercely: “It used to be good, and it was successful in several performances. It’s because of your lack of politeness that you caused trouble.”

“It was an accident.” Gao Jun said solemnly, “It was an accident caused by a technical error between you and your mother.”

A sad accident.

To survive, to make money. A troupe forcibly took on a play that they did not know at all, and then the technology failed, and an accident occurred.

Zhou Yuanfu knew better than anyone that he killed Gao Qingxiu, but he couldn’t accept the fact, nor could he bear the intense guilt and unprecedented pressure. He pushed all the guilt and pain onto his son’s head.

“I only recently found out that you actually blamed me for this accident.” Gao Jun said in his heart, “You still treat me harshly because of this… My past experience under your hands, if I go to sue me for abuse, I will probably win the case. It’s obviously your fault, why are you torturing me?”

Zhou Yuanfu lowered his head, his selfish and despicable behavior was completely exposed, and he had no face to see his son.

Gao Jun heart asked why.

yeah why?

Because it’s a lot easier to blame someone else for the fault.

In addition, he has grievances against the Tianxi troupe, and he is jealous that his son was born to inherit the troupe, and he will feel superior to tossing him.

He didn’t dare to say these words, and he didn’t have the face to say it.

“I hope you understand that you are no longer qualified to intervene in my affairs.” Gao Junxin decided: “From now on, we will not interfere with each other, and we will all be well.”

As long as Zhou Yuanfu still has a little conscience, and he still needs face, he won’t be a demon anymore. For Tianxiban and Gao Junxin’s affairs, from now on, he has not heard or turned a blind eye.

“Okay!” Zhou Yuanfu agreed.

His voice was heavy and weak.

Is it worth this step between father and son? He doubted for the first time.

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ε=(?ο｀*))) Alas, I just want to sigh after writing this

If the scumbag goes offline, his retribution will slowly come to him.