Chapter 342 0341 [Life Must Have a Sense of Ritual! 】

In the room, Shi Zhijian put Bao'er down, and Bao'er suddenly pointed at Shi Zhijian's neck and said, "Little uncle, why do you have little strawberries on your neck?"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

Shi Zhijian hurriedly ran to the changing mirror to take a closer look. Sure enough, there were a few red bruises on his neck from sucking, which were oval in shape, like strawberries.

Shi Zhijian understood after careful thought.

Nie Yongqin is a serious girl on the surface, but she can't stop the car when she becomes crazy.

Shi Zhijian found a brown round-spotted silk scarf for men, buried it under the collar of his white shirt, wrapped it around his neck, and put on a gray suit jacket to match the silk scarf.

"Ajian, it's time to eat!" the elder sister Shi Yufeng shouted from the dining table.

Shi Zhijian hurriedly tidied up for the last time before walking over.

Shi Yufeng was setting the chopsticks. When she looked up and saw Shi Zhijian dressed so grandly, she couldn't help being surprised: "Are you crazy? Dressed like this, do you think you're eating Western food?"

"Ahem, life should have a sense of ritual, dress more formally, and eat more deliciously!"

"I've never heard of it. You used to rub your face on the dining table without even washing your face."

"That was before, I..."

Before Shi Zhijian finished speaking, Bao'er ran over with the little black dog, pointed at Shi Zhijian and said to his mother, "Little uncle has strawberries!"

"What strawberry?"

Shi Zhijian quickly covered Bao'er's mouth: "She is greedy and wants to eat strawberries."

Shi Yufeng glared at Bao'er: "What strawberries do you eat? Wait until I buy you apples! An apple a day keeps me away from illness! Eating strawberries will bring bad luck! Ghosts like to eat that stuff!"

Bao'er still wanted to struggle, Shi Zhijian hurriedly leaned into her ear: "Shut up, don't talk nonsense - I'll buy you a hamburger!"

The word "hamburger" seems to have some magic,

Bao'er immediately stopped moving, blinked her eyes, "Little uncle, don't lie to me."

Shi Zhijian took a deep breath, let go of Bao'er and said, "Of course! Your old uncle keeps his word - eat!"

...

Bao'er picked up the food with chopsticks, looked down at the little black dog who was squatting on the ground, looked up at her, and threw a big white steamed bun to it.

Before the little black dog took the big white steamed buns away with its mouth, Shi Yufeng bent down and picked them up, "What a crime, all these good steamed buns were fed to the dog?" She turned her face and scolded Bao'er, "Waste food! Miss Princess reincarnated?"

While talking, he peeled off the dirty steamed bun, threw it to the little black dog, and ate it by himself, "I'll feed it with leftovers later!"

Bo'er pouted and didn't speak.

The little black dog barked at Shi Yufeng in protest.

Shi Yufeng glared at the little black dog, "It doesn't matter how loud you bark! I want to live frugally, save money first!"

These words were clearly addressed to Shi Zhijian.

Shi Zhijian picked up a piece of tofu with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, "Sister, what are you going to do again?"

"I don't do anything, save money, can't I?" Shi Yufeng said, but picked up a piece of scrambled egg with chopsticks, and put it into Shi Zhijian's bowl flatteringly, "Don't just eat tofu, eggs are nutritious."

Shi Zhijian ate the scrambled eggs, took a bite of mung bean porridge, and then looked up at the elder sister: "I've given you a chance. If you don't say anything, I won't ask again in the future."

"Ahem, it's really nothing!" Shi Yufeng looked strange, "I have hands and feet, so I can't eat at home, and now I quit my job in a plastic flower factory, so I want to find another job."

"You can go to our factory. I will do whatever you want."

"That's not good. Everyone knows that you are my younger brother. I will be embarrassed when I go to work there." Shi Yufeng hesitated, sticking chopsticks into his rice bowl, "So I want to buy a theater..."

"Huh?" Shi Zhijian was taken aback.

Shi Yufeng hurriedly said: "You know, I don't have any hobbies. Apart from listening to operas, I just watch Chen Baozhu! It just so happened that the contract of the Taiping Theater expired and the rent was not too expensive. Running business..."

Who is Shi Zhijian? Just by looking at the old lady's expression, he knew it was not that simple.

"It's not your idea alone, is it? You have been working in a plastic flower factory all the time, how can you have such insight!"

"You guessed it right." Shi Yufeng didn't hide anything, "Ah Yong told me that he was very familiar with the theater owner. Seeing that I usually had nothing to do, he suggested that I run the theater."

"Ayong?"

"Beard Yong! The factory is not too busy after the new year. He has been helping me with errands for the past few days and found a lot of business that can be done. In the end, I still think it is good to buy this theater!"

Shi Zhijian didn't speak, but was thinking about whether the Taiping Theater had a future.

Taiping Theater is the earliest theater in Hong Kong in the 19th century. It was built before 1890 and is located on Des Voeux Road West in Shek Tong Tsui. The whole theater can accommodate nearly 1,000 people, divided into front, middle and back seats, two floors of super class and boxes.

Of course, these are not the key points. The key point is that now Hong Kong movies are becoming popular, and TVB TV station has also been established. Soon, with the opening of free TV, new gadgets such as TV sets will also become popular.

At that time, many Hong Kong people will be able to watch TV directly at home, and there will be all kinds of programs. This will have a great impact on traditional theaters, especially those that focus on Cantonese opera.

To put it bluntly, theater is a sunset industry, otherwise the theater owner would not have transferred such a profitable business.

"Do you agree or not? You should say something!" Seeing that Shi Zhijian was eating and not talking, Shi Yufeng couldn't help asking.

"Theatres are not easy to operate, especially this kind of Cantonese opera theater." Shi Zhijian looked at the old lady and gave his advice, "Don't think that you can just wait for the money to be collected in the theater under the market, this kind of theater needs very strong contacts in the industry, such as the famous opera troupe. Construction, as well as the maintenance of old customers, can you do all these?"

"This...cough cough! Is it that complicated?" Shi Yufeng was a little timid.

When Hu Xuyong proposed to her to run a theater, she didn't think too much about it, thinking that after the market was closed, she would have free movies to watch.

At that time, eating melon seeds, watching the show, and the people next to her kept calling her "the proprietress", Shi Yufeng felt very refreshed just thinking about it.

Shi Zhijian put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and looked at the stunned old lady: "If you really want to do it, you can do it, but after the plate is finished, it will not be a traditional Cantonese opera theater, but a movie theater."

"Ah, a movie theater?" Shi Yufeng couldn't keep up with the younger brother's thoughts.

"Yes, it's a movie theater." Shi Zhijian tapped on the dining table with his fingers, "Now our company already has a Cathay Pacific cinema chain and Golden Harvest Film Company, and they can support your operation at that time. Even if this business doesn't make money , and can’t pay.”

After a pause, he said, "Besides, I will appoint a professional to help you when the time comes. You just need to follow his advice."

Shi Yufeng rolled her eyes, feeling that this idea is very good.