Outsider: The Fifth Young Master of the Kang Family

"Acting training class?"

Kang Qirui and Er Lao just solved the problem of the nanny at home. Today, they found a local nanny named Aunt Zhen in the housekeeping company. She has been working in the nanny industry for almost five years. Before they returned to the Kang family and sat down, A Zu pulled Kang Qirui to the study to discuss the film and television company. After listening to A Zu's thoughts, Kang Qirui asked in surprise.

"That's right. Miss Tang and I have discussed this. Now that we have more and more movies to shoot, instead of helping other companies train actors, we might as well open our own training class. After graduation, we can put them in our own movies and start with curry powder. Maybe we can slowly train a few first-line movie stars." A Zu obviously had a specific plan long ago. He talked about it calmly: "Look at TVB in Hong Kong. They are like this. All the actors are trained in their own training classes, so their costs can be very low, which is also very helpful for the company's profit margin."

TVB's performing arts training class has indeed produced many film and television superstars. Now A Zu also wants to introduce this model. Kang Qirui has no objection, but he has a suggestion. He said: "If you want to run a training class, I suggest not only focusing on actors, but also training singers. I heard that there is a trainee model in Korea, we can also do it, train them for two to three years and then let them debut."

A-Zu nodded, "Okay, no problem. Then I'll go back and discuss this with Miss Tang. There is indeed a way to train singers. Singers can make a lot of money now."

Kang Qirui added: "If you want to do something, you have to do it to the best of your ability. You must find good teachers in all aspects. Don't save money by hiring those who don't understand to teach you."

"Of course, do you think I'm stupid?" A Zu laughed awkwardly and said, "Anyway, you can rest assured that I can do the job. I will work on it with Miss Tang in the next two days. Then you can come to the company on Friday for a meeting?"

Kang Qirui nodded, and seeing that A-Zu had finished talking, Aunt Zhen also came to the intersection of Changsheng Street with her luggage. Kang Qirui went out to pick up Aunt Zhen, arranged a room for her, and took her to familiarize herself with the Kang family mansion, and then asked her to go to the kitchen to help the nanny cook.

Although this was the first time Aunt Zhen cooked at the Kang family, she didn't show off her skills, but just cooked a few home-cooked dishes with the vegetables bought by the nanny. This is the kind of nanny that Lao Dou and his nanny want, a nanny who can cook Cantonese home-cooked dishes, so they are 120% satisfied with Aunt Zhen.

"Look, we're late." After dinner, when Aunt Zhen was cleaning up, the writer walked into the Kang family dining room from outside.

"Luckily you came late. If you had come earlier, we wouldn't have to eat." The boss gave the writer a sarcastic smile. The mother waved at him and asked the writer, "Lao Zuo, what's the matter?"

The writer pointed to the mineral water bottle in his hand and said, "This is what happened. I wanted to cook a few dishes myself. The pan was hot and the fire was on, but I saw that there was no oil. I wanted to borrow some oil from Mrs. Zhu." He glanced at Kang Qirui and Zhu Wanling and continued, "But Mrs. Zhu is a stingy person. Not only did she not help me, she also locked up the oil."

"Let me tell you, you can buy it at the convenience store outside." Zhu Wanling said unhappily. Naturally, she was not in a good mood towards the writer because he was talking about her mother in front of her.

"The oil in the grocery store is 5 cents more expensive than in the supermarket." The writer made an excuse and handed the bottle to the nanny, "Aunt Kang, come here."

"Okay, okay. Ah Zhen, when you finish packing, bring him some oil." The mother was kind-hearted and ordered Ah Zhen without thinking. But the father was not so kind. He snorted, "Writer, every time you come to my house, you either bring oil or salt!"

The writer was not embarrassed when his father praised him in front of him. He waved his hand and said, "Kang Bo, you are a big shot who has seen the world. What can we ordinary people do to help you?" As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something. He took out two theater tickets from his clothes and said, "Yes, yes, yes, there are really some. Look, they are theater tickets! It's tonight. You two can go and watch it."

"What kind of theater tickets?" asked the old man. If it was Cantonese opera, he would go to watch it.

"Oh, you'll know if you go and see it. I tell you, he's a very famous actor, a national-level one, right?" the writer said. The old man and the mother looked at each other. If this was the case, even if it wasn't Cantonese opera, they would still go and see it.

As a result, she came back with a lot of resentment. "Dad, Mom, why did you come back so soon?" When they came back, it was not even 9 o'clock in the evening, Xianglan asked curiously.

"Didn't you say we were going to watch Cantonese opera?" the second brother asked. "Watch Cantonese opera? What are you watching?" the old man angrily scolded, "I don't even know what they are singing, they are just babbling like a ghost eating mud!"

"This kind of play is not suitable for us to watch at all. The writer is simply a liar." The mother said in a rare unhappy tone.

"Not suitable for you to watch?" Ah Yao guessed after hearing this: "Is it a high-end art like performance art? You can't understand it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "It's not that I can't understand it, it's that I can't understand it at all. I'm not deaf, I just can't understand it!"

"A dialect play?" asked Big Brother Guang.

"It's even more dialect-y than dialect operas." The maid said, "It's something like North of the Yellow River or Qinqiang. It's so high-pitched and sharp that it hurts my ears when I hear it."

"I've always said that the writer isn't that kind. If the show is really good, why wouldn't he go? Why would he give the ticket to someone else?" Er Lao laughed awkwardly, then said, "If it were me, I would definitely not accept the ticket if someone gave it to me!"

But the next afternoon, Kang Qirui saw his second brother and his wife coming back with a set of evening gowns. When he asked, he found out that it was Tianxiu's head teacher, Mr. Wang, who gave them two tickets for a drama performance. In order to give face to Mr. Wang, they specially bought a set of evening gowns.

"Second brother, who was it yesterday who loudly said that he would definitely not accept the tickets given to him by others?" Kang Qirui asked deliberately after listening to their story.

"Hey, hey, are you mocking your second brother like this?" The second brother patted Kang Qirui lightly and said helplessly: "Who is that? It's Tianxiu's head teacher. It's fine if we don't send her off, but if she sends us off and we still don't want her, what will happen to Tianxiu? You know, she will be promoted from primary school to junior high school in June. This is the final sprint. What can we do?"

When they returned to Kang's house after watching the play that night, both of them had purple faces. "Second sister-in-law, why is your face so purple?" Xianglan asked hurriedly.

"He must have gone out for a midnight snack after the show and got food poisoning. This is what they say: It's hard to get fat by eating alone." Big Boss Guang said.

"What? We are so cold." The second sister-in-law retorted angrily, her voice trembling as she said, "You don't know, there were hardly any people at the venue, and the air conditioning was freezing cold. It just so happened that the temperature dropped these few days, and I was dressed like this, so I was so cold."

As they were talking, the phone in the living room rang. Er Lao picked it up and it turned out to be Teacher Wang. "Teacher Wang? I've been watching, but my stupid brother did the wrong thing at the wrong time. He said the water heater at home didn't work and asked me to go back and check. It turned out that he didn't turn on the gas switch."

"We will go back to watch it next time if we have the chance. We will buy tickets to watch it ourselves. This play is really great. It's really great. We have been married for so long, and just like my wife said, I have never taken her to watch such a good play."

"Yeah, yeah, it's a shame. I didn't even get the chance to watch the whole show."

Everyone was enjoying Er Lao's lies when they heard him suddenly pause and asked in surprise: "Ah? There's really no need to spend so much money, we can... Hey, hey, hey?"

"What's the matter?" Everyone looked at Er Lao curiously after the call was hung up. Er Lao said helplessly: "Teacher Wang said he would give us two more tickets so that we can go and watch it tomorrow night!" (End of this chapter)