Yu Niaoniao looked around as she walked and saw many costumes drying in the small courtyard.
Those costumes had been used for a long time and had long been washed out of color. There were obvious signs of mending.
When she walked into the house, she realized that it was filled with old tables and chairs. There was a temporary stage built of wooden planks in the middle of the house.
Liu Qirui took the initiative to introduce the troupe.
"We originally had a theater, but in order to repay our debt, we were forced to give it up. Now we could only live here. The more famous actors in the theater had left."
"Now that the opera troupe was in danger, I don't know how long we could last. Even if you're willing to pay for the opera troupe, it's very difficult to let it return to its former glory."
Yu Niaoniao looked at his hard face and asked.
"You don't seem too willing to let me buy the troupe?"
