"Manager Tao," Song San wiped the sweat off his forehead and touched the box, saying, "Alright, everything is here. Do you have anything else that hasn't been moved? I still have some energy left, so I can bring it to you right away, buddy."

Tao Rong glanced around at the small room, crammed with cardboard boxes of various sizes, leaving no space for movement. "There's nothing else here, Brother Song. You should go back quickly and not let it delay your important matters."

Song San waved his hand, "Ah, Xu Sihai is really heartless. Just as Master Fu left, he drove you out, Mr. Tao. He's truly outrageous!"

Tao Rong quickly interrupted him, "Stop talking. The theater has been struggling to make money for the past few years. With my master gone, it will be even more difficult. How can they afford to support someone like me who doesn't contribute anything?"

Song San frowned and disapproved, his face filled with dissatisfaction. "From what you, Master Tao, are saying, if it weren't for you, the Yuanqing Class would have been gone 800 years ago." In terms of age, Tao Rong, who is only nineteen this year, is much younger than Song San. But Song San has always admired this young man from the bottom of his heart. Even though he is no longer in the Yuanqing Class, he still respectfully refers to him as "Master Tao". That's why he hurried over to help as soon as he heard the news about Tao Rong.

Tao Rong shook his head and remained silent.

Upon seeing his uninterested look, Song San didn't know what else to say. However, his heart couldn't help but feel sour. "So, Mr. Tao, what are your plans for the future?"

Tao Rong pondered for a moment. "I'm not sure. I'll try to find a new gig and see if I can keep on singing."

"Ah, oy!" Song San was so distressed that he didn't know what to say. He used to be a famous figure in the capital, how could he end up singing at grass banquets for someone else's celebrations and mourning events! "Boss Tao, please don't joke around. Although your voice may have deteriorated, the emotion in your singing is even stronger. If it weren't for Xu Sihai deliberately suppressing you, how could you be bullied by Xu Jinglai's grandson?! It's not worth stooping to grass banquets, not worth it!" Song San become increasingly agitated as he spoke, and started swearing outright.

"Songo!" Tao Rong furrowed his brow and muttered under his breath.

"Tsk!" Song San let out a dissatisfied sound. "Fine, fine, fine. Lord Tao, you truly have the ability to sail a boat in the prime minister's belly. I won't say it anymore, won't say it anymore. Speaking further would only make me look like a petty person. In that case, Cao Troupe, if you still want to sing well in the future, then just don't go, it's too undervalued. Qingyuan Troupe may not be worth mentioning, but at the very least, it is a proper theatre troupe. There's no reason for you to descend like this. It will be difficult for you to turn things around in the future."

Tao Rong pondered for a moment and thought that this made sense. The situation had come unexpectedly, and he hadn't really thought it through. He simply felt that being able to continue singing was a good thing.

"I've been out of the Yuanqing Class for three or four years, and I've made a bit of a name for myself." The Yuanqing Class really can't hold onto people. Song San couldn't help but think as he said this, "Mr. Tao, if you don't mind, I have a job here. Would you like to work for a couple of days? Although it's not a long-term job, the pay is quite good. The beginning is always the hardest, and if you don't have some spare money in your hands, nothing will go smoothly."

Song San left Yuanqing Ban and, relying on his cunning wit, managed to make a name for himself. Unexpectedly, he entered the film and television industry and started from being an extra, gradually rising to become a prominent figure. Now, he even has the responsibility of casting a few films.

Seeing Tao Rong hesitating, Song San reassured, "Don't worry, this is definitely a good job."

"I don't not believe Brother Song, it's just... I've never worked in a performing troupe before, I'm afraid I might ruin Brother Song's affairs." Tao Rong has always heard news about Song San. Although the people in the troupe would sarcastically belittle him, Tao Rong could sense from their sour tone that Song San was doing quite well.

"Hey! How can that be! This time I'm following Lian Jue Sheng to shoot a movie. We've already started post-production. It's set in the Republican era, and Fan Li Hua's singing lines need dubbing. Although it's behind-the-scenes work, as you know, singing requires professional skills. It's not something you can learn in a few days. Lian Jue Sheng has high expectations. Dubbing is the only option. Sigh, it's just a pity I can't show my face. Look at my appearance! Look at my figure! I'm stronger than those young idols in every way, except maybe a bit shorter."

"What is 'little fresh meat'?" Tao Rong asked with confusion.

"Sir Tao, you are truly... indifferent to worldly affairs. Simply handsome! Praising you!"

"Oh... This way of speaking is really strange," Tao Rongxin said.

"All right, if you don't mind, let's go try the sound tomorrow. 8 a.m. at the AE Building. Once you arrive, give me a call, okay? Do you know my cellphone number?"

"I don't have a cell phone," Tao Rong said apologetically.

"What?! Song San stared in disbelief, "Wow, you really live in ancient times. Forget it, you can use mine first. I have two anyway. Although this is a knockoff, it has all the functions." Song San searched all over his body and turned his waist bag upside down, finally finding an old cell phone with a broken screen and handed it to Tao Rong.

Tao Rong stared for a while, looking at Song San and said, "I don't know how to use it."

Song San was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "I really don't know how Master Fu raised you. It's like you've come from another time." Seeing the puzzled expression on Tao Rong's face again, because he had heard unfamiliar words, Song San resignedly began teaching him how to use a mobile phone.

After Song San left, Tao Rong was left alone in the room, suddenly feeling a sense of emptiness.

From the moment Tao Rong picked up a pen to take notes, he began to sing opera.

The earliest was imitating the incoherent babbling from old radios, unable to speak clearly, but able to sing songs with precision. Later, he was noticed by Mr. Fu Chunying and brought to the Yuanqing Troupe. It has been ten years since.

Having been kicked out of the place where he had lived since childhood, it was impossible for Tao Rong not to feel angry. However, he just felt a little tired.

Having sung for so many years, he is not tired.

Having been guarded against for so many years, I really can't take it anymore.

On the stage, it has always been the one with the strongest skill who makes the decisions. Although there are strict rules concerning seniority and apprenticeship, if one is a renowned performer, they do not need to bother themselves with these trivial matters.

Tao Rong used to be a renowned opera performer, an incredibly popular one at that.

What happened afterwards?

Later on...

(Note: In order to provide a more accurate translation, I would need more context or information about the paragraph you want me to translate. "后来" on its own is a vague term that can have multiple meanings depending on the context.)

Tao Rong chuckled self-deprecatingly. Why bother thinking so much? Well, it's good that Brother Song's recent assignments will keep me busy for a few days, saving me from being overly concerned.