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After leaving Goulan, Wang Junlin did not leave. Instead, he continued to visit the tile market with Nie Xiaoyu, who was observing everything secretly with an expressionless face. Compared to Goulan, the overall space of the tile market was very large, and there were many temporary tiles in it.
The erected viewing booth is very simple, surrounded by railings on the outside, and there are opera singers, dancers, singers, storytellers, acrobats, etc., as long as they can bring people fun or kill time, they are all here.
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People can go in and enjoy the programs here at will. If they feel good, they can throw money away. If they feel bad, they won't get a penny, and no one will say anything.
These viewing booths are actually hook-ups. Of course, such hook-ups are only the lowest-end entertainment venues. Most of the people gathered inside are ordinary people who are not well-off.
In addition to these goulan, there are also performances similar to goulan in teahouses, wine shops, and even brothels, but these places are relatively high-end and ordinary people cannot afford them.
In view of the gap between rich and poor and the proportion of rich and poor people in this era, at least 70% to 80% of people consume in ordinary gouran, while those who consume in high-end teahouses, restaurants and brothels are probably only 10 to 20% at most.
That's all.
After going around in a circle, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu came to the Goulan where the grandfather and grandson were again. At this time, they had already begun to perform storytelling.
"You two gentlemen, what do you need?"
It was still the same guy I met just now. When he saw Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu coming in, he asked with a smile on his face.
"What do you have here?" Wang Junlin felt that the tea here tasted really average. After drinking it once, he didn't want to drink it a second time.
"We have tea here." The waiter said with a warm smile.
"Is there anything else?" Wang Junlin frowned.
"Only tea." The smile on the waiter's face did not change. He was indeed a good fellow.
Having no choice, Wang Junlin finally let the waiter serve a pot of tea.
But I couldn't help but secretly sigh in my heart, the person in charge of Goulan has no business acumen and is very bad at doing business. No matter what kind of performance you are watching, you can just provide some snacks, dried fruits and the like, and the price does not need to be too expensive. It is better than outside
The stalls are 10% or 20% more expensive, which is a lot of money.
Think about it in the future, whether it is the black dance hall or the white dance hall, it is free to watch the performance, but you have already made enough money from drinks, fruits, melon seeds, and drinks. Then if the service is more complete and the guests are retained, it may not be possible to make a lot of money.
, but at least they won’t make the grandfather and grandson so pitiful.
I thought about these things for a while, and while waiting for the waiter to serve tea, I listened to the storyteller on the stage.
"This old man has multiple jobs!" To Wang Junlin's surprise, the storyteller was the old man who played the guqin between his grandfather and grandson. When Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu came, they were already halfway through the story, and they didn't know what to say.
I don’t know what story he is telling, but the logic of the story is simple, and you can guess a lot with just a few guesses. The few people sitting scattered in the audience listened enthusiastically, and they were happy to hear it.
Occasionally someone pinched a few copper coins from his arms and threw them up. The old man smiled on his face and spoke more energetically.
When talking about the critical moment, the old man suddenly stopped his voice, stood up, and said: "Dear readers, today's story ends here. If you want to know what happened, please listen to the next chapter..."
Just when they heard the emergency, a few people below were immediately dissatisfied when the old man came out like this, but their expressions were not very strong.
"You old man, why are you trying to keep your appetite? Go on!"
"I was so excited when I heard it, what does this mean?"
"Next time I'll break it down, I'll break it down to the ground, and I'll reward you with some coppers, just for talking about it!"
The two people muttered a few words, took out the copper coins from their arms and threw them on the stage.
"Since all the judges are showing favor, the old man continued." Seeing a few coins falling at his feet, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It is normal for the storyteller industry to be silent at this time. If no one throws reward money,
I can't go on about this book.
With the reward, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like chrysanthemums. He had already stood up, but he immediately sat down, cleared his throat, and said with emphasis: "Let's talk about Mr. Liu coming to Wangjiazhuang..."
This old man's routine is relatively common. Those storytellers or actors will stop at the end of a show or at a critical moment, charge the audience, and then continue to perform. It is very common in the Washi Goulan. After all, these rewards
It is the majority of their income. The customers actually know the rules. If they curse a few words, they will still be given the reward they deserve. But the premise is that the story can attract them to want to know what follows.
"Such a boring story is so popular. This is because in future generations, not to mention the Jin family, ancient seniors, and those Internet novel masters, even the stories compiled by slightly famous Internet novel authors will be better than this story.
How many streets are there?" Compared with the previous dancing and singing performances, this story-telling scene surprised Wang Junlin, and he couldn't help but sigh again at the lack of spiritual food for people in this era.
Also, the service... I looked in the direction where the guy left. The guy was quite enthusiastic just now, but the tea was served very slowly! After so long, the tea still hasn't been served...
At this time, on one side of the stands, the cute and cute girl, the granddaughter of the old storyteller on the stage, showed her head. When she saw Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu sitting at the table not far away, she walked over with a look of joy on her face. She
Grandpa and I were busy performing just now. After taking the two benefactors to Goulan, they went to work first. After finishing their work, they went to find the benefactors to prepare a good reception and thank them. The two benefactors had already left. As a result, just when they were disappointed, the benefactors came again.
came back.
She quickly ran to the backyard to get a snack wrapped in a handkerchief from her bed. The cute and cute girl ran to the front to hook the fence, but almost bumped into the waiter.
The girl tightly grasped the handkerchief she was holding. Seeing that the snacks she had treasured for many days had not fallen out, she patted her chest, exhaled, and said angrily: "Well, you Wei Dabao, are you trying to scare me?"
Damn this girl!"
The waiter was holding his stomach, his forehead was covered with sweat, and with a tangled expression on his face, he bent down and said, "Sister Shuyi, please help me give this pot of tea to the two young men over there. I seem to have a stomachache."
As the waiter spoke, he pointed to the teapot placed aside, and then disappeared as quickly as possible.
The girl took the teapot and grabbed her handkerchief with her other hand. She muttered something before picking up the teapot and walked over.