"I'm already sixteen years old! I'm not too young!" Zheng Shuyi muttered, then realized and said happily: "Are you really sending stories? My grandfather is the person in charge here, I will
Go and ask him to come over."
Before he finished speaking, he jumped up and ran towards the Goulan backyard.
Not long after, an old man named Old Man Zheng strode over with a face of joy, and the girl Zheng Shuyi followed him.
"I would like to thank the two young masters for what happened today. One share of these rewards should belong to the young masters." Old Man Zheng saluted first, then placed a small cloth bag on the table in front of Wang Junlin, and said with a smile on his face.
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"Why did Mr. Zheng give me money?" Wang Junlin was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.
"If it weren't for "A Chinese Ghost Story" that the young master talked about, the little old man wouldn't be able to earn so much reward money, so please don't refuse the money." Although Old Man Zheng knew that the money might mean nothing to the two young masters in front of him.
I didn’t think so, but I still insisted on taking out half of it.
Because he told the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" without Wang Junlin's consent in advance. Although Wang Junlin took the initiative to tell Zheng Shuyi, only if Wang Junlin accepted the money could he continue to tell the story with confidence. At any time
There is no shortage of people with a simple nature like him.
"Yes, young master, just accept it." Zheng Shuyi also said from the side.
"In that case, I would be disrespectful." Wang Junlin thought for a moment, nodded, and took the bag over. It was filled with heavy copper coins. It seems that A Chinese Ghost Story has really made a lot of money for the other party in the past three days.
The small amount of money is enough to show that he guessed right. Stories like "A Chinese Ghost Story" are very popular, and these are just stories. If these stories are made into plays, and then build a large theater, one person will have one seat per person.
I don't know if I can charge money for selling tickets.
Wang Junlin suddenly discovered that he had only wanted to rectify Goulan and turn it into a sharp public opinion weapon in his hands. Now it seems that this move may also become a considerable source of income for him in the future.
After all, he is now asking Ye Ying and Wei Ziqi to establish a martial arts guild, which is a matter that requires a lot of money. Although he has done a lot of business in the past two years and it is easy to make money, but now he has to maintain the huge ghost eye.
The situation system, now that there is another martial arts guild, may not be enough. Of course, the martial arts guild will also earn a lot of money when it runs normally, but this will only happen in a few years.
Seeing Wang Junlin accept it, Old Man Zheng felt relieved, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Little old man, I have another unkind request..."
"I don't know what the old man's request is, but please speak frankly." Wang Junlin smiled, thinking that the other party was more anxious than him, but if he let the other party speak first, it would be easier to talk later.
"It's like this. You must have seen it just now. Those guests just came here for "A Chinese Ghost Story". I want to buy the later part of this story from you. Don't worry, the price will satisfy you."
"Old man Zheng looked at him expectantly and said.
Wang Junlin smiled and said: "This story can't make a few days of money."
Old Man Zheng's heart skipped a beat and he said: "Young Master means that there are more stories like this. If there are other stories, I might as well leave them all to the young man to tell them, and half of the money earned will be given to the Young Master."
Wang Junlin glanced at Goulan and said: "As for you, Goulan, if I just sell stories to you, I really can't be interested in the little money I make."
Old Man Zheng and Zheng Shuyi knew that Wang Junlin was telling the truth, so their expressions turned gloomy and they didn't know what to say for a moment.
"So, if you want to cooperate with me, I will make some changes to your Goulan business model and performance format." Wang Junlin said immediately, finally getting to the point.
Old Man Zheng and Zheng Shuyi looked at each other in confusion. The former couldn't help but ask: "Change, I wonder what kind of changes the young master is going to make?"
"Well, before I talk about how to change it, let me first tell you about changing the story into a drama. Once you understand this, the rest of the story will be easy to understand." Wang Junlin said with a smile.
"Drama?" This time it was Zheng Shuyi who looked at Li Yi before her grandfather, her pretty face was full of doubts, "What is a drama?"
"Drama is... well, it's really hard to explain." Wang Junlin knew that there was no word and expression for drama at this time, and it would be troublesome to explain it to the grandfather and grandson. But at this time, Nie Xiaoyu next to him suddenly said: "Drama"
It is to deduce the storyline through the form of performance. You can understand it as a sideshow often performed in Goulan, but it is different. There is no need to make up a aria. The language is straightforward and easy to understand. It only needs to be slightly modified according to the storyline.
Let me use "A Chinese Ghost Story" to give you an example..."
There was no pause in Nie Xiaoyu's words, and the language was easy to understand. After listening to her description, a look of surprise gradually appeared on the faces of Old Man Zheng and Zheng Shuyi, and they thought of more things, and their eyes became brighter and brighter.
To put it simply, a drama is a story performed by real people.
It's just that Zheng Shuyi thought for a while according to what Nie Xiaoyu said, and then imagined the scene performed by A Chinese Ghost Story in her mind, and couldn't help but shudder. This story is already scary enough. If it were to be performed again, it would be much more.
Scary!
And according to what this beautiful sister said, all the doors and windows must be closed. The room is pitch dark, with only the light on the stage. When "A Chinese Ghost Story" is performed, imagine the monster baring its teeth and claws on the stage. Wouldn't it be scary to death?
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Quickly erasing these images from her mind, Zheng Shuyi rolled her eyes and said: "The idea of this drama is very good, but it is impossible to perform "A Chinese Ghost Story" all the time. The guests will get bored if they watch it too much.
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Wang Junlin brushed aside this little girl. She was so young and so arrogant. When she said this, she went back to the starting point and came up with the idea of those stories.
"I will provide you with the subsequent scripts and stories, and I will give you all the stories and scripts in the future." After Wang Junlin spoke, the girl's face showed joy, but then she heard him say: "But the premise is
It is you who want to gradually change your Goulan business model and performance format according to my wishes. If you agree, we can discuss the distribution of profits."
"Master, please wait for a moment. I will go back and discuss this with everyone." Old Man Zheng thought for a moment and said solemnly.
"Excuse me, old man, we will wait here for the outcome of your discussion." Wang Junlin said with a smile.
Old man Zheng and Zheng Shuyi left immediately and hurried to the backyard to summon everyone to discuss the matter.
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