After a while, more than a hundred people with extremely pious faces walked out of the courtyard and gradually disappeared in all directions around the house. They would spread the magic of the Heavenly Girl Sect and let the teachings and glory of the Heavenly Girl Sect continue to spread.
Yuehu walked out of the inner courtyard with Zhao Mi'er, looked at the female envoy that day, and asked: "How many followers do we have in the Tiannv Sect right now?"
That day the female envoy bowed and replied: "Reporting to the sect master, the Tiannv Sect has at least 30,000 members in Guanzhong. In addition, there are 20,000 members in the Central Plains, Hedong, and Hebei. Only in the south of the Yangtze River are the Maitreya Sect and the White Lotus Sect.
Our believers develop slowly, and even if they make some progress, they are destroyed by the masters of these two religions."
Yuehu pondered for a while and then said: "Pass my order. The Jiangnan side should lurk first and wait for the opportunity. The Guanzhong side should speed up the expansion of our Tiannu Sect."
The angel of heaven bowed and replied: "In this humble position, I will obey the order of the master of the sect."
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"Xiao Yu, you must keep your word. I will invite the most famous painter in the capital to come over and paint your portrait." After Pei Yuanqing finished speaking, he was about to turn around and run out.
Pei Yuanqing heard about the trick of "good girls are afraid of pestering men" from somewhere, so he pestered Nie Xiaoyu all day long these days. The latter had a lot of things on his hands and was really annoyed, and Wang Junlin asked her to do it.
Everything about Nie Xiaoyu should not be known to outsiders, so she told her not to let Pei Yuanqing pester her. Pei Yuanqing also found that this method did not seem to work on Nie Xiaoyu. He still has not gotten even a good look from Nie Xiaoyu, so he retreated.
The second request was that as long as Nie Xiaoyu gave him a portrait of himself, he would stop pestering him all day long. Nie Xiaoyu thought for a while and agreed to him.
"No, please wait for me for a while." After Nie Xiaoyu said that, he found pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
In front of Pei Yuanqing, he saw her holding a pen in her bare hands and waving it, as if she was assisted by a god. She drew a portrait of herself in ten seconds. Pei Yuanqing was shocked. When he looked carefully, he saw that the person in the portrait was exactly the same as Nie Xiaoyu.
While he was looking at the portrait with stunned eyes, Nie Xiaoyu had already left. She was going to the martial arts guild outside the city today. Recently, the martial arts guild caused a craze by offering a reward of one hundred thousand taels of silver for the "Longevity Scripture".
It has greatly improved her influence and popularity in the world, among the nobles, and among the people. It has developed rapidly and has recently attracted many people. She has to personally train every new member she introduces.
Because her appearance was so beautiful, and in order not to draw attention to herself, she had always traveled by carriage these days. Wang Junlin specially sent a team of guards to follow her.
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The weather was good today. Wang Junlin was lying on the rocking chair, basking in the sun, while watching Pei Yuanqing roll up Nie Xiaoyu's portrait with a look of obsession, and left in a hurry without saying hello to him. As soon as he thought about Pei Yuanqing pursuing a man
She was not a human woman, so he felt that this matter was really interesting.
At this time, the housekeeper Zhang Jinzhong ran over and told him that Hongdao Hui Jingtian had brought an old man named Sun to secretly seek an audience from the side door.
"Bring them here." Wang Junlin was a little surprised. Under normal circumstances, unless Wang Junlin summoned him, Jingtian and Old Man Sun would not come to him to avoid exposing the relationship between the Qin'an Hou Mansion, the Red Sword Society and Xiaoyu Theater.
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"Has the theater encountered any difficulties?" Wang Junlin waited for the two to salute and then looked at them and asked.
Speaking of the theater, Jingtian and Old Man Sun had big smiles on their faces. The former said: "Don't worry, Mr. Hou, everything is going well in the theater, and the business is much better than we imagined. During this time, we have been in
Seventeen Xiaoyu Theaters have been opened in the capital. Every day, each theater performs five scheduled performances at staggered times. However, every performance is packed with seats, and tickets are still in short supply. Beizhi is seizing the time to collect more hooks and change them to us
The Little Rain Theater.”
"You did a great job, thank you for your hard work." Although Wang Junlin had long known that after Goulan was reformed according to the performance methods and business models of later generations of theaters, the benefits would definitely be much better than Goulan now, but he did not expect that the theater would be even more popular in this era.
Far beyond his imagination. Of course, the premise is that there is a popular story and then adapted into a good-looking drama, and there are also appropriate props, such as the 3D background painted by Nie Xiaoyu himself.
Old Man Sun and Jing Tian said in unison with joyful expressions: "Master Hou, thank you. This is what we should do."
Before Wang Junlin could speak again, Jingtian said again: "Master Hou, it has been a month since the opening of the first Xiaoyu Theater. Excluding our investment of 5,000 taels of silver, all theaters have made a total profit of 7,000 taels.
All the money and humble duties have just been handed over to Butler Zhang."
Although seven thousand taels of silver is already a huge sum of money, it is nothing to the current Wang Junlin. However, this number still surprised him. You must know that this is already a smaller county in the Sui Dynasty.
Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu once calculated the annual tax revenue. According to the prices at that time, one thousand taels of silver was equivalent to about one million yuan in later generations, and seven thousand taels was equivalent to seven million yuan. And this was only open
Seventeen theaters have been built. If all the planned plans are realized and Xiaoyu Theaters are opened in every state, county, and county across the country, even if there is only one theater in each city, how much profit will there be every day?
Wang Junlin found that he still underestimated the popularity of drama in this era. It probably had a lot to do with people's lack of spiritual appetite at this time. From this point of view, there is still a lot of room for exploration in this industry.
I know that in the entertainment industry of later generations, it can be said to be a treasure trove of huge profits. For example, endorsement advertising has become popular in this era, and it can also be like cultivating several world-famous heavyweight idols who do nothing and go around the country.
A commercial performance, a concert or something, and you still can’t make a lot of money?
The thought was a bit beautiful. After calming down, Wang Junlin realized that he was thinking too much. After all, this era is too different from later generations, such as people's ideas, value orientation, information circulation speed, people's living standards, especially in-depth
In terms of people's hierarchical concept, the status of actors in this era is really too low. To put it harshly, their status is not much higher than that of prostitutes in brothels, otherwise they wouldn't be called geishas.
Although Wang Junlin thought about changing some things, such as preventing the recurrence of the historical tragedy of ten houses and nine empty houses in the late Sui Dynasty, he still had self-awareness and knew that no matter what he did, he would not be able to overturn the world in his lifetime.