Qingqiu is difficult

From a distance, I saw a group of people gathered in front of the small theater. When the old man saw Lu Xinyi coming out, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Boss, Mr. Du Ming insists on us finishing "Journey to the West" and insists on us performing it at his home. What should we do?"

Lu Xinyi scratched her head and walked forward. She saw a carefree young man sitting behind a few attendants in the crowd. When she approached, she was about to speak, but she was so frightened by the young man's appearance that she broke into a cold sweat.

I saw this man's legs hanging limply under the chair. Although his clothes were gorgeous, his chest was full of rice stains. A face that was burned beyond recognition.

Under that face, the person's facial features were unclear, and there was only a small hole left for his mouth. I couldn't imagine how he ate on a daily basis.

Even though she herself was so ugly that people and gods were outraged, Lu Xinyi still felt that she was lucky in front of a disabled person.

She turned around and asked Xiao Li in a low voice: "Who is this Mr. Ming?"

Xiao Li: "Boss, he is Prince Zhuorui of the previous dynasty. After the fall of Jingguo, Lord Yue rescued him from the deep palace in the sea of ​​fire..."

With a coaxing sound in her head, Lu Xinyi could no longer hear the voices of the people around her. She only saw the high-spirited eldest prince who was walking gracefully at the chrysanthemum banquet; the one who looked at the people hiding in her tent, The good brother who persuaded her to give her a good name; the man who would only comfort her tenderly no matter what mistakes she made; the eldest prince who was once a beautiful woman.

Mr. Ming could not help but slap the wheelchair with his hands and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I want to watch "Journey to the West", I want to watch "Havoc in Heaven!" Act it for me!"

Where is there still half a shadow of the original gentleness and jade?

Lu Xinyi felt a surge of hot blood. She could hardly stand still, but she held back her tears and told Xiao Li: "Cancel your schedule for today. Go to Mr. Ming's house and tell him "Havoc in Heaven". "

Xiao Li asked: "What if Mr. Ming wants to hear the story behind it?"

"Just tell him the latest news!" Lu Xinyi forced himself to hold on.

Sorry, brother, I am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but if I rashly recognize you now, what is the difference between me and myself? We can no longer make unnecessary sacrifices!

Sorry brother, you are suffering!

Her heart felt like tearing pain, and she thought of the Xinyi poems he wrote.

The east wind blows all night, and the peaches and plums make spring clothes.

Check the affairs of Nonghua, Xinyi fell late.

Every word and every word is full of meaning. Can such a poem now be written by the hand that is so blurred that the fingers cannot be distinguished, or spoken by the mouth with only half a small hole left?

In the past, I didn’t know family affection or heartache, only then did I understand family affection, and my brothers were separated.

But after sending Mr. Ming away, the other people were still reluctant and said, "Why can I tell Mr. Ming alone? We also want to listen! We can't wait another day!"

For a time, the alley was crowded with people, making it difficult for cars and horses to move.

Lu Xinyi calmed down and said proudly to everyone:

"It's not impossible to watch it in advance, but everything has a price, and it's the same in our theater. If you want to watch it before others, you have to spend money to register as a 'member'. Members can watch two episodes in advance!"

"How much does it cost to be a member?"

"It's not expensive, a quota only costs ten dollars a month!"       "I'll pay, I'll pay!!"

"Don't be anxious, everyone, line up and register one by one with the roster!" Xiao Li was sent to register, and all the arrangements for the small theater were arranged. He didn't bother to have breakfast, so he asked Li Si to buy two steamed buns. While Xin Yi was eating steamed buns, he went to rent a new stage with Li Si and Wang Er.

"As long as there is a big stage, there is only one requirement for the other small stages, which is good sound insulation and preferably light blocking. We would rather light more candles!"

Li Si scratched his head in confusion: "Miss Lu, other people's theaters are always bigger and more gorgeous, the better. How come we are the most popular theater in the city, so why are we going against them?"

Lu Xinyi patted his forehead: "Don't you understand? The so-called storytelling and acting all require a sense of atmosphere. That kind of feeling cannot be replaced by plot or language. Although content is king now, Good packaging can’t be ignored either!”

After shopping around all afternoon, Lu Xinyi finally found an old theater. Lu Xinyi immediately hired a few craftsmen to simply decorate the place and put up a sign.

"Boss, what is the name of our theater?"

Lu Xinyi bit her nails and thought for a long time, asking Li Si to ask her boss, but because Zijing was busy doing her own thing, she couldn't shirk it. Seeing that she couldn't delay it any longer, she became heartbroken and said:

"It's called the 'Flower Theater'! The world of flowers and the vast world is full of wonders!"

Xinyi is a flower, and Bauhinia (Zijing) is a flower even more. Since it is jointly organized by the two of them, why not call it this name!

When it was time to choose a decoration craftsman, a master carpenter came over and said, "Boss Lu, your business is so popular, can you help me promote it? One day, if there is a sentence in the book, my reputation, Old Litou, will rise." Well!"

When Lu Xinyi heard this, he immediately slapped his forehead and said, "Of course! Mr. Li, Mr. Li, please sit down. It's an honor for me to promote a century-old brand like yours!"

As soon as he heard the gimmick of "a century-old brand", Lao Litou immediately laughed from ear to ear: "How dare you, how dare you, Boss Lu is so proud of you!"

Lu Xinyi waved his hand, then frowned and said, "This is the salary..."

"All wages are free!"

The two signed the document immediately. That night, Lu Xinyi asked a group of clerks to add more descriptive words when writing about the palace decoration, and finally mentioned the name of "Lao Li Tou".

Listening to the storyteller on the stage: "Look at the bright and golden Dragon Palace, the pearls on the Nine Dragon Pillars, and the shining golden light on the scales. Only then do you know that there are indeed countless rare treasures in the East China Sea! Otherwise, how could it be possible? Is there such a gorgeous decoration? The old Dragon King is sitting in the middle, and the dragon’s whiskers are blowing. Good tiles need a good craftsman to repair them, and the decoration needs to be done by Old Li Tou!”

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

In a few days, everyone in the city knew Lao Li Tou's name. For this reason, Lu Xinyi personally wrote several advertising scripts. Lao Li Tou made a lot of money and made a special trip to Huahua Theater sent two large wooden flower baskets over one foot high to congratulate and express thanks.

With this move, many stores came to Lu Xinyi for cooperation. For a time, they were reluctant to receive advertising orders, and advertising fees also increased. But why did the audience come to listen to the advertisement? Before the audience could complain, Xiao Li took another The latest member service sheet comes to the front.

“Member upgrade, monthly membership room free of advertising, advanced on-demand!”

At this time, those who didn't want to see the ads either shut up, or had no choice but to curse and sign up for membership willingly. (End of chapter)