A good wife and a good mother

Chapter 52
The corners of Mo Dai's mouth twitched. She understood what Fang Ling said, but it was a bit cruel to say that she was hypocritical. At least she had thought about joining hands with that old gentleman in Fumantang to tell stories, but It's not like Fang Ling said, just grab people's jobs and squeeze people away!

"Shopkeeper," Mo Dai raised her eyes and looked at Fang Ling, her voice was still a little hoarse after recovering last night, "As you can see, my voice is not suitable for long-term storytelling, but I thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. This method is absolutely beneficial to Fu Mantang, but not harmful."

Hearing this, Fang Ling couldn't help laughing out loud, this girl's tone is so arrogant, I don't know what she can say!

"I'll write a new book of words and give it to the old man. What do you think? Even if the old man is no longer in the building to tell the story, you can directly talk to other storytellers. The left and right Fumantang will not be empty. , swept away the interest of the guests!"

Fang Ling couldn't help being startled, the business tentacles in his brain twitched suddenly, as expected of Mo Daxi, this idea is so ingenious, but when he was about to express his approval, Shi Lan snatched it away.

"This method is very good, Daxi, where are you from? Not only can you know swordsmanship, but also tell stories and write scripts?" Shi Lan hugged Mo Dai's arm, his eyes sparkled, and his sickly pale complexion could not help but appear. A little flush.

Fang Ling coughed again, while rubbing his chin, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Dai: "If your book is sold out at Fumantang, how much will it cost?"

"The shopkeeper Fang is worthy of being an old man in the mall, Daxi admires him!" Mo Dai said with a smile while cupping her fists to show her respect.

Fang Ling couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. When he said something about an old man in the mall, you actually meant to say an old fox in the mall!

"However, I won't sell out the book, I only take [-]% of the profit from the storytelling every day..."

"What a big tone!" Fang Ling couldn't help interrupting Mo Dai's words in a cold voice. She finally understood today that this stinky girl's dormancy in Fumantang was definitely premeditated. It's a pretense to negotiate with her for this moment!

Fumantang's daily storytelling profit is huge, as much as one-third of the total profit of the entire restaurant. This stinky girl has definitely been eyeing this piece of fat for a long time!
The more Fang Ling thought about it, the more angry he became, his fair skin flushed, and there were faint veins on his forehead.

Seeing Fang Ling's reaction, Mo Dai thought that the [-]% profit she proposed would not be less.

She didn't know who the old man was when he was storytelling, but in the two days when she was storytelling alone, the rewards were tinkling non-stop, and it was definitely more than 200 taels a day.Moreover, sitting in the storytelling venue on the second floor also requires a seat fee. When listening to the book, guests will order some small dishes such as melon seeds and snacks. These things are not expensive to eat in ordinary restaurants, but it is different in Fumantang , the price will definitely double.

During the storytelling period, there was a rule that the young mistress Wu Lian would walk around the arena every second, and every time she walked, she would ask for a reward. Most of the people who came here to listen to the book were rich households in the town or wealthy landowners. Yes, even if you compete for face, you will give more rewards. One or two taels of silver are thrown into the copper bowl at a time, and there are very few copper coins. Even if you give copper coins, you always throw them twice. For a time, I felt that "the road of Zhumen's wine and meat stinks, and there are frozen bones."

"If the shopkeeper Fang thinks that the young one's request is too inappropriate, then just treat it as if the young one didn't say anything! The shopkeeper Fang is right. Since the young one dared to ask for a storytelling earlier, now he has squeezed away the old one. To feel guilty, sir, is hypocritical, the little one will definitely not say anything more, but the little one's current voice is really not suitable for talking, and the little one would like to ask for a few days off..."

"Are you threatening my old lady?" Fang Ling became even more angry, grabbed Mo Dai's collar, and stared at her through gritted teeth, "How dare you threaten my old lady, huh?"

The big face of the shopkeeper came over, and the breath and saliva sprayed directly on Mo Dai's face, and Mo Dai silently turned her face away: "No, shopkeeper, you misunderstood, the small one is really because of a throat discomfort... ..."

"Bah! What a bird with a bad throat?"

Mo Dai felt that half of her face was wet, and she felt a little nauseous in her heart.

"Aunt Ling, I don't think Daxi's request is too much. If you don't agree, I will invite Daxi to my house to tell our family a storytelling story, so that you are so lucky that no one will come to tell you a story!" Shi Lan was a little dissatisfied Fang Ling took Mo Dai's actions, for some reason, she was particularly fond of Mo Daxi!

It was said that Fang Ling's eyes twitched and her mouth twitched, Shi Lan, a white-eyed wolf who crawled around, was her own cousin, and she actually helped outsiders speak, saying, "Let's make you so lucky that no one will read the book" , Isn't this Fumantang belongs to their historian?
However, after calming down and thinking about it, Mo Daxi didn't mention it too much. The storybook she provided is definitely fresh and interesting, and she is not afraid of not being full. Compared with giving Mo Daxi a [-]% profit loss, she would rather earn more profit. .However, when businessmen are talking about business, they naturally hope to minimize the cost they pay. Even if a mosquito flies by, they must think about scraping half of the fat in their stomachs to be the soul of a businessman.

"Half, no more!" Fang Ling began to bargain.

"[-]%." Mo Dai was unmoved.

"Half!"

"One percent."

"I said half done!"

"One percent."

"Why do you say that you are not accommodating, girl, you are so angry!"

"Shopkeeper, I have an eighty-year-old father to support, and a baby who needs to be fed. It's really not easy for us country people to live..."

"Fuck off! I don't know your background when I'm an old lady? You're still an eighty-year-old father, I'm sorry! Your father is only in his thirties, okay? My mother hates your smooth-talking mouth so much that her teeth itch!"

"The shopkeeper's..."

"Shut up, old lady! Well, if you make a profit, you will make a profit, but if the book you write is not welcomed by the guests, let's see how I will deal with you! Hmph!" Fang Ling slammed the door out angrily.

"Thank you shopkeeper!" Mo Dai smiled and bowed behind her to thank her.

Seeing that Fang Ling was so angry, Shi Lan finally agreed, and was about to go forward to have a joke with Mo Dai, but saw that the smile on Mo Dai's face faded away after Fang Ling left, replaced by a deep thoughtful calm.

"Daxi, you..."

Mo Dai immediately came back to her senses, and looked at Shi Lan with a smile: "Thank you Miss Shi for your words of help just now, I am very grateful!"

Shi Lan smiled uncomfortably, Mo Daxi was still very wary of her, why, she obviously liked her very much, and wanted to be a bosom friend with her!

However, Mother often said that the world is so big, but a confidant is hard to find, Mo Daxi, just wait, she will never give up!
Why is Mo Daxi so lucky that all the good things happened to her?

Fatty Bai looked at the old storyteller Shang Yihong with an obnoxious smile, tsk, one moment he clearly hated Mo Daxi to the bone, but the next moment he smiled and patted Mo Daxi on the shoulder and praised Mo Daxi as a good girl with ambition, isn't he confused?Fortunately, she respected her very much earlier, ah!But he's also a dog who doesn't want to let go of Mo Daxi. If he is given some sunlight, he will be brilliant, and if he is squatting in a straw basket, he can lay eggs. He is really an old guy with no skin, no face and no morals!

(End of this chapter)