Rebirth of the drama: Ben Gong just wants to be salted fish

Chapter 692

Rong Jiao felt the same way, no one knew it was written by herself, and there was no need to dress up, anyway, to see the excitement.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously: "Okay, I'll change my clothes and go with you."

Standing on the street, Rong Jiao looked at the tall gate of the teahouse in front of her, and suddenly the wind was blown into chaos.

"Zhuang Wanshen, what did you bring me here for? I don't like drinking tea."

She really doesn't like to drink tea, chat and fart outside. She really has no way to blend in where the literati are rich and elegant.

To be honest, she felt more and more that sometimes it is really difficult to find a friend who agrees with the three views.

"Then where do you think your words will be sold?"

Zhuang Wan looked at her in bewilderment.

"Don't you want to open a shop on the street and promote it? Why did you drag me into the teahouse?"

Rong Jiao originally thought that he arranged things too quickly, and wondered what kind of means he used, but he didn't expect that he was taking advantage of others.

"There have always been a lot of miscellaneous notes in the story book. Some scholars like to read them, and some people don't. Strange things, I think your book might sell better here than on the street, so let’s arrange it here first to see if anyone likes it.”

In order to find such a place with a lot of people, he tried his best.

Rong Jiao's own thinking is indeed different from others', but hearing her story, it's right to think about it, isn't the teahouse the most crowded place now?

"I didn't expect that you are really smart. I thought you would arrange a store for me on the street and sell all my scriptures. But that's fine, as long as someone reads it..."

Standing at the gate of the teahouse, looking at the people coming and going, there is a lot of people inside, not as quiet as in the novel.

She clenched her fists a little nervously.

"Go in quickly, as long as you don't say it, no one will know that you wrote those things, maybe you can still listen to other people's opinions."

Zhuang Wanshen took great pains to find a place to sell books.

If the effect in the teahouse is not satisfactory, then you have to think of other ways.

Rong Jiao went in and found that there were very few people sitting quietly drinking tea in the teahouse.

Some people are painting alone, some are reciting poems, and some are watching other people's paintings.

Rong Jiao suddenly felt that her words were really easy to sell here?
Then they find a place to sit down.

The waiter from the teahouse shop came out.

Behind him, followed by a neatly dressed gentleman holding a folding fan.

Rong Jiao thought to herself, could this be Mr. Storyteller.

Can……

She looked around, everyone was playing in their own way, and they didn't seem to pay much attention to the storyteller. With such a loud noise, how loud must the storyteller have to be heard by others?
When the store waiter led the storyteller up to the dedicated space on the second floor, the voices in the lobby became weaker and weaker, and finally they all stopped, looking at the second floor together.

"Everyone! Tan Mou brings you a different story today, I hope you like it."

After the storyteller bowed to everyone with his hands clasped in fists, he drank tea and opened his throat, and slapped the gavel.

"Today we won't talk about chivalrous men. We have talked a lot in the past few days. Everyone must be tired of it. When a woman becomes gentle, it is tenderness like water..."

Rong Jiao pricked up her ears and thought it was very interesting.

Storytellers know best how to tell stories that are easy to move people.

She felt that she should ask Mr. Storyteller for advice.

"It is said that a hero is sad about a beauty, but there is such a hero who doesn't love a beauty..."

The expression on the storyteller's face matches the high and low pitch when speaking, which makes people look forward to him continuing to speak.

Rong Jiao was so engrossed in listening to the book that she almost forgot the business.

"Zhuang Wanshen, aren't you talking about selling story books? Now you are sitting here with me and listening to other people telling stories, how can you sell them?"

Zhuang Wanshen smiled mysteriously: "Listen carefully to the story Mr. Shuo told, don't you think it's a bit familiar?"

Rong Jiao: ...

She listened carefully, and it turned out that it was the script written by herself.

"Um... I really didn't expect you to use this method to promote it. It's too powerful."

She actually wanted to say, since Mr. Said has already told the story, who would buy the script?

But the two of them are partners now, Zhuang Wanshen should not let herself lose too much, anyway, she doesn't have to pay the cost, if she really loses money in the future, it's that guy's business, she doesn't have to worry so much thought.

……

Rong Jiao sat here and listened to other people's stories that she wrote, and she felt very accomplished, as if the wonderful stories that others talked about were all written by everyone.

Perhaps because she feels good about herself, she always feels that Mr. Storyteller is far more powerful than she thinks.

After all, when I sit here and listen, I seem to be able to see the story that Mr. Shuo finally told, the protagonist, in my mind.

"Okay, everyone, today's story can only tell so much. As for the wonderful things behind, I have to buy a book and read it by myself. It's on the table next to the shopkeeper. That pile of story books is today's content."

Mr. Storyteller suddenly got stuck when he was talking about something exciting, and stroked his beard. When others thought he was going to show off, he actually said something that surprised people.

"Sir, why didn't you finish the story?" At this time, a young man stood up, a little angrily.

When they are drinking tea and listening to stories, there will often be some rewards for the storyteller.

Now I have to buy books to read by myself, which is really disgusting.

"I'm sorry everyone. The story I told today was originally a storybook written by a friend of mine. I thought it was good, so I used it for practice. I didn't expect everyone to like it. Since it was someone else's hard work, I can't let him It's a waste, so if you like it, go buy it and watch it yourself."

Mr. Storyteller is not afraid, the money he received in the tea house, how could that young master give more?
Although some people were very angry, several people took the lead and went to buy the script to read.

Talking about what Mr. Shuo said was so wonderful, they couldn’t wait to know the story behind it, so buying a storybook might be faster for them than listening to the story.

Rong Jiao's nervous palms were sweating, and she was really afraid that she would quarrel if she couldn't hold back today.

"Don't worry, people have already bought books and read them. As long as people here like it, more people will like it. After all, people who can read and write are not common among the common people. If you set up a shop outside, maybe Few people know your story."

Zhuang Wanshen was thinking about this, so he thought of a way to bring the things here and let others publicize them first, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

Rong Jiao used to stare closely at the storyteller, but now her eyes are only on the table next to the shopkeeper. There is a man selling books there, as long as someone goes to buy it with money, they will get a copy.

At the beginning, only one or two people went to buy books, and it seemed that the business was not good.

It's just that the few people who bought the books looked through it, and some people thought it was too noisy here, so they just took the book and left.

(End of this chapter)