Yuanshin: Xiangshengtang went bankrupt, I made movies to make money

"Last time your hall master Hu came to promote some reincarnation business, buy one get one free, half price for the second monument! You come again this time? Can't you people hope that we living people are safe and sound?"

"I'm really speechless..."

As he said that, the servant wanted to close the door, not wanting to hear Ayu say a word.

But Ayu's reaction was faster, and he directly blocked it with his hands.

"Don't be in a hurry to close the door!" Ayu explained to the boy while pushing against the door forcefully.

"We will definitely not sell any half-price second monuments this time! This time it is definitely something new, and it will definitely open your eyes!"

"I don't believe it! You Master Hu said the same thing last time! Tricked me into buying post-mortem service!"

The boy closed the door forcefully, his face flushed, and he complained, "I'm only 20 now! Didn't she curse me to death?"

"It will definitely not happen this time, you can take a look first..."

"What's the noise outside!"

At this time, a deep voice sounded, interrupting the dispute between the two.

"The shopkeeper!" The young man quickly put aside the dispute, and saluted respectfully to the middle-aged man behind him.

"The guy from the Past Life Hall is here again, and this time he's here to sell strange things." The boy explained to the middle-aged man.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man frowned, looked at Ayu, and said to the servant: "Let her in."

The boy gave up trying to stop him and invited Ayu in.

Ayu quickly nodded his thanks, and then walked in with a projector.

It was early morning at this time, not long after the sun had risen, Xinyuexuan had not yet opened for business, and there were no customers in the store.

But according to Liyue's taboos in doing business, it is not advisable to touch black cats in the early morning, and it is also taboo to have disputes at the door.

After all, these things that everyone thinks are bad may affect wealth luck.

And doing business is naturally to seek money, so naturally one has to believe in these unwarranted taboos.

So after the middle-aged man let Ayu in, he didn't let her sit down, but just let her stand inside the door, so as not to let outsiders see and think there was a so-called dispute.

But according to most people's taboos, it is also taboo to have an intersection with funeral personnel.

"Tell me, what are you talking about this time?" The middle-aged man asked indifferently.

"Thank you, Boss Qian, for giving me this opportunity." Ayu thanked him, and then said: "This time, Li Yanke from the Xiangshengtang made a very amazing thing!"

"It can tell a story instead of a storyteller, and the story told is very deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is guaranteed that people will never forget it after reading it!"

"Tell a story? Just this box?" Boss Qian pushed his glasses and glanced at the projector, his tone obviously disbelieving.

The boy on the side also obviously didn't believe it, and laughed and mocked: "This is obviously just a wooden box, but you actually said it can tell stories? Is it better than a storyteller?"

"Stop bragging!"

"It's true!" Seeing that Boss Qian didn't believe it, Ayu hurriedly explained:

"If you don't believe me, I'll open it and let Boss Qian take a look, and you'll know what it looks like."

Seeing that Ayu was so sure, Boss Qian and the servant also watched to see how Ayu made a wooden box tell a story.

Ayu turned on the button of the projector, and then projected the picture on a wall in Xinyuexuan store.

"This is!?"

Seeing a picture suddenly appear on the wall, both the boy and Boss Qian were shocked.

"Hmph, this is just the beginning, please watch carefully!" Ayu motioned the two of them to sit down and watch slowly.

Soon, the images played by the projector, coupled with the immersive impression, made Boss Qian and the boy exclaim incessantly.

The novel experience made their blood spurt!It has an experience that ordinary storytellers have never had.

Soon, the test screening ended, and it took a long time for Boss Qian and the boy to come back to their senses.

"How about it? Let me just say that this projector is very powerful! It can tell stories much better than a storyteller!"

Ayu introduced the projector with a proud face, and she was also very happy to see the reaction of the two.

"It's really amazing! Directly watching the characters in the story come out alive is indeed an effect that storytellers can't do!"

Boss Qian took a deep breath, nodded and admitted, "Telling stories like this is indeed more immersive, I admit it."

"But why does the story only tell the beginning, what about the rest of the story?"

Hearing Boss Qian's question, Ayu replied: "The following story will only be released after we have reached a cooperation with our Xiangshengtang."

"Cooperation?" Boss Qian's eyes flashed brightly, and he asked, "How to cooperate?"

"Of course, we will provide the projectors and stories at the Past Life Hall, and your Xinyue Pavilion will provide the guests and the venue! Then the proceeds will be divided into [-]-[-]."

Ayu told her what Li Yan had told her, and then passed it on to Boss Qian.

"Fifty to five?" Hearing Ayu's words, Boss Qian frowned, "Is this too much?"

"Too much?" Ayu was stunned, "Not much! Isn't it fair for everyone to get half of it? And if you think you get more, we can get more from Xiangsheng Hall."

"No!" Boss Qian shook his head, fixed his gaze on Ayu, "It's because you took too much."

"I admit that the projector in your Pastoral Hall is really exquisite, and the stories it shows are indeed an unprecedented audio-visual experience."

"But!" Boss Qian's tone sank, and he said, "You know that the best storyteller in Liyue Port only shares 64 bills with major teahouses, restaurants, and theaters!"

"And when you come here, you have to split the bill fifty-fifty, isn't that inappropriate?"

"This is the first point!" Boss Qian raised a finger, and then raised a second finger.

"Second point, it shouldn't be easy to make your story, right? And the production cycle is also very long. If the guests get tired of reading your stories, what should I do? Can you change the story in time? Can you find more Is it a good story?"

"The third point! Since it is a machine, it will definitely break down. When the machine breaks down, who will bear the maintenance costs? Isn't the maintenance personnel also from your Pastoral Hall? Do I have to pay a maintenance fee for you to pass away Church?"

"Fourth point!" Boss Qian raised his fourth finger and continued counting.

"After using this thing, what will the storyteller in my store think of me? The salary for a wooden box is higher than his! How will the Storyteller Association think of me then? When the time comes to boycott me, Xinyuexuan won't come to me What about the book?"

"Is this thing of yours worth my offending the storyteller who earned so much for me?"

Boss Qian's four points in a row, the trick went straight to the point, and Ayu was fooled.

Indeed, Ayu only saw the advantages of the projector, but from the perspective of businessmen's interests, the projector was not a good choice.

So what about the best audio-visual experience?Is it worth my extra money?

How much profit can be created is still unknown, ghosts are willing to take this risk!

……

Ayu didn't know how she got out of Xinyuexuan, she only knew that if Xinyuexuan was not wanted, she would promote it in another place.

And she is not the only one who thinks like this, the rest of the officials of the Hall of Death also think the same way.

However, their promotion continued for a whole day without any effect.

No businessman is willing to give up profits to something with unknown prospects and unknown profits.

And at this moment, the shops in Liyue Port started to talk about it because of their promotion.

"The Hall of Immortality doesn't sell coffins, but sells stories. It's the funniest thing this year!"

"Not only that, they also boasted that the wooden box will replace the storyteller's role! I'm dying of laughter!"

"Hmph! To replace our storyteller with a wooden box is really ignorant! It's like burying the dead every day and ruining our brains."

"I heard from them that that thing was made by that Keqing named Li Yan. How old is that kid? What good things can he make? He doesn't even know what business is!"

"Don't tell me, that thing is really useful, but you have to listen to Xiangshengtang for everything, and you have to share half of the profits with them. I really want to eat ass!"

"This young guest, together with a minor hall master, this hall of past lives has reached this generation, and it may be passed down to the end!"

……

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Because of the promotion, the whole Liyue Port is watching the jokes of the Hall of Rebirth.

And when these rumors and jokes reached Li Yan's ears, Li Yan not only didn't get angry, but laughed instead.

"The wind of the new era has blown, and it depends on who can seize the opportunity."

"There is always the first person to eat the crab, isn't there?"

Chapter 16

night, quiet

The moon hanging high in the sky exudes bright moonlight, casting a piece of silver on the sea.

With the ups and downs of the waves, the waves beat on the beach and reefs, making waves one after another.

The sea is like a gentle mother, gently shaking the cradle named Liyue, humming a lullaby to the sound of waves, and lulling the whole city to sleep.

It is already the dead of night, and people have already fallen asleep.

But the hall of death is still brightly lit!

Pastoral Hall, inside the main hall.

A few young men and women in black uniforms of Xiangshengtang sat around a table and sighed.

These people are the young officials who are full of confidence during the day and want to go out to promote the projector.

But at this moment, their faces are ashamed, and the confidence and smiles on their faces have long since disappeared under today's consecutive failures.

They looked at each other, looked at their companion's dusty body, and the numbness on his face, and sighed at the same time.

"Hey……"

No one wants to talk, no one wants to analyze the setbacks they suffered today.

Because it will only make the boredom in my heart worse.

"Branches~"

At this moment, the wooden door made a tooth-piercing sound, and the door opened.

The sea breeze quickly rushed into the house, bringing the tranquility and freshness of the night, causing several people to turn around at the same time and look at the door.

"Hey, what's the matter? Aren't you all energetic and motivated during the day?"

Hu Tao's iconic voice resounded, as eccentric as she was, always able to give people a feeling of healing.

"Master!"

Several people stood up and wanted to greet them.

But soon, Walnut waved his hand to stop their movements, motioning them to sit down at ease.

Hu Tao came to the big round table, put his hands on the table, stared at the beautiful plum blossom pupils and asked.

"What's the matter with you? What happened to make you so depressed?"

Hearing this, several ceremony officials raised their heads and looked at each other in blank dismay with their companions. Seeing that Hu Tao opened his mouth, he hesitated to speak.

……

Eventually, an official named Ah Yu broke the silence.

She first sighed, then took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, and reluctantly spoke.

"That's right, Hall Master..."

Ayu told all about the failure process of promoting the projector today.

Let Walnut understand the cause and effect.

After listening to Hu Tao, he nodded, expressing his understanding.

Then Hu Tao asked the rest of the people: "What about you? Is it the same?"

The rest of the ceremonial officials also nodded and told their own experiences.

The process and the result are not different from Ayu's description.

All ended in failure!