Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 200 Arrangement
The story of Fengshenyanyi on the first day did not achieve the sensational level expected. After all, it was only the beginning, and it was only the beginning. No one knew how exciting the story of Fengshenyanyi was.

From day two on, though, the impact of the story was apparent.

When Mr. Zhao gave the second session of Fengshen Yanyi, the attendance rate of the Lotus Pavilion reached [-]%, which was [-]% higher than yesterday's [-]%.

What's more, today's rewards are twice as much as yesterday's.

On the third day, Mr. Zhao gave the third lecture on the Romance of the Gods, and the attendance rate this time reached [-] to [-]%. Such a situation usually only occurs during major festivals.

And on the fourth day, the attendance rate of the entire lotus pavilion reached [-]% full, and many people couldn't listen to the storytelling because they couldn't buy tickets.

On the fifth day, as soon as the door of the lotus shed was opened, countless people came to buy tickets. Without exception, all the tickets they bought were for Mr. Zhao's "Fengshen Yanyi".

It's on fire, Fengshenyanyi is on fire in the lotus shed, and it's also on fire in this tile house.

In the following time, among more than a dozen Gou Lans, whenever the storytelling session of Fengshen Yanshi started, the Lotus Pavilion was usually full of spectators, while the attendance rate of other Gou Lans was dismal.

In such a situation, I don't know how many people have red eyes with envy and jealousy.

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For several days, Mr. Zhao's house was full of joy. Several apprentices of Mr. Zhao came to the door every day, throwing countless compliments at Mr. Zhao as if he didn't want money.

Zhang Qingfeng, the author of the Romance of the Gods, received warm greetings from several senior brothers.

They could see clearly that Mr. Zhao's storytelling was so popular, the biggest contributor was Zhang Qingfeng's good storytelling.

"Master, we also want to talk about the script of the younger brother, you read?" On this day, the old man's first apprentice Tian Zhi said to the old man during the meal.

Although the second brother Zhang Lei didn't say anything, the way he looked at the old man could explain everything.

Both of them are apprentices who have already graduated from the teacher. Currently, they are giving lectures on Pingshu in the other two Goulan in Washe, and they can almost give one lecture every two days.

How many storytelling sessions a storyteller can give every day, and whether it is during prime time or not, will determine how much income the storyteller earns.

"It's useless for you to tell me about this matter. It's your junior brother who said it, and he needs his consent." Old Mr. Zhao said to the two of them.

"Master, I agree to let senior brother talk about my Fengshen Yanyi." Zhang Qingfeng said immediately.

"Thank you, junior." Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Tian Zhi, as a senior brother, quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, junior brother," Zhang Lei, the second senior brother, also said hastily.

"You're welcome, you are my senior brothers." Zhang Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "But I have one condition."

"What conditions?" Second senior brother Zhang Lei asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"My condition is that it's okay to talk about my "Fengshen Romance", but you have to pay, and each talk is one hundred essays, what do you think?" Zhang Qingfeng said to the two.

"This, isn't it a bit too much?" They didn't expect Zhang Qingfeng to put forward such a condition.

"I also worked very hard to write the storybook... Is this a lot of money?" Zhang Qingfeng looked at Mr. Zhao and asked.

"Not much. I watch your junior write until midnight every day. It's really hard work. Their things are not blown by strong winds. Using other people's things, a hundred pennies a game is not much."

"But, we only have three hundred dollars for one talk..."

"Aren't you stupid? If you talk about the Romance of the Gods, there must be a lot of guests coming to listen to it. Won't you ask your boss to raise your wages?" Mr. Zhao scolded.

"Oh, that's right, I can ask my boss to increase wages." Zhang Lei reacted immediately after hearing what the old man said.

"Junior Brother, let me tell you what you said, and I will give you a hundred dollars for each speech." Chen Lei said to Zhang Qingfeng.

"Okay!" Zhang Qingfeng nodded in agreement.

"Junior brother, I am the same, one hundred coins per game..." Eldest brother Tian Zhi also said.

"no problem."

"Sanlang, although I am your master, I can't let you suffer. Now that I'm teaching the Romance of the Gods, my boss has doubled my wages. I'm also in your favor."

Mr. Zhao said. "Well, from now on, the master will give you one hundred dollars for each lecture."

"Master, if you give money, one hundred dollars will not be enough." Zhang Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Why?" Third senior brother Hou Mingming interrupted and asked at this time.

In his opinion, the apprentice's words should be given to the master for free, and it would be good if the master could give two dollars, so how could he want more.

"Because the master is talking about the first scene, this is equivalent to a new thing. Everything can be sold for a price when it is new, and it is worthless when it is old." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"That's not necessarily true, the older the antique, the more expensive it is." The third senior brother argued.

"Sanlang is right, everything is new and expensive, so how about it, every time I tell your story in the future, if the house is full, the master will give you two hundred dollars, if there are less than half of the guests, I will give you one Baiqian, what do you think?"

"No problem." Zhang Qingfeng nodded and smiled.

"Sanlang, how is your Pingshu learning?" Old Mr. Zhao looked at Zhang Qingfeng and asked.

"I'm fine." Zhang Qingfeng said hehe.

"Teacher, my junior learns things very quickly, I believe I will be able to graduate in a short time." The third senior brother Hou Mingchao said to the old gentleman.

"Well, after a while you become proficient, you can also find an opportunity to give a talk." Mr. Zhao nodded to Zhang Qingfeng and said.

Hearing Mr. Zhao's words, the eyes of Zhang Qingfeng's senior brothers suddenly changed when they looked at Zhang Qingfeng.

There is indescribable envy in everyone's eyes.

Zhang Qingfeng was different from them. Not only did he not have to pay for his apprenticeship, but he had only been studying for a long time before he was about to go on stage to review books. How could this not make them envious.

Thinking about themselves, who didn't have the opportunity to perform in Goulan after studying for several years, usually they only exercise on the street at most, and occasionally go to teahouses and taverns to give lectures.

But apart from envy, everyone became more determined in their hearts to curry favor with the younger brother. The stories written by the younger brother were so good that if they wanted to prosper in the future, they had to hold on to the younger brother's thighs.

"Tomorrow morning, you have been studying with me for two years now. It's time to find a bar to practice. Now your junior brother's words are popular. This is your chance." Mr. Zhao looked at the third apprentice Hou Mingzao Said.

"Master, what do you mean, you want me to take my junior brother's storytelling to Gou Lan to find a job?" Hearing Mr. Zhao's words, Hou Mingchen's eyes lit up immediately.

"It seems that you are not an idiot." Mr. Zhao said with a smile: "You have to thank your junior brother for this matter."

"Thank you, junior brother. If I can talk about your story in the tick column in the future, I will also give you one hundred yuan." Hou Mingqing immediately thanked Zhang Qingfeng and expressed his stance.

(End of this chapter)