The happy life of a prodigal

The guard shook his head and said, "Since you didn't speak, it means that you are inconsistent, Zhang Cheng, continue!"

After one slap, another slap.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Cheng felt his hands hurt a little, so he stopped.

And the middle-aged man's face was already swollen like a pig's head.

During this period, he begged for mercy many times, but to no avail, and then gave up.

He figured it out...

From the beginning to the end, these guys didn't want to let him go. One person finished the fight, and the other continued to fight.

And they were all slaps, and the slaps were all on the mouth.

Now he only felt the burning pain in his mouth, and he could hardly speak.

The previous Fangfu guard walked up to the middle-aged man, looked at him, and said coldly: "Insulting my young master, this is the end, this time I spare your life, if there is a next time... never Forgive me!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face showed joy, and he nodded hastily.

"get out!"

Fangfu guard waved his hand and shouted.

The middle-aged man immediately fled out of the Beijing Normal University Theater in desperation.

"Thank you."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cheng's immature face was full of smiles, and he looked at the guards of the Fang residence, and saluted respectfully.

Seeing this, several Fangfu guards waved their hands one after another, and said: "The man insulted the young master just now, even if you didn't do it, we will do it, there is nothing to thank."

Zhang Cheng nodded and wanted to say something grateful, but he didn't know where to start.

When he thought about it, he found that the previous guards had returned to their original positions, leaving him standing alone.

He stood there, recalling what happened before, always feeling like he was dreaming.

He was just a servant who beat a distinguished guest.

I thought they would be punished and even sent to the Kyoto government office, but I didn't expect...they would stand up for themselves.

The morning sun gradually rose and shone on his body, giving him a warm feeling.

Looking at the plaque in the Beijing Normal University Theater, after the death of his family, for the first time, Zhang Cheng felt at home again...

"You did nothing wrong with this matter..."

A vicissitudes of voice came from behind.

Zhang Cheng turned around, looked at the figure in front of him, lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake, and whispered: "Grandpa Sun."

Old man Sun looked at him lovingly, patted his head, and said: "This theater was funded by Mr. Fang, and it is Mr. Fang's property.

Someone insulted Mr. Fang, as a part of the theater, we must not sit idly by! "

Zhang Cheng nodded heavily and said, "I understand, Grandpa Sun."

Old man Sun smiled and continued: "You are a child who knows how to be grateful, so there are some things that Grandpa Sun is willing to tell you...

You have to understand one thing, that is... This theater is all dependent on Mr. Fang, no matter what time, Mr. Fang is always the first in the theater. "

Chapter 189 Theater Industrialization

"I understand, Grandpa Sun..."

Zhang Cheng's eyes were shining brightly, and he said in a slightly immature voice: "If there was no Mr. Fang, I would still be begging on the street."

Old man Sun showed a smile on his old face, waved his hands, and said, "It's good to understand, don't take this matter to heart, and continue to work on your business..."

"Yes, Grandpa Sun!"

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng felt relieved, and trotted back to the theater.

The first scene has been performed, and next, he needs to clean the seats.

Seeing the child's quick movements, old man Sun showed a look of relief on his face.

No matter where you are, a child with hard hands and feet will never starve to death.

Even begging for food, there is always a way to survive...

Looking at Zhang Cheng, old man Sun seemed to see himself when he was a child, and he couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

The first scene was over, the audience left one after another, and the whole theater seemed empty.

But he knew that it wouldn't be long before the place would be full of guests.

"Nie Xiaoqian" has reached the tenth episode, and it can be performed for another period of time.

After a while, when "Nie Xiaoqian" is about to end, the number of "Nie Xiaoqian" can be reduced, and "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" can be officially staged.

As long as Zhuxuanzhai is still in the capital, there will be many good stories like "Nie Xiaoqian", and naturally there is no need to worry about the guests.

As an actor who wanders around and can only rely on rewards from passers-by for a living, how can he live such a stable and happy life in time?

When a person is immersed in beautiful things, he can't help but think of some sad things.

The actor's life is not easy, the few friends who lived together in the south of the city back then are still in the coop, except for him, there is only one person left.

That friend is now in the west of the city, in a Goulan far away from the Beijing Normal University Theater, relying on his previous skills to barely earn a living.

Unfortunately, a few days ago, the weather was not good, and there was a heavy rain in the capital.

The roof of the fence was crushed by the wind and rain, and the old friend happened to be in the fence at that time and was injured.

Although the injury was not serious, but with old bones, he would have to lie on the bed for at least ten and a half months before getting out of bed.

If this land deed had not been picked up back then, and this land deed had not been handed over to Mr. Fang, the original Goulan would not have become the current Beijing Normal University Theater...

His life may not be as good as that old friend.

Today's him... is considered to have made it through.

But in this capital, there are countless actors and actresses who are very difficult to even ask for some rewards and make a living.

Since the Beijing Normal University Theater was built, countless actors and actresses have approached me, hoping to make a living here.

It's just that Mr. Fang has ordered that he is not allowed to recruit some useless people.

Of course, these old people in the actor world are not useless, but compared to the repertoire of the Beijing Normal University Theater, they are indeed not very useful, and the staff is already close to saturation...

Faced with these former friends and companions, old man Sun could only helplessly shake his head and refuse.

Before he picked up the title deed, he spent the first half of his life in ups and downs,

For the plight of these actors, no one can empathize more than him...

If there is anything that can help them, they will naturally reach out to help without hesitation.

It's just...his strength is really limited. Goulan in the south of the city has already consumed all his energy and money, and he still can't change anything.

After all, actors and actors in this era are not stable jobs that can support their families.

unless......

Turn Goulan into a theater, use the Beijing Normal University Theater as a template, mainly perform serial dramas, interspersed with various traditional tricks, sell tickets systematically, and give 'actors' fixed wages...

It's just that this model requires a lot of money as an initial investment. These poor actors and actresses may not be able to build a theater even if they sell all their professions.

Thinking of this, old man Sun couldn't help sighing.

It would be great if someone is willing to build more theaters in the capital.

He was sitting in the corner thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard footsteps in his ears, he raised his head and stood up hastily.

"Master Fang..."

Fang Xiu came in from outside the theater, waved his hand, motioned him to sit down, and asked with a smile, "Is yesterday's business okay?"

Old man Sun showed a smile on his face and said, "Very good. There are no empty seats from morning till night. In addition to the ticket revenue, there are also various smoothies and snacks, which are also selling well."

Fang Xiu smiled, exchanged a few words of pleasantries, and then said straight to the point: "I have something to discuss with Mr. Sun."

"Little old man can't afford to be called a young master like that. If you have anything to do, you can just let me know. How can I bother you to come here?"

Old man Sun said hastily when he heard this.

For people like old man Sun, Fang Xiu has always maintained enough respect.

Even in a sense, he is his subordinate.

Therefore, Fang Xiu did not directly use an ordering tone, but in a discussing tone, looked at old man Sun, and said slowly: "In a few days, the pro-military sixteenth guards competition will end, and there will definitely be an additional one in the theater." Batch of guests...

The original guests, the theater has been difficult to accommodate, not to mention adding another batch.

Therefore, I have an idea, which is to recruit more actors, build theaters like this in the north and west of the city, sign contracts with them, provide them with scripts and programs, and pay them a fixed salary. "

This idea is not a recent one.

Since its construction, the Jingshi Grand Theater has always had a high revenue, and compared with Chunfenglou and Zhuxuanzhai, it does not need to pay too much cost.

In addition, compared to restaurants and bookstores, the theater industry in the capital is still blank, and no one is doing it.

Except for a few hook bars that don't make money, there are almost no other entertainment venues.

I didn't do it before because I didn't have enough money to build a theater and recruit people.

But after getting 14 taels from Zhao Yan, the money for building theaters and recruiting staff is nothing. Therefore, Fang Xiu came up with the idea of ​​building more theaters in the capital.

To open a theater, you need a good story, script and actors.

He has absolutely no shortage of stories and theater. Of the three best-selling story books in Zhuxuanzhai, only "Nie Xiaoqian" has been turned into a series, and the other two are enough for a period of time.

After the show is over, there are still so many martial arts novels, which are almost inexhaustible, inexhaustible, and cannot be used up in a lifetime.

Therefore, what he lacks is only high-quality and high-quality actors, that is, "actors" of later generations.

I have seen the so-called celebrities with cramped hands who are making money in the later generations, and then look at their predecessors who were extremely miserable.

Fang Xiu always had a strange feeling in his heart.

He is very interested in making a small change to the industry.

Chapter 1 Recruitment

Of course, apart from this reason, he also has his own considerations.

First of all, he is a kind person.

In this era, actors and actresses are undoubtedly the poor people living at the bottom of society.

Fang Xiu has always claimed to be a kind young man who is willing to help others. If the construction of theaters and the industrialization of entertainment can make these poor people's lives better, then why not do it?

Second, and the main reason.

When the world's entertainment industry began to prosper, lowly actors became idols in everyone's minds and were sought after by countless people.

Just writing down a name by hand is as valuable as a poem handed down from generation to generation. Wherever you go, there are countless people surrounded by you, and you hear extremely warm cheers.

People know which actor dances the best in the world and whose singing voice is unparalleled in the world, but they don't know who the emperor is.

Such a scene can always stir up certain memories deep in his heart.

People live in this world, material enjoyment and spiritual enjoyment are indispensable.

When people are no longer hungry, they will pursue higher spiritual pleasure.

This can be seen from the sold-out "Nie Xiaoqian".

This is a huge cake, a piece of cake that has not been noticed by others, and we must seize the opportunity before others have discovered it!

This is also an invisible force, in some respects, it is stronger than Zhuxuanzhai, Fang Xiu must hold it in his hands.

Since the incident at Prince Ning's Mansion, the capital is as calm as usual.

In fact, only Fang Xiu himself knows what kind of undercurrents are surging under the calm water.

Maybe he will never be able to dawdle as carelessly as before.

"Young master...you, what did you just say?"

Old man Sun thought he had heard wrong just now, and his voice trembled a little.