Take the system back to the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 43
I sat down at Heshun Teahouse in the north of the city and ordered a bowl of tea. There was still a quarter of an hour before the lecture, but the seats were already full.

The ordinary civilians in the Song Dynasty were naive, and even had children with similar personalities to Gui Jiao Qi. Even before the lecture started, there were urging voices everywhere:
"Hurry up and tell me the story of Zhang San Li Si Wang Wu in Lanruo Temple."

"What's going to happen next, I'm really anxious."

"Update quickly!"

"Yeah, the storyteller is finally here..."

Uh, so it was Zhao Cheng's story?

Looking around, these guys are super novice, not fanatical but very positive.

Almost started to listen to the story, everyone listened with pricked ears, and sometimes clapped and applauded everywhere as if there was a scene.

However, Zhao Chenggong didn't find anything nice to listen to, and it was basically almost the same as a lullaby.

To put it simply, Zhao Cheng told the story at the beginning of Wanfengshe, so it spread in the circle, and then it was left to these folk "playwrights" to express it freely.

I asked Guijiaoqi again, and now many teahouses have begun to tell this story.It is serialized every day, and the plot direction is also different.

Guijiaoqi said: "Some teahouses are more interesting than here, but those places are high-end, and ordinary people will feel distressed when they go to consume.

Some time around noon, it was not crowded here, but as Gui Jiaoqi said, there were more and more people, and there were quite a few people standing on the street.

After another quarter of an hour, it was time to stop speaking. Zhao Cheng got up and walked inside. There were too many people and they forced a way out.

He broke into the back hall forcefully, the storyteller was a middle-aged man with a gentlemanly demeanor, his clothes were very old, he twirled his beard and said, "Brother, what do you want to say to me?"

"Actually, I am the creator of the beginning of this story."

Zhao Cheng didn't wait for him to be embarrassed, and continued: "Your storytelling is not so bad. Even so, you should have racked your brains, but the conflicts, turning points, and skills are still very bad."

The storyteller's name was Lei Min, and he was a little embarrassed: "Then what do you mean..."

Zhao Cheng said: "Why don't you just try your best to think about how to tell it better. I will give you the script, and I will write the story later. Every evening, I will give you the serial content for the next day to prepare lessons, so that the story will be more attractive. You don’t have to work too hard and you have time to think about your own speaking style?”

"This……"

Lei Min was stunned, twirling his beard and hesitating.

Zhao Cheng said again: "This is not the most important thing. Maybe you want to say that without me as an original creator, your business can no longer accommodate it? Yes, this is indeed an objective fact. In theory, even if I write a script, I can't put you in the same place. The business gets better and you’re saturated.”

"Brother Zhao is a real person, as expected of a talented student from a prestigious school." Lei Min smiled.

Zhao Cheng said: "However, the variable is how do you retain existing tea customers? You are a professional and you know that as long as you hang my original brand in other tea houses, your tea customers will basically be lost. This is a high probability event. As a storyteller, of course you know the difference in quality between your continued content and my opening."

Lei Min was embarrassed again.

Zhao Cheng said again: "The second variable is that I have a good relationship with Liu Dutou, and the county master also values ​​me more, and personally recommended me to go to Weishan Academy. This is no secret in the circle. In this case, as long as I think, you basically can’t tell this story anymore. I don’t care if it’s reasonable or not, and Mr. Lei certainly knows that this is reality.”

"You..." Lei Min frowned.

Zhao Cheng chuckled and said: "In the end, it's the easiest. To sum up, I will provide you with the script, and I will collect [-]% of the royalties from your tea income. In addition, I saw that few people outside the hall buy tea, and you also It’s difficult to receive money from them. If they don’t pay, it’s not because they don’t have the spending power, but because they don’t have seats. Even if you put a seat, you will be arrested by the urban management, no, I mean someone will be sent to drive them away. So long as You choose to tell my script, and I will help you deal with the urban management, even if you put tables and chairs along the street to sell tea, the police will not come and smash your table."

This is really attractive, Lei Min moved, "You promise?"

"I promise, I also guarantee the exclusive authorization of this script. After you finish speaking, other teahouses cannot tell the same script, otherwise I will ask Liu Tou to invite them to tea."

Zhao Cheng picked up a pen and began to draw while talking, "Next, let's draw up the detailed rules of cooperation. It's simple and easy?"

Khan, the cooperation matter was reached immediately.

Zhao Cheng is the screenwriter of this story, and Lei Min, the owner and storyteller of Heshun Teahouse, is the producer.

Lei Min's production level is not very good. Fortunately, in this era, he does not need to be very competitive to stand out. Therefore, Zhao Cheng does not need to spend energy to intervene in planning and production. He just completes the updates every day and hands them over to his boss in the evening. Ray can.

Cooperating with high-end big tea houses will bring higher income, and the production will be better, but it will not cause a greater sensation.In addition, when cooperating, those people with backgrounds will be more complicated and have a lot of variables.

Therefore, money is not what Zhao Cheng values ​​most. In this era, the reputation of a scholar is actually more important.In particular, there must be gimmicks about writing books and talking about them. From this perspective, Zhao Cheng believes that it is simpler to cooperate with the relatively grassroots Lao Lei, and it is easier to reach a contract, with the fewest moths.

Most importantly, the low-end means that even Guijiaqi can afford it, so this is the largest reading base, and it also represents the greatest reputation for writing books.

Next, Gui Jiao Qi continued to listen to books here, and Zhao Cheng left the tea house.

He then sent the contract with Lei Min to the pawn shop of old Chentou, a profiteer on Yongdao Street.

Zhao Cheng's repeated invalid operations here before are actually accumulating reputation, which is not much different from Taobao shopkeepers in later generations, so it is more convenient to interact with Lao Chen.Just like you can increase the quota by using Huabei a few more times.

In addition to being good at calculations, Lao Chen is almost a Bai Xiaosheng in Chizhou City.Basically he has information about everything.Of course, I also know that a certain horror story has become popular recently.

He still didn't speak, picked up the contract and looked at it for a long time, and basically understood what Zhao Cheng meant.

The big and round thug responded on his behalf: "Brother Zhao, do you want to sell out [-]% of the profits from Heshun Tea House to us?"

Zhao Cheng nodded resolutely, "Yes, I'm not good at calculations, and I don't have much time to supervise Lao Lei's total revenue. You can see that the beads of your old Chen's abacus are shining, and he will definitely be able to calculate the current situation. No one dares to rely on your money for the approximate income, so theoretically selling it out to you will make the contract more fair and objective, right?"

Old Chen started to tick the abacus on his head. This guy looked wretched and old-fashioned. I don't know what weighted calculation he was based on. After calculating clearly, he gestured with four fingers.

Fighter said: "I will give you four pennies per month to buy out the income from this contract until the end of the serialization?"

Afterwards, Lao Chen snapped a picture of the agreement on the table, and handed over the brush.Khan, this old guy knows that Zhao Cheng doesn't use a brush, but he passes it every time.

Zhao Cheng pressed his fingerprint on the agreement.

Old Chen looked at the paintings and put them away on the counter, then lifted up the book to read with an expressionless expression.

Zhao Cheng added: "Now I have the endorsement of the royalty income contract between you and me, so you should lend me some more money, right?"

The big-bodied thug rolled his eyes.

Old Chen put down the book again, took a picture of the loan agreement on the table, and handed over the brush.

Zhao Cheng looked at it and said, "Are you sure you won't be punished by God for this interest?"

Old Chen withdrew the agreement again, picked up the book and read it.

"Well... let me know more about the agreement."

This time Zhao Cheng compromised and decisively pressed his fingerprints, so he bought another sum of money. Now, Zhao Cheng has about a hundred cash flow at his disposal. You can start planning the next step...

(End of this chapter)