The housekeeper stretched his neck and poked his head at the door like a turtle... This little turtle had been in for more than an hour. It was really strange! In the past, even powerful ministers like Wang Fu and Cai You and his own masters did not have so many
Can you talk?
What ability does this little turtle man have that makes the master value him so much?
A little maid gently brought a tea tray with a pot of her master's favorite dragon and phoenix tea.
The butler frowned and said softly: "Add another tea cup and put it in carefully!"
"yes."
The little girl turned around and added a tea cup to the outside room next to her. Then she tiptoed into the study carrying the tea tray. While pouring the tea, she couldn't help but look up curiously. Which young man from this family was so valued by her master?
He has a fair complexion, red lips and white teeth, but is a little thinner... Why does he look like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old?
Liang Shicheng coughed, frightening the little girl so much that her pretty face turned pale and she quickly bowed and retreated.
"You little turtle boy, are you born to attract the love of women all over the world? Even my maid, I will be seduced by you..."
Song Wen quickly replied: "My lord, the atonement is not that the maid looked too much at you, but that I just looked at this young lady too much when I saw how beautiful she was. It was rude..."
Liang Shicheng frowned and nodded: "You are a kind-hearted person... It's rare, it's rare! The party you just mentioned... the party, this paradise... you are really full of fantastic ideas. If you can use these thoughts
When you get to the right place, why worry about not being able to stand out..."
Song Wen trembled when he heard this. Is this damn human demon dog eunuch still thinking about purging himself into the palace and becoming his apprentice?
Song Wen wailed: "Sir! A small person is suitable for wallowing in this world of mortals. Machiavellian tactics are really not what a small person is good at..."
Liang Shicheng smiled and shook his head: "You guys can't just listen and then moan? What I want to do is to clear your identity, and then entrust you to an important minister as a personal assistant... in the future...
If you have some knowledge, I can find a way out for you with the officials!"
Song Wen said suspiciously... "This... let's forget it! I have a deep affection for the boss, and I am satisfied if I can serve him wholeheartedly in the market..."
Liang Shicheng snorted and waved his hand... "Go! You can't just rely on words to do these things... Jiaofangsi will help you find a solution, but Li Yan's filial piety is indispensable, otherwise he will
I thought our family didn’t understand the rules… Do you understand?”
Song Wen smiled and bowed and saluted: "Young man, I understand. Don't worry, sir!"
"Hmm...and, where did you get this thing?"
Song Wen glanced at the multi-treasure belt and said in a sincere tone: "I got this from a few passers-by in a hurry on the way back to Bianliang, and it cost me a full one hundred taels..."
Those people's homespun clothes were very dirty, they seemed to be farmers digging in the soil for food, they said they dug it out from the bottom of the ditch during farming!"
Liang Shicheng frowned: "Loose rat? Could it be a tomb robber?"
Song Wen pretended to be surprised and said: "What kind of country rat is this? Sir, those people don't look like thieves!"
"It's okay, you can go down."
"Sir, please take care of yourself. I have to take my leave."
The housekeeper sent Song Wen out of Liang Shicheng's garden with a little curiosity, and asked at the door of the backyard: "A certain family saw what you and the master said about Paradise, what exactly is it?"
Song Wen replied: "A thing that competes with the oiran convention of the four major brothels in Bianliang can be regarded as a show, right?"
"Plays? Those unpopular minor tunes and vulgar songs? Only those impoverished nomads like those things, so how can it be done? If you use this to brag to our master, be careful with your head!"
Song Wen smiled and said: "Don't worry, steward, this... will not only cause a sensation in Bianliang, but also make us a lot of money!"
"What? You can still make money by doing this?"
Song Wen left gracefully, leaving the housekeeper alone in the wind...
The next day, Song Wen once again appeared on the terrace outside the third-floor private room of the teahouse.
For no reason, all the stewards, Gui Gong Teapot and the kiln sister, felt inexplicably at ease when they saw this figure... Those who were secretly poking at Wazi Street these days also instantly fell silent. No one could figure it out, a seemingly incompetent person
The powerless little turtle actually has such great influence in the flower street industry in Bianliang...
Song Wen folded his arms and ignored the flirtatious glances from the girls below, looking at the largest open space in Wazi Street...it turned out to be a row of small tile sheds. It is said that Wazi Street got its name from the brothels and tile sheds.
Secondly, the small brothels and tile houses that originally settled in Bianliang relied on the rows of dilapidated tile-roofed houses and mat sheds.
When Wazi Street was renovated, Song Wen didn't like the dilapidated tile-roofed houses, so he cleared out the place, leaving a large open space, and then found some jugglers and other performers to perform there to liven up the atmosphere.
"Well, three sides of the stands will be renovated and one side will have a stage... There will be changing rooms and rest rooms at the back, and the VIP table will be placed on the second floor... No, it cannot be open to the air. Wooden boards will be used as partitions, and the ceiling will be made into a retractable mat... Since
If you want to do it, be the best in Bianliang!"
An Chun's voice sounded from outside the terrace... "Xiao Langjun, Boss Wang wants to see you!"
Song Wen turned around, and Wang Zhiwei poked his head out from behind An Chun with a playful smile... "I mean Brother Wen! You are not the son of an official, a rich and powerful person, how come this brother under you has so many rules like a small steward?"
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Song Wen smiled and waved his hand: "There are no rules, so just come. Why do you bring gifts?"
An Chun handed over his hand, and Wang Zhiwei walked in and sat on an embroidery pier. Then he put the things in his hands on the table and said: "Look, look... this is what you did back then."
Is the Huo Shaochun brewed by Sihai Winery? It’s simply poison...it’s addictive and tastes bad!”
Song Wen took a bottle of Huo Shaochun that was now owned by the imperial court, unscrewed the cork and took a whiff... Good guy, the strong smell of the hospital toilet in later generations instantly choked him and made him sneeze!
"A bunch of trash can't waste a good thing..."
Wang Zhiwei asked in confusion: "Why did you ask Little Turtle to send me a message? If you can get me, just ask!"
"Of course it's a profitable business!"
Wang Zhiwei's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "This relationship is great! Is it a more profitable business than Wazi Street?"
"That's not true, but this is a quick and easy way to make money... and it's the kind where people get on the pole and give you money! If you play well, you can harvest two or three crops every year... Also, if you can
If we hold on tightly, we will have the final say if most of the ladies or romantic figures in Bianliang want to take the lead!"
Wang Zhiwei's eyes almost glowed with green light... "Oh? What is it? What kind of business is it?"
"Blissful Heaven..."
Song Wen pointed to the large open space outside the window and said: "Invest a large amount of money to build a unique Bianliang Paradise Stage... and then gather all the good singers and dancers we can control,
There are people with unique skills! There are also people who are well-versed in ancient story telling, and even weird people in the world, and a troupe of jugglers... I will personally create a big show, a big show that is all-encompassing!"
"Also, there will be an on-site selection of prize-winning essays! There will be a prize for the first place that praises the peace of the Song Dynasty, and there will be a prize for the first place that chooses the best singing and dancing leader! You can also give beauties specific flower baskets and bouquets, and even flower beds!
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"Also...I will adapt Bianliang and some widely circulated ditties into dramas. Each drama will have a story! A dozen dramas will be an allusion or a legend from the previous dynasty...Also, I have already
We have negotiated with Mr. Yinxiang, and the Jiaofang Division can charge money to provide people, and appropriately use official prostitutes to sing, dance, silk and bamboo as the finale!"
Song Wen became more and more excited, and he carefully described with Wang Zhiwei a grand, comprehensive and bizarre stage!
From beauties and oirans, to dramas composed of local tunes, to vaudeville, singing and dancing, exotic styles, and storytelling and ancient stories, there are all kinds of entertainment methods...
Bliss!
Wang Zhiwei just felt that his brain was no longer enough...According to Song Wen, seats and private rooms can be sold for money! Tea, fruit and wine can be sold for money, and there is a charge for giving flower baskets, and even which tea and damask are used?
Luo Siling, whichever restaurant sells drinks, dishes, and whose tables, chairs, and benches all charge money!
This is an advertisement... What is an advertisement? Every issue of Paradise Opens to welcome guests, there must be main sponsors and associate sponsors... All kinds of businesses, even the rich and powerful can spend money directly.
Smash the name! It can be named after someone, a certain restaurant, a grain store, a bank, a shipping company, or a forgetful person...
Wang Zhiwei swallowed his saliva and said softly: "Song Wen...are you going crazy when you gain or lose?"
Song Wen took a deep breath and laughed: "As long as you can make money, you can call the madman daddy..."
Wang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment and blurted out... "Dad! You are really crazy..."