The six stewards started talking among themselves. As the only proprietor present, Wang Zhiwei shook his folding fan and said, "Brother Wen, how much silver is needed for the total cost?"
"Fifteen hundred taels per family!"
Everyone trembled when they heard this... This is not a small amount!
Song Wen patted his ankle and said with a smile: "This does not include the money for asking for advice from the singing and dancing musicians, the money for giving bonuses to the literati... There is even the hard work fee for the performers and the tea fee for the sisters...
…”
A steward raised his hand and asked: "Brother Wen, with so much money, just building the Paradise of Paradise...isn't it a bit hasty?"
"Can't you trust me?"
"Don't dare, don't dare, how dare we!"
Song Wen held back his anger and said: "This Paradise is a fortune that will be as big as the brothel business in Wazi Street in the future! But if you don't believe it, you can just quit... However, if you want to enter Wazi Street in the future, I'm afraid
Absolutely impossible!"
The several stewards who were originally at odds with each other due to competition and outsiders' encouragement immediately looked extremely embarrassed...
Song Wen stood up... "Old rule, except for Wang Daguan, the rest should go back and ask their masters immediately! If anyone wants to withdraw, it will be easy to take over the shares of Wazi Street and the remaining six families on the site... No need.
I’m worried that my brothel will be too expensive.”
On the second day, several craftsmen leaders looked stupidly at a piece of paper in front of them. On it was a huge building that had never been seen before...
Bricks and stones are used as the foundation, and the upper side is a solid two-story house, but there is nothing on the second floor! Thick ropes are framed on the roof of the house. It seems that it is surrounded by waterproof tarpaulin. The remaining three sides are also covered with bricks and stones as the foundation.
There are seats, a tall stage directly to the north, and a fully functional dressing room and rest room behind it.
Song Wen stared at the red eyes from staying up late and said to several craftsmen: "Do it well. If you don't understand, come and ask me... Do you understand?"
"I understand, little one..."
The matter spread out in an instant, and the four major brothels that were already aggrieved and angry all fell silent... What on earth is this little turtle guy going to do? Blissful Sky... With such a vulgar name, I am afraid he will make a lot of money again.
Got the money?
After buying wood and bricks, the blacksmith's stove and the carpenter's yard began to work, and the grass curtains were drawn around the open space to create a sense of mystery...
Song Wenze calmly began to wander around Bianliang Street. The sponsors for this first Paradise performance were a bit difficult to find!
Shopkeeper Meng of Gaoyang Zhengdian poured a cup of tea for Song Wen with a somewhat embarrassed expression, and said hesitantly: "Song... Dongzhu Song, the matter of Huo Shaochun... Well, it's not that I don't want to help, but I really can't afford to offend Wang Fu.
Lord Wang!"
Song Wen laughed and said: "Where did Shopkeeper Meng go? The method of making Huo Shaochun was dedicated to the imperial court, but the signboard of Sihai Winery is still in my hands! Besides, this time,
I'm here with Shopkeeper Meng to discuss new business!"
Shopkeeper Meng sighed and nodded... "Forget it, as long as Dongzhu Song doesn't bear any grudge against me... But this sponsorship is unheard of for me! I don't know this paradise..."
"The songs and dances of Jiaofangsi, the popular girls of Wazi Street, and all the strange people and juggling tricks that are famous in Bianliang... In short, everything is included!"
"Ah? When, where and how long will the performance be performed?"
"Just inside Wazi Street, the newly built Paradise Stage can accommodate more than 900 seats! There are also twelve boxes! The performance is scheduled for noon during the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are food, drinks, fruits and snacks in the big stage...respective products
They all have special packaging with the words where the snacks, food, drinks and drinks come from!”
Shopkeeper Meng was stunned for a moment, thoughtful...
Song Wen continued: "In addition, the banners and ribbons hanging on the outer wall of the entire Paradise Stage, the banners on the stage, the porcelain cups and cups for drinking water, and even the toilets and toilets will have business logos printed on them!"
"Ah? Is this okay?"
Song Wen smiled slightly... "I know that all these advertising sponsorships ultimately depend on how popular and attractive the Wazi Street Paradise Stage is... So, this is my first sponsorship and I will only book it this time!"
The main sponsor is one hundred taels, and the other shops that provide various products for free only charge ten taels... that’s all.”
Shopkeeper Meng gritted his molar teeth and asked in a low voice: "You mean, there are merchants who would rather provide goods and food to Ji Lo Tian without any money...and then have to pay you a sum of money? Ten taels of silver?"
Song Wen frowned and glanced sideways at the shrewd Shopkeeper Meng... "Shopkeeper Meng doesn't trust Song Wen's ability and credibility? If I want to do something big, have I ever failed? I said this
While Ji LoTian can make money, it can also make the names of its sponsors famous all over the world, don’t you still believe it?”
Shopkeeper Meng was suddenly stunned. This Song Wen was not the little turtle who followed a few down-and-out nobles and bet with the Liao people on the ring... Now Song Wen is the God of Wealth or Turtle God in Wazi Street.
Which one among the people in Bianliang City does not know?
Song Wen smiled slightly and stood up... "Bai Fanlou and Pan Lou had a problem with me, so I didn't go to them at all... However, the shopkeeper of Bai Fanlou sent someone to bring me a message this morning. If
If there is an opportunity for cooperation, he is willing to visit and discuss it carefully..."
When Shopkeeper Meng saw Song Wen getting up to leave, he immediately grabbed Song Wen's sleeve and said eagerly: "Don't be anxious, Boss Song. I was confused for a moment... Gaoyang Zhengdian paid for the one hundred taels of sponsorship money!"
Horse-drawn carriages and wheelbarrows drove into Wazi Street. Everyone looked at these people as if they were seeing something strange. The little stewards were sweating profusely and clamoring, scrambling to get their own goods and snacks.
Move things to the warehouse on Wazi Street...and then go to the big accounting office on Wazi Street to pay the money.
Wang Zhiwei stared at this scene with his mouth open, and said to Song Wen who was on the terrace with a calm face: "It's really a ghost... these guys are crazy! They provide snacks and things for free, and then they turn around and give us money."
!”
Song Wen sneered: "What do you know? This is just one-time money... From now on, the sponsorship fee for the Paradise Stage will be more than ten times higher! This time they... have made a fortune!"
"I guess... they're all crazy, they're all crazy!"
Wang Zhiwei learned all Song Wen's mantras.
An Chun hurriedly walked in with Xiao Fuzi, and they hugged Song Wen... "I've met Xiao Langjun!"
Song Wen nodded: "Is the matter settled?"
"A thousand copies were printed!"
"Bring it to me and see..."
An Chun took out a thin booklet from his arms...it actually contained an introduction and overview of the first Paradise Stage performance.
On the first page is a painting, she looks like a Chun Niang! She is dressed in a hot costume like Hu Ji, and she is doing Hu Xuan dancing posture... followed by the names and introductions of the popular girls in Wazi Street, as well as the names of the acrobats
Unique skill... Several singing girls have mastered a drama that Song Wen simply rehearsed.
The red-whisker girl runs at night!
It is based on the magical story of Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty, and his wife Hongfu Nu, which was handed down in the late Sui Dynasty...
Wang Zhiwei and An Chun asked for a brochure and read it carefully for a long time...then said with excitement: "It lasted three hours! It's amazing, it's amazing! I'm afraid it's a banquet for officials in the palace."
The singing and dancing are not of such scale and magnanimity? A grand event on earth... a grand event on earth... I am worthy of calling myself the Heaven of Bliss!"
Song Wen frowned: "The next thing is the ticket issue... One thousand tickets, 300 tickets were given away to relatives of the royal family and powerful ministers! You can't get a penny from these, but only this time.
...The rest are priced separately according to the distance from the stage and the grade!"
Wang Zhiwei asked in high spirits: "How much silver do you want to sell one piece for?"
"First, second and third class seats, one, two, two, three and three taels of silver! After the box, ten taels and twenty taels!"
Wang Zhiwei swallowed... "Profiteer, it's so expensive!"