As expected, the Yongrong Dance Hall caused an uproar on its first day of operation.
Chen Jinjun received many cooperation intentions.
As for cooperation, it is Yongrong Dance Hall.
It has to be said that Shen Xiaoxiao knows enough about men's appetites and also knows how to show off the charm of women.
Chen Jinjun looked at the thick stack of letters in front of her, and she understood that if her Miaoyin Tower is a drama temple that is difficult to replicate, then the Graceful Song and Dance Hall is a dazzling glory that can be replicated once.
Businessmen have always been driven by profit. Chen Jinjun thought about it and asked someone to call Shen Xiaoxiao.
Sure enough, once a person is happy, his walking posture will be unconcealable and unrestrained.
Chen Jinjun pushed the letter in front of him towards Shen Xiaoxiao, raised his chin and told Shen Xiaoxiao to read it by himself.
Shen Xiaoxiao opened one of the letters with suspicion, then quickly read it before looking at the next one.
"What do you think?" Chen Jinjun asked.
Shen Xiaoxiao was a little overwhelmed. This was the first time she faced such a choice.
Chen Jinjun saw Shen Xiaoxiao's embarrassment and expressed his opinion: "This is undoubtedly a good opportunity. It is difficult to continue the brothel business now, so the song and dance hall is undoubtedly a novel way out.
But this industry needs to cultivate manpower, unlike ordinary flower houses, which can continue with just one person. Because of this, they need cooperation. I ask you now, can you export a large number of dancers while ensuring quality."
Chen Jinjun also has a plan in mind, that is, on a joint venture basis, she and Shen Xiaoxiao will provide the dancers, and the bosses of these other places will have to decorate the dance halls themselves as their share.
In this way, all the dancers are still in their hands, and it will not trigger competition between themselves and other bosses, but the competition will be transferred to the internal dancers, who will be more outstanding, forming a virtuous circle.
Shen Xiaoxiao didn't know that Chen Jinjun had already thought so far, so he just nodded: "Those people brought by Prince Gong from Rongcheng have not left yet, and they can still continue to train dancers. What's more, I didn't think about just sitting there." Make quick money for a while.”
Chen Jinjun nodded: "Then you can do this after you go back. As for where you need people...I will have someone pass the list to you then."
Shen Xiaoxiao nodded, excitement beyond words.
This was a bold attempt. Not only did I succeed, but I also seemed to have done a pretty good job, didn't I?
But what people didn't expect was that these businessmen thought that the Yongrong Dance Hall was a hot industry, but some people didn't think so.
In the latest issue of the Northwest Evening News, the front page report is about the Yongrong Dance Hall.
There is a line of eye-catching characters printed on it:
Immoral! The performance in the graceful dance hall was half-clothed!
The newspaper sold unexpectedly fast. Looking at the inventory being gradually cleared, Fei An happily poured himself a glass of red wine.
The scarlet viscous wine slowly flowed in the glass, dyeing Feian's lips and teeth red, forming a sharp contrast with his fair skin.
Chen Jinjun, Chen Jinjun, it’s not in vain that she spends so much time going around in circles. Just one store under her can bring her such huge profits.
Feian narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the fine red wine in the glass.
Suddenly, Fei An seemed to have thought of something and called his most capable subordinate.
"Go to Yongzhou Hongyin Bookstore and ask shopkeeper Ning. When can the things I want be written?"
As he ordered, he gently shook the goblet in his hand.
And his men had a look of understanding.
Obviously, this is not the first time that Fian has done such a thing that confuses right and wrong.
He was sitting on the large sofa, as if he had already seen a future where he would make a lot of money again.
It's just a pity that he is so prudent.
Compared to rubbish like him who always plays these word games in the local area, shopkeeper Ning is obviously higher in rank than him.
Seeing the Northwest newspaper coming to pick up the feature he had written for Chen Jinjun, shopkeeper Ning calmly walked to the back and took out the manuscript he had been preparing for a long time.
The person who came to pick up the manuscript was about to take the manuscript from Shopkeeper Ning's hand. Seeing that his hand had already touched the thick stack of paper, Shopkeeper Ning suddenly withdrew his hand.
He looked at Shopkeeper Ning confused, not understanding why Shopkeeper Ning wanted to take back the manuscript in his hand.
Shopkeeper Ning, however, looked up and down calmly, and then a suspicious look appeared on his face: "Are you really sent here by Editor Fei?"
He narrowed his eyes, looking disbelieving.
This made the subordinate very anxious: "I was sent here personally by Editor-in-Chief Fei. Do you think, if I am not someone whom Editor-in-Chief Fei trusts, how could I know whether it was you who wrote the manuscript or not?"
Having said this, he stared at Shopkeeper Ning particularly sincerely.
But shopkeeper Ning calmly walked to his seat, sat down and looked at him quietly: "No, you are not. This manuscript is of great significance. I don't worry that just anyone can take it."
Walk it."
"I..." The person was about to say something, but was blocked by shopkeeper Ning who raised his hand.
"You don't have to continue wasting your breath. I'll continue to wait for Editor-in-Chief Fei."
Then, shopkeeper Ning put back the thick stack of manuscripts in front of this man.
This made the man very anxious, and he was about to snatch it away, but shopkeeper Ning glared back.
How could Shopkeeper Ning not know that this person was sent here by Fei An?
However, for such an important matter, he would not allow Fei An not to come and take a look at the trap he had set up and dug himself.
The visitor saw shopkeeper Ning looking so helpless and had no choice but to leave angrily.
After Feian heard the news, not only was he not as angry as his men thought, but he slapped his thigh and said several words in succession.
Only in this way can we prove that the manuscript handed over to me by Shopkeeper Ning is true, right?
Since shopkeeper Ning attaches so much importance to this matter, he must have written a lot.
Thinking of this, Fei An couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.
He couldn't wait to take a look at Shopkeeper Ning's manuscript.
Fei An excitedly asked his subordinates to make arrangements. He would go to Yongzhou to see Shopkeeper Ning tomorrow.
However, Fei An would never have thought that this was a game played by Shopkeeper Ning.