The bookstore has been erected, and the shed has been built rather hastily. Currently, only the place where the storyteller is located inside and the area with tables, chairs and benches in the front row are covered with oilcloth paper, while the rest of the place is in the open air.
At this time, on a platform that was as tall as one person, the storyteller was telling the story of "The Complete Biography of Yue Fei" with great excitement, which told the story of Yue Fei's resistance to the Jin Dynasty in the Song Dynasty.
The reason why Zhu Hao gave this story to Yu San was because the story of Yue Fei's resistance to the Jin Dynasty was widely circulated among the people, and there were endless legends about Yue Fei. Only when the people roughly knew the historical figures and what happened, would they come to listen.
, rashly opening an earth-shattering story without any mass base will simply not be able to gather a lot of popularity in a short period of time.
This takes full advantage of people's psychology.
I know this story. I just want to hear how others tell it and how it differs from what I know. While listening, I can also tell my companions about the part I understand...
If you want to open a new story book, you have to wait until the place becomes famous before telling it. Find a time to test the waters and see which stories are more marketable in this era.
Zhu Hao and Jinghong were both children, with flexible bodies and could easily get to the front.
When I was about to approach the podium, I was stopped by someone. It was a porter who was less than twenty years old. He pointed to the back and said: "Kids, don't come forward. You have to pay to listen to the book."
Zhu Hao asked deliberately: "Isn't it free to listen to books?"
"Of course it doesn't cost money to listen to the seats in the back, but for the good seats in the front, especially those with seats, you will definitely have to pay..." The porter stared at Zhu Hao.
Jinghong didn't want to cause trouble, so he pulled Zhu Hao: "Let's go."
Zhu Hao pointed at Yu San, who was holding a broken gong in the front row, which was full of copper coins, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for him... Yu San, I know him... Hello!"
Zhu Hao shouted, which immediately aroused dissatisfaction from the audience around him.
After all, there was no good amplification equipment in this era. This kind of bookstore with air leakage from all directions did not have the effect of an echo wall. The storyteller must have a loud voice and be "durable". He cannot suddenly become hoarse while talking.
It turns out that if a child is heard shouting in a quiet place, people will certainly not look kindly on it.
Yu San looked over and when he saw it was Zhu Hao, he approached with a smile.
"Go on and on, I don't have any eyesight...Brother Hao, look, this stall is so lively. There are at least a few hundred people listening to the book. We are prosperous this time."
When Yu San came up, he showed off to Zhu Hao.
Zhu Hao waved his hand: "I'm not here to check the accounts today. You should do your work first. Find a place for us to sit down, and then bring us some melon seeds and snacks..."
"Okay!"
Yu San quickly made arrangements.
Originally, the seats in the front row had long been occupied by those well-off listeners, so Yu San temporarily added two seats and arranged them in front of the stage and to the side.
Jinghong asked in confusion: "Zhu Hao, do you know that person?"
Zhu Hao picked up a melon seed from the table in front of him and said while eating: "Of course we know each other. From now on, we can come and listen to books for free. This place is good. It's close to the palace. It's only a few steps away. You can come here every day to join in the fun.
I no longer have to worry about having nothing to do at night...Well, there are plenty of open spaces around here. I'll build a stage later and find a troupe to sing..."
"Don't talk nonsense. If you ask someone to support the stage, they will support it, right?"
Jinghong only thought that Zhu Hao was dreaming there.
Zhu Hao smiled and did not explain to Jinghong for the time being. In fact, this bookstore is his own business. As the planner and the big boss behind the scenes, if he really makes money, he can of course add projects according to his plan.
However, the stage and the bookstore are too close and can easily interfere with each other, so it may be necessary to find another place to place them.
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The storyteller is a middle-aged man in his thirties. His voice is not high-pitched, but every time he talks about some key points, it is gentle and fascinating.
Unfortunately, he was not very familiar with the book and often lowered his head to read it. However, the lights of the lanterns hanging on both sides of the table were too dim, and Zhu Hao's writing was not large, so he often had to stop and read it carefully.
This made Jinghong anxious.
It's rare to hear a book back and hear some points that fascinate him. For a child, there is no better entertainment experience than this.
Zhu Hao saw Jinghong standing up and looking at him with an eager look on his face, thinking: "No, if this kid is addicted to this and doesn't want to make progress in his studies from now on, wouldn't I be doing him harm?"
Just as he was thinking about it, Yu San ran over again.
"Brother Hao, the bookstore has officially started giving lectures since the day before yesterday, and more and more people are coming to listen, but many of them come just for free... When do you think it would be better for everyone to pay?"
Yu San squatted aside, discussing business matters with Zhu Hao in a low voice.
Jinghong glanced sideways at Yu San, wanting to ask Zhu Hao what his relationship was with this person, but he soon became addicted to the stories told by the storyteller and no longer cared about anything unrelated to storytelling.
Zhu Hao said: "Business is good, of course you have to collect money, go back and surround the venue with a fence, buy a ticket as soon as you enter... The price of the best seat in the front has been increased to five cents, and if you provide extra tea, melon seeds, candied fruits and
Dried fruits are paid separately... The middle places are sold for three cents, two cents, and one cent at the end... There are two lectures during the day and one lecture at night, and the money is collected three times a day. Now I don't have to worry about losing money."
Yu San said with a smile: "It would be great to be able to make money with Brother Hao, but there are not enough helpers. I have found two brothers to come over to maintain order, but they have to make a living during the day. Now we don't give them money to work, so we can't do this for a long time."
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"Hiring helpers is a must, but it should be established after making money. If you come to help for free now, you will give priority when hiring helpers in the future."
While he was talking, the storyteller on the stage mentioned another wonderful place, and the audience cheered and applauded.
This is an important reason why the bookstore can quickly accumulate popularity. The audience can't help but cheer in unison when they hear the wonderful parts, and boo when they hear the bad parts. After listening to one section, they can even question the previous section.
, asking about the next development of the story, and the location close to the stage has a natural advantage, so the tickets should be more expensive.
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As the second watch drum sounded, the audience dwindled significantly.
Zhu Hao stood up at the right time, dragged Jinghong away, and couldn't let this kid indulge.
On the way back, Jinghong felt a little regretful: "I just heard a general outline, no beginning and no end, so boring."
Zhu Hao looked him over.
Your kid's obsessed look just now is like a student who was addicted to reading novels in school. How dare you say it's boring? If it's interesting, I don't know what will happen to you!
"Go back to bed early. If you feel bored, don't come out. Listening to books is free, but a trip out of the palace will cost me a lot of money."
Jinghong suddenly remembered the copper coins Zhu Hao had given to the guards when he went out.
I wanted to express my support and share some money with him, but unfortunately my family did not prepare any pocket money for him. This is also related to the Jing family's family education, which does not give children too many opportunities to be exposed to the smell of copper.
There is food and drink in the palace, and I even brought you snacks. Why do you still need to pay me? Do you have any place to spend the money I give you?
The two returned to the west gate of the palace. Zhu Hao knocked on the door. After talking to the door, the guard named Lian opened the door and teased: "Is your mother cured? You're back so soon!"
Zhu Hao pretended to have a sad look on his face: "I'm just going back for a visit. I don't dare to delay too much. After all, I have classes tomorrow... Let's go back to rest and won't disturb you anymore."
"let's go!"
Even the guard waved his hand in disinterest.
According to the rules, you are not allowed to drink during the night shift. This makes the night shift quite boring, and you cannot leave your post without permission to gamble like the craftsmen. Even if you want to leave your post, you have to wait until no one is patrolling in the middle of the night, but no one is there at that time.
The mind is playing.
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Returning to the yard where they lived, the two simply tidied up and then lay down.
Neither of them fell asleep immediately.
Zhu Hao didn't expect that the business he accidentally thought of was going so smoothly. It attracted a large number of fans in a few days. Perhaps it was because people in this era lacked nightlife. In a small place like Anlu, no one noticed this business opportunity. Once it was launched, it
Hot in the whole city.
Furthermore, there is indeed a market for the books written by Zhu Hao.
If you want a bookshop to do well in business, it depends on nothing else but the ability of your stories to hook people.
"Zhu Hao, how did you meet that person in the bookshop? Is he the shopkeeper?" Jinghong broke the silence and asked.
Zhu Hao said: "As long as you have free books, don't ask too much... Is that a good place today? If it were someone else who went there, it would cost a few pennies to listen to a book there... But we have to put our studies first
, you can’t think about playing it every day, it’s good to listen to it occasionally.”
Jinghong turned his head and looked at Zhu Hao, a little dissatisfied: "If I don't continue to listen, won't the story not be able to continue?"
"Do you still want to hear the beginning and end? You can buy the copy later and see if it's better for yourself?" Zhu Hao said angrily, "We came to the palace to study. You and I are still young, and it is the time to learn knowledge. If we are
Your family knows that you sneak out of the palace at night to listen to books..."
Jinghong originally imagined that he could continue the story by sneaking out to listen to books later, but when he heard Zhu Hao's words, he couldn't help but shudder.
His family found out that he left the palace late at night...
The stick can break several sticks when serving at home!
"Okay, go to sleep and don't talk anymore!"
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A night of silence.
When the two got up early in the morning, Jinghong was still struggling with the story he heard last night. The formal storytelling was more touching than the half-hearted stories told by Zhu Hao.
"Zhu Hao, did you hear clearly what General Yue said last night?"
"besides……"
Zhu Hao ignored Jinghong.
This kid is addicted to storytelling. I can't let you sink into it. After all, you can be considered half of my student.
When Lu Bing arrived, the three of them were about to walk to the school yard when Lu Song came over and called Zhu Hao aside alone.
"Lu Dianzhan, is something wrong?"
Zhu Hao probably thought that it had something to do with him leaving the palace last night.
Lu Bing looked gloomy: "Last night...you left the palace, what did you do?"
Zhu Haodao: "I just took the son of the Jingzhi County family out to listen to books. There is a bookstore on West Street. There are many people listening to books at night. Doesn't Lu Dianzhan know?"
"Listen to a book?"
Lu Dianzhan obviously didn't believe Zhu Hao's words.
Zhu Hao curled his lips and said: "Otherwise, why would I go? What kind of information was found in the palace? Can't I tell you when I come home on Friday? Besides, I haven't even seen the prince's face. Where did the information come from?
Say? It’s Lu Dianzhan you..."
Lu Song's expression suddenly became cautious.
Zhu Hao was actually hinting to him that you know a lot more about the palace's internal affairs than I do, but you haven't told anyone about it, so where can I tell him?
"By the way, Lu Dianzhan, let's go listen to books together when we have time. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to follow me secretly in the future. I have never wanted to enter the inner courtyard of the palace to inquire about information. I told you that my purpose is
I will stay in the palace to study and make a difference in the future. I will not ruin my future just to investigate information for my family."
Having said this, Zhu Hao turned around and walked towards Jinghong and Lu Bing, saying, "I think your purpose is the same."
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