Mr. Xu's work is truly wonderful. I wonder if Mr. Xu would be willing to transfer the second half of "The White-Browed Hero" to the Beijing Opera Bookstore...

"As for the price, we will definitely not let Mr. Xu suffer a loss!"

The staff at Xuan Nan Bookstore stood by, extremely anxious.

But they were all bosses, and as a mere employee, I couldn't really get a word in edgewise.

He took off running outside.

Uncle Fu picked up the conversation and instructed the waiters on both sides, "Serve tea."

With a smile, he asked, "Mr. Zhao, how much are you planning to offer Mr. Xu?"

Boss Zhao was slightly taken aback. He looked at Uncle Fu, then at Chen Xian, who was silently drinking tea with his head down.

This is a bit tricky.

He tentatively began, "Well, Mr. Qingyun, he is currently writing a story at the Beixi Bookstore. It's a public case, and I'm offering him 150 coins per thousand words."

"This man has been famous in Daxing Town for decades. I wonder if Mr. Xu can still accept this price?"

Uncle Fu took a small sip of tea.

"It's hot outside, so let's open all the windows to let the water out!"

Boss Zhao realized that Uncle Fu had no intention of continuing the conversation.

He frowned slightly.

They seem difficult to approach.

"After all, Mr. Xu only made a name for himself with one novel, 'The White-Browed Swordsman,' and it's not even finished yet..."

"I'm not entirely sure if the story's development will be well-received by the public. I hope Mr. Xu can understand..."

Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhao, I won't lie to you. Guess why Mr. Xu and I have such a good relationship?"

Mr. Zhao nodded slightly, a smile on his face.

He said quite naturally, "Of course, Mr. Xu writes some stories in his spare time and gives them to... Uncle Fu..."

His speech was halting and intermittent, like a machine suddenly crashing.

As a storytelling venue, besides listening to storytelling to pass the time, I also enjoy reading traditional Chinese stories in my spare time.

Something suddenly came to mind.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

I saw that man in a brand-new coarse cloth outfit.

Really?

I was just about to speak!

A rough voice came from over.

"Zhao Jingchu! You are shameless! Mr. Xu has already cooperated with our Xuan Nan Bookstore. Even if you want Mr. Xu's work, according to the rules of our industry, you have to wait for the next work."

No one has ever intercepted it halfway!

Shameless scoundrel!

Mr. Zhang ran over from outside the door.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his face.

Boss Zhao felt a slight pang of unease, but forced himself to remain calm and rebuked:

"That's not as shameless as you. Your Xuan Nan Academy's audience specifically recruits people from my Bei Xi Academy. That's practically stealing food from my bowl. You're incredibly greedy!"

Mr. Zhang found a chair, sat down, and started panting heavily.

He seemed completely unconcerned.

"I didn't instigate them; they came voluntarily!"

"Voluntary? You dare say it's voluntary?" The boss was furious and cold.

“My Xuan Nan Academy relies on its price advantage. Since your Beijing Opera charges higher tickets, they will naturally prefer to come to my place. What’s there to say?”

Boss Zhao sternly rebuked:

"You dare to say your tickets are cheap, that you can get one free ticket for every three people? It sounds simple enough, but it's probably going to be hard to find three people."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand and said with a smile, "Then it has nothing to do with me. I have never forced the audience, and I have told them the rules of this game in advance."

The rest of the decisions were all made by themselves.

His gaze drifted towards Chen Xian, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Even now, I still feel a slight sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).

The idea of ​​getting one free admission for three people was suggested to me by the other party.

What a clever scheme!

Afterwards, he did the math and figured he probably wouldn't earn much.

Just barely broke even and made a small profit.

But when it came time to check the accounts, he discovered it.

Pulling three people seems simple, but it's actually not easy, and there's a time limit.

And this task must be completed within the specified time.

What's most interesting is that it seems everyone wants to be the one who gets in for free.

That is, everyone wants to become the team leader.

So when A invited B, B nonchalantly replied, "I don't like watching."

After all, no matter how much you say you don't like watching it, if you can gather three people, you can get your ticket for free.

Getting something for free is always appealing!

Subsequently, Yi took the initiative to become the group leader, specifically seeking out people who were unaware of the situation, such as Bing and Ding, to recruit others.

In that case...

It's possible for a three-person group to form smoothly.

But if Bing and Ding knew the news, they would also claim they didn't want to watch it, and then start their own group, pulling in the others!

A small number of groups can be formed, meeting the minimum requirements.

However, in most groups, almost every group encountered the most absurd situation—they were always one person short.

Mr. Zhang sighed slightly, "It just goes to show that human nature is inherently greedy; everyone wants to be the sole initiator!"

Of course, selling tickets like this is a genius idea. I looked at the man in coarse clothes.

Boss Zhao looked at Boss Zhang with intense eyes.

"I wonder, Brother Zhang, what price did you initially offer Mr. Xu?"

Mr. Zhang's chubby face twitched slightly.

Tactics – Look down to pretend you're drinking water!