Apart from writing storytelling for the Beijing Opera Bookstore, no one can hire him to write books; otherwise, he will have to pay a penalty for breach of contract.
hehe.
After the first episode of the detective story was finished, the storyteller took a short break.
The men inside went outside to get some fresh air and relieve themselves, preparing to go back in later to listen to the second episode.
"That's really great! Beixi Academy is indeed the best in Daxing Town."
"Yes, the Xuan Nan Academy next door is not as good as it is now. I have many friends, and if I go next door to support them, it's just out of consideration for our past friendship. But if you ask me, there's no need for that at all."
We're just ordinary people; we listen to audiobooks for our own enjoyment. How much money would it take to support those audiobook libraries with our own money?
That's incredibly outdated!
"Brother, you are indeed clear-headed."
Not long after.
People started to surround them.
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
"Brother Kangnian, what are you doing here? Come on, let's go to the Xuan Nan Book House next door to listen to storytelling."
Without waiting for the other party's reply, they coaxed and tricked them into leaving.
"I haven't even pulled up my pants yet, wait a minute..."
This scenario soon unfolded at the Beijing Opera Bookstore.
After the storyteller had rested, he moistened his throat, took a sip of tea, and lifted the curtain.
He stood there, stunned.
The place was originally packed, but now there are only a few people here and there.
The waiter cursed, "The owner of Xuan Nan Bookstore is truly shameless, resorting to such despicable methods to steal our customers."
The boss chuckled: "Go ahead, go ahead. Maybe it's out of consideration for a friend. I actually admire Lao Zhang now for coming up with such a terrible idea."
But did he ever consider that if he tricked people into going in to listen to a storytelling performance, and the content wasn't interesting, and the customers were unwilling to pay, would they go back to his place next time?
Even the last shred of goodwill was squandered; it was utterly foolish!
The waiter flattered, "Brilliant! Brilliant! Boss, you're brilliant!"
People who had reluctantly left the Beijing Opera Bookstore were now squirming around, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"Speaking of this White-Browed Hero..."
The guy muttered to himself: "This guy looks like a hanged ghost and he's the main character?"
Xuan Nan Book House's taste in selecting books is really not very good.
But as they listened, the disdain, mockery, and resentment in their eyes gradually turned into surprise, doubt, admiration, and respect!
"Damn, White-Browed Hero, although he's ugly, his values and principles are truly top-notch. He's the kind of guy who'll do whatever the young master says he'll do. That's awesome."
"Yes, especially since those people are opposing him and advising him not to provoke the people of Chang'an Prefecture. Those are all powerful and influential people in the capital. You are just a lowly guard. Although you hold a high position, you are nothing compared to the Prince's Mansion."
"Look at how others do it, I can't help but feel resentful, but I can live up to my chivalrous heart."
"That feels great, fucking great!"
Just when things got really exciting!
But then the storyteller lightly tapped his gavel, "To find out what happens next, please listen to the next episode!"
"That's it? That's all? Sir, please... could you please say just one more episode?"
The storyteller looked at the shopkeeper with a troubled expression.
Mr. Zhang stood up, suppressing his excitement, and looked at the packed audience.
"Gentlemen, we can't treat the teacher like a mule. He's been talking for over an hour now, and we need to take a break."
The room erupted in laughter.
Taking advantage of the scene, Boss Zhang looked at the packed crowd, clenched his fist, as if he had made up his mind.
Lowering his voice and glancing around mysteriously, he asked, "Do you know what the author of 'The White-Browed Hero' went through to write something like this?"
Everyone in the audience pricked up their ears and craned their necks.
Boss Zhang laughed heartily and said slyly, "To tell you the truth, the creator of 'The White-Browed Hero' is an old man. He is used to recording the injustices of the world in his storybooks from the perspective of an observer, venting his dissatisfaction."
"Recently, the old man specifically told me that something happened in Laomiao Town that made him very angry."
His expression suddenly changed.
"Now, please let the storyteller tell us the whole story..."
Everyone's appetite was whetted.
"It seems that the creator of 'The White-Browed Hero' is also a wandering knight! A hermit like a master of seclusion, quite interesting."
Although the storyteller looked tired, he was still full of energy.
"There's a food street in Laomiao Town... bustling and crowded with people. One day, the Cheng family set up their stall on the food street..."
The original events were already infuriating, and the storyteller's embellishment only exacerbated the situation.
Everyone was engrossed in the story.
Among the crowd was a young man with tanned skin. Despite being dressed as a scholar, he looked more like a farmer's son. Although he was hidden among the crowd, he was very conspicuous.
Suddenly, she said softly, "I think I've heard something similar about this recently around the walled square?"
The crowd's interest was piqued.
They all inquired about him.
"The Cheng family, the Chen family?"
"Braised pork?"
Extract the keywords.
Especially the elderly, infected by the chivalrous spirit of the White-Browed Hero, said angrily: "Dirty clerk, your mouth deserves to be struck by lightning. This is a farmer who has finally managed to earn a living."
He's making things so difficult for them; he's truly a beast, a wild dog!
Some people nodded.
Some even suggested, "Why don't we just block the entrance to the sanitation department and make Manager Ma apologize to the farmer in person on the food street!"
The young man quietly offered his opinion: "The best way is for you to write down the notices and post them on the food street, the county government office, the small square, and even on the gates of the sanitation department and the tax office."
Some people nodded.
When he came to his senses and went to thank the boy for his good idea, he turned around and saw the boy slipping away into the crowd.
It flashed by like a swimming fish.
We'll never see them again.
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