Looking at the crowds of spectators on the other side of the river, Ying Wuji finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There shouldn't be any flaws in this plan.
At first he thought of many fancy ways to attract customers, but rejected them all in the end. After all, Hua Chao itself was a brand, and no matter whether Luo Yan was pushing it behind the scenes, it was an indisputable fact that she was famous.
Literary men and women vied with each other to admire him, but ordinary people only heard of his name but never heard his music.
Today, ordinary people are allowed to listen to music for free, so there is no reason for them not to come.
Anyway, both Shangmo Bookstore and art forms like opera need publicity, and charging a fee at this juncture would be sheer madness.
But not making a penny is not Ying Wuji's style.
So, he set his sights on these "destined people".
Those who possess high-level techniques are definitely rich, and making a wave of money and then a wave of attributes is pure profit. If you can make their emotional bar break through 90 and drop a wave of high-level techniques, it would be awesome.
Of course, this is just a thought.
The conditions for the emotion bar to break through 90 are too harsh. Except for Bai Zhi, the little girl who is easy to lose, everyone else must be blasted at a specific point.
Ying Wuji glanced at the VIP seats. In addition to his own people, there were already three or four people sitting there. Judging from their attire and demeanor, it was obvious that they were outstanding students from among the hundreds of schools.
One of them was wearing a long robe and had a stern face. Judging from his attire, he should be a student of Legalism from another country.
A soldier with a burly build and a fierce temperament.
There is another one, that poor Taoist priest who looks depressed and depressed.
Ying Wuji was extremely concerned about this poor Taoist priest. The first two people had spent a lot of money and gained a lot of attribute points.
As a result, this poor Taoist priest had no money on him, his emotions were extremely stable, and he didn't have a single drop of money.
If there wasn't a blue ball of light following his emotion bar, Ying Wuji really wouldn't want to have anything to do with him.
Bai Zhi leaned over and whispered, "Sir, why do I feel like he has a worse kidney deficiency than you?"
Ying Wuji was anxious: "Who, who has kidney deficiency? Don't talk nonsense."
Bai Zhi stammered, "You were obviously not drunk that night, but you still didn't, didn't... Sir, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"
Ying Wuji: “???”
Just when he was about to have a good talk with Bai Zhi.
The waiter who was soliciting customers came over hurriedly and said in a low voice, "Sir, this distinguished guest donated this to us."
As he said that, he stuffed a gold bar into Ying Wuji's hand and exchanged it for silver, at least one thousand five hundred taels.
Hey!
Dog owner!
Ying Wuji immediately stood up and greeted him with a smile on his face: "I am so ashamed for not welcoming you, my distinguished guest!"
Zhao Ning smiled and said, "Young Master Wuji's shame is really priceless. Scarcity makes things valuable. I am the one who took advantage of it."
Ying Wuji was not ashamed, and said with a smile: "Whether it is a thousand gold or a penny, as long as the distinguished guest is willing to make friends with me, it will be a blessing for me. I don't know the distinguished guest's name!"
"Zhao Ling!"
Zhao Ning only changed his name but did not hide his surname. After all, there were tens of thousands of royal family members, and there were too many young people with the surname Zhao. As long as he did not change back to his original appearance and did not reveal his cultivation, no one would discover his identity. It would also be easier to do things with the name "Zhao".
Sure enough, most of the people at the table glanced slightly, nodded in greeting, and then turned their heads away. Only the poor Taoist priest's gaze lingered on her for a moment.
Zhao...
Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes. There were indeed many people with the surname Zhao, but very few of them could learn earth-level techniques. Especially since Zhao Ling in front of him was so young, he would definitely be highly valued even among the royal family.
This person is worth making friends with!
"It turns out to be Brother Zhao Ling, please take a seat!"
Ying Wuji held Zhao Ning's wrist affectionately and sat down, and asked his men to set out the wine, drinks and cakes: "Brother Zhao! I am ashamed. I grew up in Jiangcheng and have never heard of your name."
Zhao Ning pulled his wrist free without leaving a trace: "I am a nobody, it's normal that Brother Ying doesn't know about me."
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Brother Zhao is too modest. I hope you have an extraordinary bearing, which is not something an unknown person can have. If it weren't for the fact that His Majesty the King of Li only has two sons, the Crown Prince and the Lord of Pingling, I would have thought that you were also a young master!"
"Hahaha……"
Zhao Ning smiled awkwardly but politely, thinking to himself: I didn't expect Ying Wuji to have such a sharp eye. Why did such a wonderful person only show himself as a mediocre young man before? Is there some mystery behind this?
Hearing this, the students of military strategists standing by shook their heads secretly.
They had just arrived in the Kingdom of Li and had heard about some things about Ying Wuji. They thought that he had been in the limelight recently and must be a talented person, so they came to see him. However, they did not expect that he was also a sycophant. When he met a member of the royal family of the Kingdom of Li, he was so fawning.
Come to think of it, if we do not seek refuge in Lebanon after losing power in our motherland, our lives will probably be very difficult.
Unfortunately...
There is one less wonderful person in this world. Let’s go after watching the opera. There is really nothing to be nostalgic about in such mundane things.
Han Juan raised his eyelids and looked at the two of them thoughtfully.
Seeing these people's reactions, Ying Wuji frowned. Why didn't these people respond to a word? They were silent just now, just like wood. Could it be that I have a connection with autism?
How can I know what kind of people you are if I don't even know what kind of people you are? How can I attack you in a targeted way if I don't know what kind of people you are?
Zhao Ling is still better, at least he has a mouth. Let's see if we can get closer to him and find time to give him a critical hit.
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