MTL - It’s Hard For a Good Wife and Mother-Chapter 38 Premeditated?
Mo Dai and Xiao Xiao returned to Fumantang, and before entering the lobby, they saw Shi Lan lying on the railing on the second floor and shouting at her: "Mo Daxi, you are finally back!" Shi Lan smiled like a flower, as if Very innocent child.
"Ms. Shi is well!" Mo Dai bowed to Shi Lan, Xiao Xiao didn't make a sound, and also bowed to Shi Lan.
Seeing that Modai was very polite and alienated to her, Shi Lan curled the corners of his lips almost indistinctly, and stepped down the stairs in the next second, holding her arm affectionately like a friend for many years : "Daxi, you don't know, because you weren't there in the second half of the day, the guests listening to books in the building almost broke out. Later, the old storyteller came on stage to tell the story. Unexpectedly, she didn't start speaking for long. The guests all shook their sleeves and left their seats, the old gentleman was so angry that..."
"Ahem!" Fang Ling, who walked into the lobby from the backyard, suddenly coughed twice to interrupt Shi Lan's words.
"The shopkeeper!" Mo Dai and Xiao Xiao bowed to her when they saw her.
"Well. Now that you're here, hurry up and get ready to work. What are you doing in this lobby?" Fang Ling has been staying in Fumantang for the past few days, and all the workers are tense, but if she finds that she is lazy If there are any signs, they will definitely be scolded, and the monthly payment will be deducted after it is over.
Mo Dai and Xiao Xiao were about to leave, but Fang Ling said again: "Mo Daxi, come with me!"
Xiao Xiao and Modai looked at each other, silently made a "I'll leave first" look, then slipped to his own residence in the backyard.
"The shopkeeper..." Mo Dai was about to ask Fang Ling why she was looking for her, when Shi Lan took her arm again.
"Aunt Ling, if you have something to say, go to the box on the second floor!" Without caring whether Fang Ling agreed or not, she dragged Modai up the stairs on the second floor. Fang Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, and followed him up to the second floor.
In the backyard, Xiao Xiao was about to go upstairs to work with his little mistress's special rag on his right shoulder, but he saw an old storyteller coming out of a certain room with a burden on his shoulder and a gloomy expression on his face .
Xiao Xiao remembered what Shi Lan said just now, and guessed that the old storyteller might have suffered a big blow yesterday, so he must leave now!
Xiao Xiao always had some respect for the storyteller, now when he saw her, he greeted her with a smile: "Mr. Shang!"
The name of this old storyteller is Shang Yihong. He is in his fifties. He used to be a wandering storyteller. His hometown is Guqu County. He came to Liugang Town, Laiyang County a year ago. Fang Ling appreciated his storytelling, so Stay in Fumantang for a long time to tell stories.
Shang Yihong glanced at Xiao Xiao, knowing that she respected her very much on weekdays, but when she thought of her friendship with Mo Daxi who not only robbed her of her job, but also made her unable to step down, she lost her temper with her.
Seeing Shang Yihong ignoring him deliberately, Xiao Xiao scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and went to work upstairs.
In the private room on the second floor, what Fang Ling and Mo Dai said was that from now on, Mo Dai would tell stories in Fumantang. There would be two sessions a day, five hundred characters per session. The amount is determined by how much the guest tipped on that day. As for the previous knife show, it can be used as a repertoire of Fumantang, and it can be used for performances when the venue needs to be heated up.
Modai asked: "If I am in charge of storytelling, how should the old storyteller arrange it?"
"Of course I asked her to leave!" Shi Lan replied as a matter of course.
"Hey, what Lan'er said is true! If you come to read books, the guests will not listen to the books that the old man said. After all, the books that the old man said are already boring. The reason why the guests come to listen to them every day is because there is nothing else. Things can be used for entertainment, and now the book you are talking about is novel and funny, and it has already whetted the appetite of the guests, and if you leave the old gentleman here to tell the book, you will only be left alone." Seeing Modai's guilty face, Fang Ling revealed what he said. With sarcasm and ruthlessness, "Mo Daxi, when you took the initiative to try storytelling, you should be able to think of today's results. This world is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Are you not too hypocritical to feel guilty for stealing other people's jobs?"
The corners of Mo Dai's mouth twitched. She understood what Fang Ling said, but it was a bit cruel to say that she was hypocritical. At least she had thought about joining hands with that old gentleman in Fumantang to tell stories, but It's not like Fang Ling said, just grab people's jobs and squeeze people away!
"Shopkeeper," Mo Dai raised her eyes and looked at Fang Ling, her voice was still a little hoarse after recovering last night, "As you can see, my voice is not suitable for long-term storytelling, but I thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. This method is absolutely beneficial to Fu Mantang, but not harmful."
Hearing this, Fang Ling couldn't help laughing out loud, this girl's tone is so arrogant, I don't know what she can say!
"I'll write a new book of words and give it to the old man. What do you think? Even if the old man is no longer in the building to tell the story, you can directly talk to other storytellers. The left and right Fumantang will not be empty. , swept away the interest of the guests!"
Fang Ling couldn't help being startled, the business tentacles in his brain twitched suddenly, as expected of Mo Daxi, this idea is so ingenious, but when he was about to express his approval, Shi Lan snatched it away.
"This method is very good, Daxi, where are you from? Not only can you know swordsmanship, but also tell stories and write scripts?" Shi Lan hugged Mo Dai's arm, his eyes sparkled, and his sickly pale complexion could not help but appear. A little flush.
Fang Ling coughed again, while rubbing his chin, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Dai: "If your book is sold out at Fumantang, how much will it cost?"
"The shopkeeper Fang is worthy of being an old man in the mall, Daxi admires him!" Mo Dai said with a smile while cupping her fists to show her respect.
Fang Ling couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. When he said something about an old man in the mall, you actually meant to say an old fox in the mall!
"However, I won't sell out the book, I only take 10% of the daily profit from storytelling..."
"What a big tone!" Fang Ling couldn't help interrupting Mo Dai's words in a cold voice. She finally understood today that this stinky girl's dormancy in Fumantang was definitely premeditated. It's a pretense to negotiate with her for this moment!
Fumantang's daily storytelling profit is huge, as much as one-third of the total profit of the entire restaurant. This stinky girl has definitely been eyeing this piece of fat for a long time!
The more Fang Ling thought about it, the more angry he became, his fair skin flushed, and there were faint veins on his forehead.
Seeing Fang Ling's reaction, Mo Dai thought that the 10% profit she proposed would not be less.
She didn't know who the old man was when he was storytelling, but for the two days when she was storytelling alone, the rewards were tinkling non-stop, and it was definitely more than two hundred taels a day. Moreover, sitting in the storytelling venue on the second floor also requires a seat fee. When listening to the book, guests will order some small dishes such as melon seeds and snacks. These things are not expensive to eat in ordinary restaurants, but it is different in Fumantang , the price will definitely double.
During the storytelling period, there was a rule that the young mistress Wu Lian would walk around the arena every second, and every time she walked, she would ask for a reward. Most of the people who came here to listen to the book were wealthy households in the town or wealthy locals. Yes, even if you compete for face, you will be rewarded more. One or two taels of silver will be thrown into the copper bowl at a time. There are very few copper coins. Even if you give copper coins, you will always throw them. For a time, I felt that "the road of Zhumen's wine and meat stinks, and there are frozen bones."
"If the shopkeeper Fang thinks that the young one's request is too inappropriate, then just treat it as if the young one didn't say anything! The shopkeeper Fang is right. Since the young one dared to ask for a storytelling earlier, now he has squeezed away the old one. To feel guilty, sir, is hypocritical, the little one will definitely not say anything more, but the little one's current voice is really not suitable for storytelling, and the little one wants to take a few days off..."
"Are you threatening my old lady?" Fang Ling became even more angry, grabbed Mo Dai's collar, and stared at her through gritted teeth, "How dare you threaten my old lady, huh?"
The big face of the shopkeeper came over, and the breath and saliva sprayed directly on Mo Dai's face, and Mo Dai silently turned her face away: "No, shopkeeper, you misunderstood, the small one is really because of a throat discomfort... "
"Bah! What a bird with a bad throat?"
Mo Dai felt that half of her face was wet, and she felt a little nauseous in her heart.
"Aunt Ling, I don't think Daxi's request is too much. If you don't agree, I will invite Daxi to my house to tell our family a storytelling story, so that you are so lucky that no one will come to tell you a story!" Shi Lan was a little dissatisfied Fang Ling took Mo Dai's actions, for some reason, she liked Mo Daxi very much!
It was said that Fang Ling's eyes twitched and her mouth twitched, Shi Lan, a white-eyed wolf who crawled around, was her own cousin, and she actually helped outsiders speak, saying, "Let's make you so lucky that no one will read the book" , Isn't this Fumantang belongs to their historian?
However, after calming down and thinking about it, Mo Daxi didn't mention it too much. The storybook she provided is definitely fresh and interesting, and she is not afraid of not being full. Compared with giving Mo Daxi a 10% profit loss, she would rather earn more profit. . However, when businessmen are talking about business, they naturally hope to minimize the cost they pay. Even if a mosquito flies by, they must think about scraping half of the fat in their stomachs to be the soul of a businessman.
"Half, no more!" Fang Ling began to bargain.
"10%." Mo Dai was unmoved.
"Half!"
"10%."
"I said half done!"
"10%."
"Why do you say that you are not accommodating, girl, you are so angry!"
"Shopkeeper, I have an eighty-year-old father to support, and a child who needs to be fed. It's really not easy for us country people to live..."
"Fuck off! I don't know your background when I'm an old lady? I'm still an eighty-year-old father! Pooh! Your father is only in his thirties, okay? My mother hates your smooth-talking mouth so much that her teeth itch!"
"The shopkeeper's..."
"Shut up, old lady! Well, if you make a profit, you will make a profit, but if the book you write is not welcomed by the guests, let's see how I will deal with you! Hmph!" Fang Ling slammed the door out angrily.
"Thank you shopkeeper!" Mo Dai smiled and bowed behind her to thank her.
Seeing that Fang Ling was so angry, Shi Lan finally agreed, and was about to go forward to have a joke with Mo Dai, but saw that the smile on Mo Dai's face faded away after Fang Ling left, replaced by a deep thoughtful calm
"Daxi, you..."
Mo Dai immediately came back to her senses, and looked at Shi Lan with a smile: "Thank you Miss Shi for your words of help just now, I am very grateful!"
Shi Lan smiled uncomfortably, Mo Daxi was still very wary of her, why, she obviously liked her very much, and wanted to be a bosom friend with her!
However, Mother often said that the world is so big, but a confidant is hard to find, Mo Daxi, just wait, she will never give up!
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