Martial Arts Immortal

The two exchanged a few polite words, and then Lin Zheyu got straight to the point.

"It's impossible to leave Bidan Teahouse and come to Yixiang Teahouse to tell stories. After all, Manager Wu was kind to me back then."

Jia Yanming was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his face turned cold.

"Don't worry, although I won't leave Bidan Teahouse, I can provide you with stories."

"Songyicheng has no shortage of storytellers with strong storytelling abilities. My storytelling skills are not worth mentioning in front of the older gentlemen."

"What they lack is a fresh and good story. And by chance, I have a good story." Lin Zheyu said slowly.

"oh?"

"Can it be as exciting as the story you told at Bidan Tea House?" Jia Yanming became interested.

Lin Zheyu is right. His storytelling skills are indeed not as good as those of many older gentlemen who have honed their skills for many years.

His main advantage is that his stories are fresh and exciting.

A good story is like a foundation. Only when the foundation is laid can you use storytelling skills to build an attic palace.

"Absolutely wonderful!" Lin Zheyu affirmed.

"Do you have a finished manuscript?"

"Yes, this is the first chapter of a new story. You should read it first."

Lin Zheyu handed over the prepared manuscript. The story was the same as the one given to the three storytellers yesterday.

Jia Yanming took the manuscript and browsed it quickly.

He knows how to read, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get into a management position.

A few minutes later, Jia Yanming finished reading the first chapter with a satisfied smile on his face. The quality of the story was good.

"Okay, it's settled!"

"Every time I pay 200 cents to buy it, what do you think?"

Jia Yanming said that the content of one chapter is just enough for a storyteller to tell stories in one day.

"No need for 200 pennies, I only charge you 80 pennies."

"But I have also sold this story to other people. If you want the exclusive one, it will be more expensive, 400 yuan."

Lin Zheyu opened his mouth wide, leaving room for bargaining.

"Sold to other people too?"

Jia Yanming frowned, this is not possible.

The reason why Bidan Teahouse is so popular is not because the stories told by Lin Zheyu are new. Not only are they wonderful, but they are only available in Bidan Teahouse and cannot be heard anywhere else.

If it can be heard elsewhere, listeners will have more choices and may not necessarily come to their teahouse.

"That's not possible. Let me see if there is any exclusive one." Jia Yanming said.

He was secretly shocked by Lin Zheyu's creative ability.

Not only do you tell new stories at Bidan Teahouse, you can also provide other storytellers with different story content, and they are extremely exciting.

It would be amazing if he could come up with another story and sell it exclusively to him.

"Already prepared."

"I originally planned to make this story into a series, but Master Liang said that he likes to hear stories about warriors, so I re-wrote it. There is no place to tell this story."

"Since this is no longer of use, I'll sell it to you."

Lin Zheyu said with a smile, deliberately mentioning Master Liang, wanting to give Jia Yanming a deterrent, but he didn't know if Master Liang's name was useful.

"Master Liang? Which Master Liang?"

Jia Yanming took the manuscript paper and asked casually.

"Master Liang Songliang, I have already become a disciple of him." Lin Zheyu said.

Liang Song?

Jia Yanming pondered for a moment, and the figure of the lame old man appeared in his mind.

He heard from his younger brother about this person. It was said that he had good strength, but he rarely took action and was extremely low-key.

Jia Yanming secretly wrote down the name and planned to go back and ask Jia Yanyong in detail.

He quickly browsed the manuscript provided by Lin Zheyu.

This is a story about a scholar, and it is in the same series as the story Lin Zheyu told before at Bidan Teahouse.

"good!"

"As expected of Mr. Lin, he is able to write so many wonderful stories and his literary talent is truly remarkable."

"I want both this story and the one just now. Can it be cheaper?"

Jia Yanming made a decision immediately.

Both of these stories are extremely exciting. Judging from Jia Yanming's decades of experience and vision, they will definitely become popular.

"I'll give you a zero, I'll give you 500 pennies."

Jia Yanming: "..."

Jia Yanming squinted his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he thought I was an idiot.

"Haha, just kidding, I'll give you 450 cents cheaper, it's the same price." Lin Zheyu smiled and said.

"Okay, 450 cents is 450 cents."

Jia Yanming was very happy.

The quality of these two stories is very high. With these two stories, the business of Yixiang Tea House will be even more prosperous.

"Guanshi Jia is a cheerful person. Let me toast you with this cup!"

Lin Zheyu raised his glass and was in a good mood.

Not only did he solve a troublesome problem, he also earned an extra 450 yuan in income every day.

Including the three storytellers, there is an extra income of 690 cash a day.

…

White Mountain neighborhood.

Gao Yu frowned as he looked at the dying monkey on the hospital bed.

The doctor just came to see me and said that he was poisoned. Even if he is cured, he may be disabled and unable to do heavy work in the future.

"Brother Yu, you must, you must, you must help me take revenge!"

The thin monkey looked at Gao Yu and said with difficulty.

"Brother, what should I do about this matter? Do I need to report it to the official?" said another.

"Avenge your head."

"If we fail to steal, we will be poisoned. If we report it to the official, will the government arrest us?"

Gao Yu cursed angrily, feeling extremely irritable.

After so many years of sneaking around, this was the first time he encountered a ruthless person who smeared poison on sharp objects on the fence.

"This must not end like this."

Gao Yu gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

This was the first time that he had suffered a loss from an outsider like Lin Zheyu who had no clan background. Gao Yu didn't believe it because he couldn't handle a weak scholar.

"Yan Ling, Wen Biao, you two keep an eye on Lin Zheyu, observe his daily movements, and at the same time inquire about the situation near his residence."

Gao Yu said, the matter must not be let go like this.

Lin Zheyu is just a down-and-out scholar who escaped from difficulties in Jiunancheng. Even though he has made a few money now, he has no background, so he can just do it by himself?

It's just that the other party has some trouble staying in the inner city. The security in the inner city is relatively strict and it is difficult to take action.

"Brother Yu, are we going to take action in the inner city?"

Wen Biao asked, fearful.

If you are caught doing something in the city, the punishment will be severe.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

"Just find a place with no one around to do it without being discovered."

"His kind of refugee is helpless and has no one to rely on. Even if he disappears, no one will stand up for him." Gao Yu said.

"Do you really want to kill him?"

Yanling said a little unbearably.

Although he was sneaky and did many bad things, he had never killed anyone.

"It depends on whether this kid is on the right path. If he is on the right path, he can be spared his life if sufficient compensation is given."

Gao Yu said coldly.

After some discussion, a few people made a simple plan.

…

After reaching cooperation with Jia Yanming, Lin Zheyu breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no need to worry about the younger brother of the other party's Feihong Gang coming to make trouble and being plotted against.

However, Lin Zheyu did not remove the traps in the yard. The world was not peaceful. He was living alone in Songyicheng, so it was better to take some precautions.

Time passed, and six days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zheyu's life was good.

The team of storytellers has grown and grown to nine people, but the price has been lowered, 50 cents per person per day.

The income contributed by the nine storytellers, plus the income from supplying articles to Yixiang Tea House, and the income earned from storytelling by myself, amounted to about 1,500 cash.

It's equivalent to one tael of silver.