Yuanshin: Xiangshengtang went bankrupt, I made movies to make money

Liyue, Past Life Hall, Council Hall.

"Hall Master, there are only 300,000 Mora left in the funds this month, and I can only barely give money to the disciples of the Past Life Hall, as for other expenses..."

Although we old guys can not be frustrated, the operating expenses of the Past Life Hall need money, and the disciples below also need money.

"And I recently heard complaints from the disciples below, saying that the quality of food in our Past Life Hall has declined, and there are even rumors about whether there is a problem with our Past Life Hall's finances."

"If Li Keqing hadn't taken out 20W Mora yesterday to help solve the siege and suppress those discussions, I doubt that the disciples below would have quietly left."

In the council hall, several old men reported to Hu Taoyu, telling about the recent troubles.

Their voices became more and more high-pitched, as if the Past Life Hall was going bankrupt in the next second, and the noisy sound made Hu Tao anxious.

But several old men were the most respected figures in the Hall of Past Life, and they had done things with Hu Tao's grandfather, the seventy-fifth generation hall master.

Although they have not often appeared in front of people, the operation of the Past Life Hall is inseparable from them.

And it was also for the good of the past life, and Hu Tao couldn't find any reason to prevaricate them.

"Grandpa Li, Grandpa Zhang, I'll think of a way, don't be in a hurry..."

Helplessly, Hu Tao had to avoid this problem, because she couldn't think of any good way at the moment.

"Hall Master, if you don't invite Zhong Li Guest Qing back, with him here, a few of us old men will also be at ease." An elderly ceremonial officer suggested.

"Yes, hall master." An old man nodded and agreed, "Before he comes back, we old men also have some coffin books on them, which can help the Past Life Hall continue for a while."

"Don't, don't!"

Hearing the words of the old man in front of him who even took out his own coffin book, Hu Tao waved his hand again and again and politely refused: "The past life hall still does not need the coffin books of several grandfathers, and the situation is not as severe as you think."

"Besides, even if you want to pay for it, it's me, the hall master!" There is no saying that you will pay for it.

Saying that, Hu Tao said confidently: "Although the hall master is young, he still has some savings, which is enough for the past life hall to survive this crisis.

"As for Zhong Li, he said that he has important matters during this time, so he may not be able to come back."

"In this way..." an old man sighed and said, "Well, since the hall master has said so, a few of us old men naturally obey the order."

"But has the hall master thought of a way to get through this crisis?"

Hearing

this death question, Hu Tao didn't know how to answer for a while, she had tried all the methods she had thought of, and none of them had succeeded.

Except, Li Yan....

As soon as Hu Tao thought of Li Yan, he heard the door of the council hall being pushed open, and the wooden door made a 'creaking' sound, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"So you're all here!" Li Yan carried the projector, walked in slowly, and put the projector in front of several people.

"Hall Master, you made me make something. Now there is no need to worry about the funding of our Past Life Hall.

Li Yan was actually outside the door for a long time, and when he heard the worries of several old ceremonial officials about Hu Tao, he also knew very well how much pressure this concern would be for Hu Tao.

So when Hu Tao was at a loss, Li Yancai quietly pushed the door and came in, interrupting the pressing of several people.

Sure enough, several elders shifted their attention from Hu Tao to Li Yan's body.

For Li Yan, a young guest secretary who was only eighteen years old, several old men still appreciated it very much.

Li Yan is not only handsome and talented, but also able to stand up when the past life hall is in crisis and spend thousands of dollars to solve the siege.

Therefore, even if they were interrupted from the council discussion, they did not say anything, but looked curiously at a wooden box at Li Yan's feet.

"Li Keqing, I don't know what you are holding here?" An old man said curiously.

"Yes, you said that this thing can solve the financial problem of the Past Life Hall? Can you take it seriously?

"Definitely take it seriously!" Li Yan nodded and introduced to several old men.

"This is called a photo camera, and it is a magical machine that the hall master asked me to make a few days ago, and its characteristic is that it can tell stories."

"Storytelling?" Several old men looked at each other and wondered, "How does this thing tell stories?"

"That's it! Whether it's singing or speaking, storytelling requires people to do it themselves! What can you do with an iron box?

"And even if this thing can tell a story, what good is it?" How can we help us get Mora in the Hall of Life? More

than a few old men were puzzled, even Hu Tao was puzzled.

"This thing will not only help us earn Mora, but it may also replace the entire industry of storytellers and operas!" Li Yan said with a rather mysterious smile.

"I don't believe it!"

An old man shook his head and said to Li Yan: "Although Li Keqing, you are indeed talented, but I don't believe that a wooden box replaces the storyteller industry and the opera artist industry!"

"It is, it is. This thing is just a wooden box no matter how you look at it. Looking

at the somewhat disbelieving looks and eyes of several people in front of him, including Hu Tao, Li Yan smiled and said confidently.

"It's useless to say more, I explain it ten thousand times, it's not as good as you experience it yourself."

"Experience? How to experience it? An old man asked.

"Let's just find a stool and make it." Li Yan gestured.

"Good! I'd rather see how this wooden box replaces an industry!

After hearing this, several old men each took a chair and sat down, quietly watching what Li Yan was going to do.

"Hall Master, take a stool and sit down." Li Yan said to Hu Tao.

Walnut nodded, took the stool and sat down.

"Whatever happens next, please don't panic and remember, it's all false."

After Li Yan finished speaking, he didn't care if they understood the meaning or not, and then walked aside and blew out the candles in the council hall.

The moment the candle was extinguished, the room that had just been lit instantly became pitch black, and five fingers could not be seen.

"This, what is this for?" An old man couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Yes! It's just storytelling, why do you have to turn off the lights!

When everyone was puzzled, Li Yan quietly turned on the projector.

In an instant, a beam of light was cast in the originally dark room, and the light shone on one of the walls of the council hall, forming a square pattern.

At the moment when the square group was formed, the simple and deep voice of an old man quietly sounded, as if telling the ancient epic of thousands of years ago.

"It is said that during the Demon God War, Liyue was the place where the Demon God fought, and the Rock King Emperor who blessed mankind could not bear the suffering, cleansed the demons in all directions, and established the country of Liyue with the immortals to protect mankind."

"Where did the voice come from!?"