In the next few days, Duan Lanquan still left early and returned late every day, and even Cheng Xiaolou didn't know where he went or what he did.

The black material about Taihechun and Wu Mantun is like snowflakes, flying in the Mianshan pear orchard every day, and fresh black material is exposed every day.

Wu Mantun has worked hard to run the theater for decades, and it can almost be described as a crowd these days, and the daily attendance rate cannot even be maintained.

When there were two days left before the scheduled period of the opera, Zhang Zhihuo, who was already half-hidden and half-retired, suddenly stood up and spoke out publicly, saying that he would take his apprentices to the scene to observe and learn on the day of the opera.

Although Zhang Zhihuo has not sung on stage for more than ten years, his reputation is still very loud in the Mianshan pear orchard world, especially among the older generation, what he says carries a lot of weight.

Zhang Zhihuo publicly said that he would come to the scene to witness the drama not long ago, and several senior Liyuan seniors and upstarts who have risen in recent years also said that they would go to the scene to watch the play.

As a result, the drama has attracted more and more attention, and it has faintly shaken the entire Mianshan pear orchard world.

On the sixth day, Wu Mantun simply asked people to temporarily close Rongchun Hall, not to mention the outrageous low attendance rate, even if the theater was full, he probably didn't have the heart to start singing at this time.

In the backyard of Rongchun Hall, everyone from the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe gathered here, and everyone had a sad face?

"Master, the matter of rolling the opera is now well known, Xiao Yingchun, the third sister Qiao, Jun Haitang, Zhang Zhihuo, these stomped feet and the entire Mianshan pear orchard world is trembling, they are all likely to come to watch the play, what should I do!"

The senior brother An Tiankui, who is responsible for the heavy task of going on stage tomorrow, couldn't help but ask first.

These days, Wu Mantun can be said to have been splashed with all over his face, and he can stink for three miles in the wind.

The challenge letter was also given to Wu Mantun and Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, and from a certain point of view, it didn't have much to do with him An Tiankui.

In the past few days, he has begun to retreat in his heart.

He was not yet twenty-five years old, and the days ahead were still very long, and he never thought of tying himself to the ship of Wu Mantun and sinking into the abyss together.

"Look at your little bit of talent! The third sister is a few horns in Mianshan City, and they may not be invited to come to the eight sedan chairs on weekdays, if they really come to our Rongchun Hall to watch the play, I am too late to be happy. ”

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Xiao Jiu'er and that crippled man. ”

Wu Mantun cocked his orchid fingers, pinched the white jade ivory pipe, took a puff, glared at An Tiankui angrily, and sat on the top with a big sword and sneered.

"But, what if you lose the show?"

On weekdays, as long as Wu Mantun has a look, An Tiankui, who doesn't dare to put a fart, is a little bolder at this juncture, and asked again in front of everyone.

Once the drama is lost, it will have no impact on those little minions in the drama troupe, and it is a big deal to change places and change teams to start all over again.

But as a person who sings on stage, he is likely to face the fate of getting out of the pear orchard.

The little fame that has been accumulated in the past two years will also come to naught.

People like him, who studied drama with his master as a child and never even went to junior high school, if he can't sing, I'm afraid he will have to move bricks.

Without culture and craftsmanship, what else can you do besides moving bricks?

"How can I teach you such an indisputable thing! Xiao Jiu'er wants a team without a team, and if you want to play without a play, even if you can do both kung fu, what if you can still be your opponent?"

"Tomorrow, you and Xiao Lanyu only need to play normally, and we will win!"

Wu Mantun made a gesture to smash the white jade ivory pipe in his hand, but he was a little reluctant to wave his hand halfway, raised his foot and took off the cloth shoes on his feet and threw them over, and with a snap, he imprinted a forty-two yard footprint on An Tiankui's face.

"And have you ever thought about it, after winning the play, the reputation of our theater troupe will inevitably rise several points, and then the team is still afraid that there will be no corners? Now the price of a theater ticket in our theater troupe is 50 to 150 yuan, and the average is about 80 yuan a theater, and after tomorrow, a theater ticket can be sold for at least 100 yuan, and the theater will be full!"

"You are all old people in the theater troupe, Ming'er, the three people who perform best in Penglai Xian, I will reward them with a 20% bonus in the future. ”

Wu Mantun's gaze swept over everyone's faces in turn, and finally focused on the faces of several veteran musicians, An Tiankui and Xiao Lanyu.

Many of the people present were stunned for a moment, and then their breathing became heavy.

That's a 20% bonus!

Although the Rongchuntang Theater under Wu Mantun's name is not large, it can only accommodate eight or nine hundred people at most, but it can't stand the gong and sing every day, and the average attendance rate is about two or three percent.

Even if it is calculated according to 50 yuan per ticket, the theater has at least 10,000 yuan of income per day, plus Penglai Xian is quite popular during this time, and the theater's monthly income is around 500,000.

In this way, it is about 6 million a year, and aside from all kinds of messy expenses, at least 4 million will fall into Wu Mantun's pocket.

If the price of movie tickets doubles in the future, the annual net profit of the theater is at least 10 million, and the 20% bonus is 2 million, 2 million for three people, and each person can get 700,000.

700,000 a year, at least in a place like Mianshan, it is also the treatment of Xiaojiaoer.

"Class master, will you really take out 20% of the bonus and give it to the three people who perform best tomorrow?"

Someone below couldn't suppress their excitement and confirmed loudly.

Of course, in addition to receiving a 20% bonus to reward the best performer, the rest of the troupe also has 2,000 yuan each. ”

Wu Mantun nodded with a smile, and then threw out a bombshell that made everyone excited.

"2,000 yuan per person?

"It's still the class master, and we will definitely perform well tomorrow. ”

"Haha, let's win tomorrow. ”

"If only I could get that 20% bonus. ”

……

Wu Mantun's few words made the demoralized crowd instantly feel like chicken blood, and even Xiao Lanyu, who was standing behind him, flashed a flash of expectation in his eyes.

"Tiankui, it's up to you tomorrow. ”

Waving his hand to beckon An Tiankui to him, he took out his car key worth more than 400,000 yuan from his pocket and handed it over, and said with a smile: "After Ming'er, you will be the famous corner of this Mianshan City, you can't go out without a car, you can take my car and drive it first, and the master will give you a new one after a while." ”

An Tiankui trembled and took the car keys handed over by Wu Mantun, as if he was in a dream.

"Master, don't worry, we will win this play tomorrow!"

An Tiankui squeezed the car keys tightly in his hand, and slapped his chest with a flushed face.

As for the consequences of losing the play, he had long forgotten about it at this time.