The storyteller was talking about how Captain Bi led Jiuqing and hundreds of thousands of soldiers to chase out of the city and confront the two armies of the Imperial Historian, when he suddenly saw a person holding a piece of paper in his hand, quickly running in from outside the museum, and shouted: "Military newspaper, military newspaper, military newspaper ahead." ”

When the storyteller heard this, his face turned straight and he said loudly: "Hurry up and present it!"

As soon as everyone heard the military newspaper in front of them, they couldn't help but stretch their necks to see what was written in the military newspaper. It's a pity that the distance is too far for anyone to see. Of course, Wen Aya also wanted to know what was going on with the military situation ahead, so she also stretched her neck to look, and she was so anxious that she couldn't wait to grab the military report and read it.

I only hated that the storyteller got the first-hand military report, but after reading it, he didn't say that he would come out, but looked at the listeners who stretched their necks upstairs and downstairs, and wanted to hear the military report like a star, smiled calmly, picked up a cup of tea in front of the table and drank it slowly. The upstairs and downstairs listeners watched it, and their eyes were all about to pop out. Some people were impatient to wait, and shouted out: "Sir, what is the military newspaper at the front? Please say it quickly, so that I can also know and know the fortune of the country." ”

"Yes, yes, sir, you hurry up. ”

Many followed.

The storyteller put down the teacup, stood up, picked up the fan on the table and knocked on the table, glanced at the listeners downstairs, and suddenly said, "If you want to know what will happen next, please come tomorrow to listen to the next breakdown." ”

"Damn, it's an appetite. ”

"Damn, what's going on?"

When many people heard this, they became angry to varying degrees, and some even scolded.

When Wen Aya heard this, she jumped up directly, and she was really angry and anxious. hurriedly pulled out the people in front of him and squeezed in with difficulty. It's a pity that she is small and weak, and she just squeezed a slit, and was pushed out by the person in front of her, with a sentence or two of scolding.

Wanqing and Youhu followed Wen Aya's side, of course, they couldn't keep up with her thinking. They were standing at the back with Wen Aya listening to the storyteller, but when they suddenly saw Wen Aya squeezing in, she didn't say hello beforehand. I saw that she squeezed in one or two floors with all her might, and was pushed out by the people on the inner floor.

Right Tiger saw it and hurriedly rushed forward to support the crumbling Wen Aya. Then, with a big push, he pushed the crowd in front of him to both sides, and he pushed him out of the way.

Wen Ayacai didn't care that the listeners fell down because of the push of the right tiger, and it was a mess, and it was a mess. She just quickly walked forward from the sidewalk pushed by the right tiger, walked in front of the storyteller, and saw that the storyteller was packing up her things, and couldn't help but say urgently: "Sir, slow down!"

The storyteller glanced at Wen Aya lightly, and said lightly: "Childe wants to hear the next decomposition, please come back tomorrow." ”

Wen Aya only felt angry and funny, so she took out a piece of gold from her body, put it on the storyteller's table heavily, and looked at the storyteller: "Sir, I don't have to wait until tomorrow to listen to your decomposition." I will now use a piece of gold in my hand to buy the military newspaper in your hand, and ask Mr. to sell it to me. ”

The storyteller's eyes flashed with light, but then it darkened again, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'm a storyteller, not a trader." ”

Wen Aya laughed: "Who are you telling the story to?"

The storyteller glanced at the people upstairs and downstairs and said, "Of course it's all the listeners here." ”

"That's it. Wen Aya responded, glanced at the listeners upstairs and downstairs, and smiled and said to the storyteller: "These people gather here every day to listen to your stories, and every sip of tea they drink here, every grain of rice they eat, and every tea they eat here can be turned into a piece of money and put it in your pocket."

Do you really think that we will not know that you and this Octagon Pavilion have reached an agreement a long time ago, that you are here to speak, and the audience is here to listen to your story. The money that the customers spend because of this, you and the store split the account. Isn't it?"

The storyteller smiled faintly and said, "This is a well-known thing, so you don't need to bother to explain it." ”

Wen Aya smiled: "I don't want to explain it for you, I just want to remind you." Left and right is just a deal, if your deal can get you double money, even if you are noble and noble, you disdain me to be such a bloom of gold. But I think that the owner of the Octagon Pavilion does not have your high esteem and disdain, not only does not do the business in hand, but instead pushes it out. After all, if you don't do this deal now, you won't have a chance to do it, because in a few hours, I believe that this front military report will not be the exclusive information of your Octagon Pavilion, will it?"

The storyteller was speechless by Wen Aya's words, and could only stare at her with wide eyes.

Wen Aya smiled slightly, if she didn't care too much about how the battle between Captain Bi and their battle went, why did she go to the trouble of running out of the house, thinking of getting first-hand information from here?

Hmph, how could she be such a good person to be fooled by him?

Just as she and the storyteller were staring at each other, a young man suddenly quietly approached Wen Aya's side and whispered to her, "This son, our pavilion master has an invite." ”

With that, the man turned and squeezed outside.

Wen Aya glanced at it and saw the man walking unhurriedly towards the second floor. She thought about it and hurriedly followed.

The people upstairs and downstairs who watched the excitement saw Wen Aya leave suddenly, and they also knew that the owner of the Bafang Pavilion wanted to meet Wen Aya alone and sell her the first-hand military newspaper information. These people all felt regret when they saw it, but no one was as eager to know what the military newspaper said like Wen Aya, and spent a lot of gold to buy it. Because as Wen Aya said, after about an hour or two, these military newspaper information will spread from other restaurants or other places to every corner of the capital, and there is really no need to spend unjust money for this.

Wen Aya took Youhu and Wanqing and followed the young man to the private room on the second floor, where there was a person waiting respectfully, and it seemed that he was the owner of the Bafang Pavilion.

When the owner saw Wen Aya and the others coming in, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said with a smile: "Childe, please come in, the contemptible person is the owner of the Bafang Pavilion, because he knows that Childe is a person who cares about national affairs, so he invites Childe to come here alone." ”

He said a word, and without waiting for Wen Aya to reply, he pointed to a secret letter on the table in the private room and said to Wen Aya: "The military report that Gongzi wants is here." Take a look at it, and if you need anything, please command. With that, he bowed and withdrew.

Wen Aya smiled and nodded calmly from beginning to end, until the hall owner left, she couldn't wait to rush over, grabbed the secret letter, gently tore off the seal, took out the secret letter and looked at it, and couldn't help but lose color.