42, tabloid
In the account room, Cheng Xiaohao and Chen Qizhen are helping the account room sort out the account books of the past few days, although the two of them have been prepared for the two days, they still can't help but smack their tongues.
There are just too many flowers.
The money spent is almost enough to buy another house like this.
Cheng Xiaohao: "But the reputation can be regarded as a hit, these days there is an endless stream of people who come to watch the play, and there is an endless stream of people who come to eat, and this money is not unjustly spent." β
Although Chen Qizhen had a painful expression on her face, she also nodded: "The words are good, but the money spent can't be repaid every year or two." I only hope that the theater can hold up a world and not live up to our expectations. β
Cheng Xiaohao put down the account book, touched his chin, and asked, "Have the two Jinxiu sisters overcome their shyness?" The finale also pointed to them on stage. β
Originally, according to the plan, I planned to start a big drama on the first day to start the reputation of the two. Fortunately, Cheng Xiaohao suddenly remembered that novices generally have the risk of stage fright, so he organized a small audition, allowing the two who claimed to be ready to act on stage, but as he expected, after the two sisters really went on stage, they couldn't remember the lines, and their movements were stiff, and after stumbling to perform the whole scene, the two completely lost confidence.
Thanks to Chen Qizhen's wide connections, he summoned a group of skilled singers overnight, but in just one or two hours, he memorized the script prepared by Cheng Xiaohao, and performed it in a god-like form.
Although the drama is not clichΓ©d, the script prepared by Cheng Xiaohao is a fusion of 5,000 years of bloody routines in China, and it is a divine script that transcends this era and shocks the audience.
A hundred people who watch the drama don't say that they like it one by one, but even if they don't like it, or can't understand it, they will definitely be rooted in the depths of their hearts and will not be forgotten for a long time.
This is also the reason why the theater upstairs can be full of seats these days.
However, the play that is being performed now, although it is interesting and magical for these people who have never been exposed to dog blood in ancient times. But it's not a big drama carefully prepared by Cheng Xiaohao, and the big drama he prepared will not be performed for these hired people.
It's just that the two Jinxiu sisters are still young after all, they are not sensible, and their psychology is not strong enough, so it will take a while to keep them from stage fright.
Chen Qizhen shook his head and said: "Although I have invited the master to teach in the past two days, I still have to take my time if I want those two children to play, and I can't be in a hurry." β
At this point, the door was vigorously pushed open.
"Oh no, something is wrong!"
The person who came in was an iron head, and he looked flustered and anxious.
Cheng Xiaohao: "What's wrong?" β
Tietou escaped from a stack of papers from his arms, and said anxiously: "It's all bad things about us, and now everyone says that our theater is shameless, and those dirty and shameful things are put on the table, ruining the simple folk customs." β
Cheng Xiaohao took the stack of papers curiously, only to see that it was full of pictures and texts, like black and white newspapers, and he asked, "What is this?" β
Iron Head: "It's a tabloid." β
Cheng Xiaohao looked at the things in his hand and said in surprise: "Is this a newspaper!" β
Could it be that there are already newspapers in this dynasty!
"Newspapers?" It was the turn of the iron head to be confused.
Chen Qizhen, who was sitting opposite Cheng Xiaohao and was settling accounts, said with a smile: "Newspaper is the name of your hometown, it should be the same as tabloid, in fact, this tabloid is also called news in the market." β
"News!" Cheng Xiaohao opened his mouth wide.
Is there such a modern word as journalism that has existed so early?
Speaking of news, his mind instantly appeared the morning news, noon news, evening news, and daily news broadcasts of various TV stations.
Tietou laughed and said, "Hahaha, it turns out that there are still things that Brother Cheng doesn't know." β
Chen Qizhen: "I think Brother Cheng should be surprised now, not ignorant. β
The iron head pointed at Cheng Xiaohao's stunned appearance, and said with a smile: "Look at him like that, isn't he stupid?" β
Chen Qizhen couldn't help laughing: "It's indeed a little silly. β
Cheng Xiaohao came back to his senses, and still asked in disbelief: "Are you sure that the word news is there now?" I wonder if you're from me. β
Iron Head: "Of course, we're not that boring, lie to you." β
Chen Qizhen: "I think there should be the word news in Brother Cheng's hometown, but it's different from the word news on our side, right?" β
Cheng Xiaohao nodded and shook his head, and said: "It can be said that it is the same, but there are some differences, according to the literal meaning of the news, is it novel and novel to see and hear?" β
Chen Qizhen nodded: "There is still time to be new, that is, the recent new happenings." β
Cheng Xiaohao: "Understood. β
Although the carriers are different, the essence is the same, I can't imagine that there were newspapers and news in the Song Dynasty, which really underestimates the wisdom of the ancients.
"Oops! You two are so smart that you can't grasp the point of what I'm trying to say, how can you talk and talk about strange things. The iron head slapped the table anxiously, making a "bang" sound.
Chen Qizhen also picked up two from the stack of tabloids and looked at them, looking at them, her brows couldn't help frowning, the more she looked at her, the more unhappy she became, and when she finished reading all the stacks of tabloids on her hand and on the table, she was already furious.
"How can it be?" She slammed a stack of tabloids on the table and said angrily: "This must be other restaurants in the city that saw that our business was doing well, so they bought these pen sticks and wrote such articles and news condemning the attack to slander our reputation." β
The iron head next to him was also angry, and he shouted: "Wait until I call Brother Qi to smash their field!" β
As he spoke, he turned around angrily and was about to go out.
Chen Qizhen hurriedly stopped it: "It's not necessary, if you make trouble, it will only be us who suffer." β
Iron Head: "What then?" Those talents are shameless, don't they also learn from us to set up a stage and invite people to sing? There are also some shameless people who directly copy our dramas, which makes me angry. β
Chen Qizhen: "This is also something that can't be helped, but fortunately, the singers in this city are all here with us, and they have all signed the papers, and they can't leave for a year and a half, and people are still more willing to come to us to watch better and more exciting plays." And unlike them, who always play some of our old plays, we will launch new plays from time to time in the future, and they can't compare at all. β
When Tie Tou heard this, the anger on his face gradually subsided, and he became happy: "Hahaha, it's true, we have capable people like Brother Cheng, they don't, how can they compare to us." β
Chen Qizhen turned her head to look at Cheng Xiaohao, who was pondering, and said worriedly: "If the crowd is excited, hindering the people's feelings, the yamen may do something to make our theater suffer, so you can see ......"
Cheng Xiaohao: "Do you think the attack news in this tabloid was instigated by our peers?" β
Chen Qizhen: "Isn't it? β
Cheng Xiaohao smiled.