There's a good advertising slogan – stir your nerves and stir your buds. If you don't do it to this point, how can you attract addiction?

Wang Chuan used all the tricks he could think of, and used all the means he could to try to bring the people into the pit he had dug, so that these people would stay in the pit and not want to come out, and he would also pull others into the pit. Only in this way can we grab business with Yicuilou as much as possible.

Of course, this alone is not enough. This may bring great popularity to Yicui New Building, but once Yicui Building in Flower Street opens the old business again, those loyal old customers may still stick to Yicui Building and ignore it - such as Liang Zhutou.

Speaking of which, I don't know if Liang Zhutou has arrived today. I stayed in this compartment and didn't see him. I heard that now the sisters of Yicuilou in Huajie have been released, and I don't know if Liang Zhutou later lifted the ban and came out of the house, did he go to have a private meeting with Sister Bottle. If he were here at this time, would he not be attracted by the opera here, forgetting that he would plant grass on his head anytime and anywhere.

Sister Han came on the field and called out Miss Fang Yun and "Sister Yang", which caused a burst of cheers from the young people downstairs. There are already flower street junjie who can't bear it and reads poems. Miss Fang Yun and Sister Yang simply thanked the scribe for his poem and entered the next topic. Both of them followed the instructions of Wang Chuanyue and Sister Han, and they did not break away from the characters in the opera. This really attracted the attention and liking of everyone in the field. Wang Chuan watched from the upstairs compartment and nodded silently.

"I didn't think that such a men's beauty would have a different style. If she and Sister Yang are the same person, what would it be like...... Hiss...... Suck ......"

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard again in the nearby compartment.

Wang Chuan almost squirted out a sip of tea that had just drunk it in his mouth. Later, I'll have to ask who the salty and wet guy in the next compartment is, and he is so good at playing.

"Real people, decent! Decent! ”

There were other people in the compartment, and when the previous person swallowed saliva, he hurriedly reminded the person to stop talking.

Reality?!

Is there any real person in the capital who can sit at the table with Mr. Yang and other bigwigs?

Wang Chuan frowned and thought about it carefully. In the Taoist temple in Beijing, there is only one Baiyun Temple. In the Baiyun Temple, only the master of Cheng Guan is qualified. But that Chengguan Lord is old, and his bones are almost brittle, although Daomen Daogong can open up valleys and prolong life, but I have never heard of being able to keep the golden gun from falling!

In addition to the Baiyun Temple, there seems to be a Taoist temple south of the capital.

Wang Chuan suddenly remembered. That Taoist temple does not cooperate much with the six gates, and Wang Chuan usually ignores it, but it has a good reputation, especially in terms of seeking pregnancy and children, it seems to be very respected. Whoever has a woman who is infertile, she goes to that Taoist temple, and I heard that the effect is often very good. The Taoist Guan Guan is much younger than Cheng Guan Zhu, and he is called Puxiang Zhenren. His Taoist temple is also highly respected by dignitaries and nobles, and the reputation of this temple master in the capital is not low, so it is possible to ask him to come. The one in the next compartment can't be the real person of Puxiang, right?

But I didn't see the name of Puxiang Zhenren on the guest list that Mr. Yang arrested yesterday. Could it be that he was invited by other guests at short notice?

What is the Taoist temple called? Wang Chuan couldn't think of it for a while.

The sisters in the kiln are used to observing words and emotions to mobilize emotions, and after such a long time of careful training and rehearsal, they are very handy in the role of the script, and in this kind of scene, they are more and more like fish in water. The atmosphere in the field was gradually mobilized, and the young heroes competed to compose poems and lyrics, with various points in the drama as the theme, or talking about people, or talking about things, and even reasoning, competing to show their romantic talents.

Characters who have appeared in the drama take this opportunity to appear one after another. Most of the sisters who were selected as actors were handsome, and they were blessed with the image of playing characters, which became more and more likable. The sisters on the stage used to be with the characters who roared when they saw the injustice and made a move, where have they ever seen such a romantic appearance? For a while, some people couldn't hold it, and even forgot the character attributes, and even threw winks at the audience.

"It's a play! It's a play! This isn't soliciting! ”

Wang Chuan had no choice but to call someone at the door, and asked someone to notify Sister Han and quickly drag these embarrassed actors down.

Sister Han quickly went on stage, cooperated with Miss Fang Yun and Sister Yang, and found a sister who hooked people on the stage from the beginning. Wang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Miss Yun and Sister Yang on the stage have superb acting skills and have not forgotten their duties. Otherwise, these two characters will be in a goof, and this scene will really fall short. Education is really a long-term solution, and the short-term training is not effective, and we need to continue to work hard in the future!

The sisters who acted as actors continued to perform, the atmosphere under the stage was completely mobilized, the enthusiasm of the young heroes to read poems became higher and higher, and the elders and bigwigs upstairs also came to be interested.

- Except for Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang was not good at this, and at this point, everyone else was talking with great interest, but he was silent. Wang Chuan sighed secretly in his heart, hoping that Mr. Yang and Liang Zhutou would accompany him, and his psychology would be more balanced, otherwise Mr. Zong would have the strength to save face, and he would be terrible if he didn't care about pulling out his big mouth.

After a while, Mr. Yang never made a sound. Wang Chuan was a little relieved, it seemed that Mr. Yang was still able to stabilize after all, knew the overall situation, and did not expose him.

Like Mr. Yang, Wang Chuan is not very proficient in poetry, at most he can read and comprehend a few sentences according to the middle school Chinese routine, but now he listens and watches, but he has no ability at all. Compared with his sister who has been trained by Lu Xuan, he is far behind.

Seeing that things were gradually going well, and he didn't need to worry about paying attention to himself, Wang Chuan thought about the next matters. Next, it's time to give the flower street Yicui upstairs eye medicine. Otherwise, it's lively here, and the loyal customers over there don't see it when their eyes are closed, and others blow it out, and they don't listen to Wang Ba's chanting, so they don't have to play. We must use some means to drive out the customers of Yicui Building, so that they have no good place to go, and then they will naturally pay attention to Yicui Building in Liuxiang.

"Xianggong, what do you want?"

Chen Lian listened to the poems downstairs with relish, but her main attention was still focused on Wang Chuan. Seeing Wang Chuan pinching his chin thoughtfully, the little girl couldn't help asking.

"Think of good things."

Wang Chuan said casually. He already had some thoughts in his head, but now he thought about it, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't realize anything.

When the little girl Chen Lian saw Wang Chuan's smile, she seemed to have misunderstood, her little face turned red, and she stammered: "Xiang, Xiang, Xiang, Xianggong are all blind to it!" ”

Wang Chuan: "......"