"Most importantly, I think you can tell the story every few days......"

Qing Jin listened to his cousin's words, and he also felt very reasonable. So I agreed with my cousin's meaning.

The next day, Liu Yang invited all the people from all over Kyoto to the Story Pavilion.

Explain to them what is the purpose of inviting them to come? How much salary they give them every month, how many games they play every day, and give them a clear calculation.

None of these people are stupid. According to their usual income from storytelling, it is not as good as the treatment given to them by the Story Pavilion. After much thought, they agreed.

With this group of people on board, Qing Jin made a very detailed workflow. Attracted nearly a dozen storytellers.

Everyone is half an hour a day, and occasionally, Qing Jin herself goes up to talk for an hour, which is almost just right.

After this assignment, she was also much more relaxed.

All of a sudden, all the uncles from all over Kyoto gathered at the Story Pavilion.

In more than ten days, the Story Pavilion has become popular, and the whole capital knows such a place, and there is a person in it who is very interesting to tell the story.

It's full almost every day.

The constant flow of customers every day, coupled with the things sold, is enough to support the welfare of everyone in the entire Story Pavilion.

For Liu Yang, she was so happy, at least she had something to do now. Thinking about the beginning,

She was still doubting Qing Jin's ability, but she never thought that in just a few months, she had already been convinced of her.

However, the rise of the Story Pavilion also attracted the attention of the dignitaries, who occasionally came over to charter a scene and listen to their stories.

However, if you want to hear the story of the white-faced scholar, you need to look at the timetable.

Qing Jin was not stingy, and talked about it every two days, and the time of each session was probably maintained within an hour.

The story pavilion is on fire, Qing Jin's fake identity is on fire, and those celebrities and daughters in Kyoto come to listen to the book, in order to see if this white-faced scholar is real.

On this day, after Qing Jin had just finished talking about the Dream of Red Mansions, she hadn't taken a break when a little maid walked in outside.

The little girl walked up to her with a food box in her hand, and she was very respectful.

"Childe, this is a special reward from my young lady. Please take it! The little maid looked at Qing Jin's gaze, and there was light in her eyes.

Qing Jin never thought that someone would send something to her. Instead of refusing, she took it.

"Say hello to your young lady on my behalf, thank you for her gift."

After the little maid got Qing Jin's response, she nodded with a smile, and then turned around happily and left.

However, this little maid had only been gone for a short time, and another little maid came in with an object.

When she saw Qing Jin, she came to her in three steps and two steps, and fell the thing in her hand.

"Childe, my young lady said that all the things in this are for you, and I want to treat you to a meal if you can."

Qing Jin: "......" looked at the big food box in front of her, and then looked at the little girl in front of her who had the same gaze as the maid just now, and was speechless.