Dingxiang Building

As soon as Ma Jin said the word "not saying" and there was a silence around him.

The guests all frowned, and their faces showed unpleasant expressions. Mr. Zhao was so angry that he was about to have anger on the spot.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ma Jin quickly smoothed out the situation for himself and said to the guests with a smile on his face.

"Of course, it's not completely unspeakable."

Um?

What does this mean?

Everyone expressed their confusion.

Ma Jin smiled kindly and explained calmly: "For some reasons, I planned to stop telling stories in Dingxianglou, but I feel sorry for all the uncles and brothers who have always supported me.

So after thinking about it, I took a compromise between the dilemma. From now on, every month will be on the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fiveth day of the month. In these three days, I will write in Dingxianglou, which is specifically used to repay our regular customers in Dingxianglou. Moreover, the tickets for listening to books will not be charged in the future. I hope you will come and support us."

This is the solution that Ma Jin took out in a hurry. He made some concessions to these old customers and took out three days a month to talk about books. This not only comforts the old customers, but also only talks about books for a few days a month without attracting others' attention. He can also live up to Taiwan.

In desperation, Ma Jin could only think of this method. If there are any shortcomings and omissions, they will be changed in the future. The most important thing now is to comfort the guests.

As soon as Ma Jin said this, the guests, who were originally full of unpleasant expression, immediately relieved a lot.

Now they can see that this is Ma Jin's concession. Now Ma Jin's identity is not as good as before, so they can't force them too much, so they can only agree to the solution proposed by Ma Jin.

But they were still very dissatisfied with Ma Jin's three-day storytelling time, and there was too little time.

Among the guests, Mr. Zhao looked at the guests next to him, quickly exchanged ideas in his eyes, and raised objections to Ma Jin.

"Three days are too few, at least twenty days a month."

Ma Jin was prepared to object to the guests, but unexpectedly they spoke loudly.

Twenty days.

Why don't you just add ten days to make up for a month?

Ma Jin rolled his eyes angrily: "Twenty days are too long. In this way, I will give Grandpa Zhao a face and add another one, four days a month!"

"No, no. Four days are too few. Let's take two more days off, eighteen days a month."

When Manager Du saw that Mr. Zhao was blocked by Ma Jin, he came out to help.

"No, it's already a lot for four days a month, so you can't add it."

Manager Du did not have a disciple of General Pingnan, and Ma Jin had no long-standing friendship with him, so of course he ignored his request.

"Zisheng, your father and I are brothers. I have watched you grow up since I was a child. You won't give your uncle a face, so you will be fifteen days a month."

Seeing that Store Manager Du returned in vain, Zhang Guest Qian personally took action to play Ma Jin and played the emotional card.

As soon as Manager Qian took action, Ma Jin really had to give face. Not to mention the friendship between him and his cheap father, he could only pay the money and effort to help him when he was arrested.

"Since Uncle Qian has spoken, I have to give you this face. In this way, I will add two more days, six days a month." Ma Jin pretended to grit his teeth and made a great determination and said.

Seeing that this trick was effective, Manager Qian had just returned it, Manager Hao made up for it.

"My nephew..."

Ma Jin: "..."

...

After a lot of verbal battles and going back and forth, the two sides finally reached an agreement and finally set the time to the ten-day period.

This is Ma Jin's bottom line. He bit him tightly for ten days and did not let go. The guest had no choice but to do anything to him and reluctantly agreed to this plan.

In this way, the two sides agreed that Ma Jin would speak the book every three days in Dingxianglou and ten times a month.

The storytelling matter was finally resolved, and Ma Jin was relieved. Although the process was a bit unsatisfactory, the ending was quite satisfactory.

Although a month and ten days are not short, it is not as eye-catching as the storytelling every day before.

Ma Jin has already made plans. He cannot give up the craft of storytelling, not only for the guests who like to listen to books, but also for himself, he also likes this art very much. Since he brought storytelling to the great cause, he has the responsibility and obligation to carry it forward.

What's more, Ma Jin found that the storytelling "money" is quite good, and the Ma Dadong family, who has always loved money, will not guard the treasure mountain without taking it.

He thought that he would talk about books first and train a few storytellers in private. When these storytellers became masters, he would let them go out to write. Even if something happened, he would still have room for maneuver.

Ma Jin comforted the guests who were still resentful in his heart with kind words, and quickly notified the kitchen to let them serve the dishes quickly.

The exquisite pastries and delicious porridge were placed in front of me, greatly alleviating the anger in the guests.

After getting the guests settled, Ma Jin exchanged greetings with customers like Qian, Hao, and Zhao, who were close to each other for a while, said a few auspicious words, and worshiped each other in their old age.

The two were filled with laughter and joy, changing the tense atmosphere of the tension during the negotiations just now.

After chatting for a while, Ma Jin agreed to start a storytelling at the 8th day of the lunar month, then said goodbye to the guests and returned to the backyard to take a rest.

………

Ma Jin slept until the evening as soon as he slept.

At Shenchu ​​(5:00 pm), Ma Jin was woken up by the roar of hunger in his stomach. He got up and put on his clothes, washed it briefly, and walked to the lobby in front.

Ma Jin greeted the guests who were dining in the lobby and called Quanfu.

He asked Quanfu to go to the kitchen to serve him some food. After a while, Quanfu brought him two dishes, one soup plus three steamed buns, a plate of braised pork, a plate of vegetarian stew, and a bowl of broth.

“Huh?”

Ma Jin took a spoon and stirred it in the soup bowl. He found that the meat in the soup was full of internal organs. He turned to Quanfu and asked, "What kind of soup is this."

When Quan Fu saw Ma Jin ask a question, he smiled slightly and replied, "This is the donkey soup made by Master Yang in the kitchen. Brother Bao said it was very delicious after tasting it. This was also what he asked me to bring it to you for taste."

Ma Jin nodded, picked up the spoon and drank a few sips of the soup. He raised his eyebrows and scooped out the meat from the soup to taste it. He praised: "It's not bad, it's delicious. I turned around and told Uncle Zhou to give Master Yang a silver as a reward. Tell the back kitchen that anyone can develop a new dish that will satisfy customers in the future. This boss will have a reward."

"Yes, boss, I understand." Quan Fu said.

Ma Jin was so hungry that he didn't talk nonsense. He picked up the steamed bun and started to feast on it.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through Ma Jin's rice, two people walked into Dingxianglou.

I saw Mei Fang, the "beautiful" class owner of Qinghe class opposite, and Zhu Yunfeng, the owner of Xiangyun Tower, come together. The two came to Dingxiang Tower. As soon as they entered the gate, they saw Ma Jin having a meal in the lobby and walked straight towards Ma Jin.

"Zisheng, something happened."

When Zhu Yunfeng saw Ma Jin, he didn't even say hello and said with a serious expression.

Seeing that Zhu Yunfeng and Mei Fang looked wrong, Ma Jin knew it was not a trivial matter. The lobby was full of talk and it was not a place for conversation. Ma Jin asked Quanfu to deliver the food to the backyard in a while and took the two of them directly to his study.

...

study

Ma Jin closed the door and said to the two: "What happened? You look so ugly."

"The script of the Legend of White Snake was stolen." Mei Fangfeng frowned and said in an obscure tone.

"What? The script was stolen, who stolen it?" Ma Jin was shocked by the news.

"It's my fault. I was too careless. I didn't expect that Qingheban would actually have a traitor." Mei Fang had a pretty face covered with clouds.
Chapter completed!