Zhan Yan returned to Zhubi Pavilion in a daze, his eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Standing in the corridor, gently knocked on the parrot rack, the green parrot sighed: "Look at Zhu Chengbisi..."

"I haven't gone back to the house to wash my face," Huanyan walked over, just after washing, but her eyes were still slightly red.

Today's scene "Brother Lovers" earned so many tears from women.

Zhan Yan turned around and looked at his sister, with excitement in his voice: "Did you see him?"

"Why can't you see it? When he entered the venue, he personally greeted it in front of the door. No matter how weak his eyes were, he could see it." Huanyan's tone was a little teasing.

"I will no longer see him after the show." There was melancholy in the girl's words.

"Everyone was crying, and the butterfly flew around again, so I couldn't care about him." Huanyan patted her sister's shoulder, and only felt that Jin Zhonglun was the man who should have painted on the painting. Once such a fairy-like person came to the mortal world, he would follow the customs and slowly expose his shortcomings. For example, at his age, he was at the time of starting a business, but he was still mixed with the singers. Isn't it because of the loss of ambition? But my sister's eyes only saw the skin, and she couldn't wake up even if she could.

Zhan Yan looked at the summer courtyard scene, and once again remembered the thin blue figure today, sometimes in front of him, whether he frowned, smiled, or spoken, it was so exciting; sometimes in the sky, it made people feel that the smoke trees are far away and the light slanting sun is the autumn water and the long sky that I can’t even chase after.

Huanyan heard her sister sigh and couldn't help but think of the play she had just watched: "Although today's actors have clear pronunciation, there are still 30 to 40% of the operas that cannot be heard very clearly. Fortunately, with dialogue, it is not impossible to understand."

...

Xiaoxiao was also talking about opera lyrics at this moment: "It is difficult to hear the lyrics by just relying on the power of ears. It is better to print the lyrics into a booklet, and guests can also compare the lyrics when watching the opera."

Xiaoxiao talked about these things with Mr. Jin for the first time. Brother Zhonglun didn’t need to offer advice as an outsider.

Thinking about it, I was unable to help Brother Zhonglun in any aspect, but was supported by him all the way, and even praised himself as the heroine. I had no life as the protagonist. I fell off the building before I started the filming... I left and added a big □□ to his Jinshi Pictures.

Regarding the suggestions for the lyrics book, Kim Jong-lun was not surprised: "I have already started printing the lyrics book of "Liang Zhu" and intends to sell it in the bookstore like a storybook."

It is worthy of being Mr. Jin, so I started planning and publicity.

Jin Zhonglun shook the fan: "Your idea is not bad, so you can simply print the lyrics booklet into a ticket mode. When people buy tickets, they read the lyrics in advance, which can be more attractive to the guests."

It's really easy to chat with smart people.

The guests have all gone away. At this time, the Snow Tower of Guixue looks even wider. The West Flower Hall alone can easily place five or six tables. Xiaoxiao walked around the flower hall: "As a VIP theater, the Snow Tower can provide guests with a more comfortable environment. For example, before watching the play, guests can wait in the flower hall, and even after the play is dispersed, they can chat and drink tea in the flower hall. Therefore, this flower hall should be decorated more carefully."

Jin Zhonglun thought that the flower hall was very elegantly maintained and did not understand what this girl was referring to for a moment.

As a time traveler, Xiaoxiao smiled proudly in her heart: What else can it be? Movie poster.

"Has Brother Zhonglun been to the Xianglu shop of the Wen family?" Xiaoxiao swears that he has no intention of advertising. Cough cough, okay, it's a little bit, after all, he also has a stake in the Wen family...

"I often send you away." Jin Zhonglun thought that it should be a place where women gather.

Xiaoxiao saw his thoughts: "Many young men often go there, and their family has a sweet lotus for men." Take a sip of tea and get back to the topic: "The Wen family recently launched the latest sweet lotus, and set up a wide publicity poster of more than one person on all sides in front of the shop door, forming four screens, attracting many people to watch. It is said that the sales of sweet lotus have increased by two or three times."

"Propaganda poster?" Mr. Jin quickly found out the keywords.

Xiaoxiao nodded: "The theater can also be used as a poster. For example, this flower hall can be used to decorate the poster on the wall: for example, to draw portraits of Liang Zhu and others, draw various plots in the play, and the butterfly for finishing the finishing touch! Butterflies can be three-dimensional and do not have to be bound by plane."

"Three-dimensional?"

"For example, lifelike butterfly specimens! If you feel cruel, you can also use butterflies made of tung grass. There are often tung grass flowers on the street, which is very realistic."

Jin Zhonglun roughly understood what the butterfly specimen meant by the word "Cruelty". Looking at Xiaoxiao in front of him carefully, he was still impressed by this girl four years ago: she was very good at painting, loved to laugh, and had dimples when she smiled. Now she is old, and she has a faint demeanor in her words and conversations.

"The most important thing is that in front of the building of Kuaixue Building, it is best to hang a huge propaganda poster to draw the most attractive plot, and then write the word "Liang Zhu". Those who compile lyrics and write music must be on the list, plus the names of the artists who act and the names of the Jin Cinema."

"Kim's Theater?" Jin Zhonglun felt funny for a moment, and Xiaoxiao gave his name to his business.

"Yes, Kuaixue Tower is just one of the Jin Cinema Theater." Xiaoxiao's words completely aroused Mr. Jin's attention.

Mr. Jin straightened his body and listened carefully.

When asked about the ticket price just now, Xiaoxiao quickly converted it. Three taels of silver, that would be 900 yuan. It is very expensive in modern times, but modern movies are released every day and are all circulating, which is almost twenty-four hours. Xiaoxiao asked: "Does Brother Zhonglun want to do a popular business or a niche?"

Although the vocabulary is fresh, Kim Jong-lun still understood as soon as he heard it: "Of course I want more people to see it."

"If the Snow Tower is defined as a VIP Tower and all the guests are invited are rich, then Brother Zhonglun will have to find a way to set up a few more civilian theaters in Kyoto." Xiaoxiao seriously thought about this. The reason why he paid so much attention to this matter is that he is to make friends with Brother Zhonglun and be willing to help offer advice; secondly, he wants the public to see such a good show; thirdly, it is self-interest, and people must have their own plans.

Jin Zhonglun looked a little solemn: "I didn't think about what Xiaoxiao said, but the number of singers is limited, even if you can't sing the opera in Xunluo, how can you take care of other studios?"

"So, Brother Zhonglun needs to develop artists, and every character in the play must set up an ab role." Seeing that Mr. Jin was confused, Xiaoxiao hurriedly explained further: "Take "Liang Zhu" as an example, Zhu Yingtai's role requires many artists to prepare. First of all, if the protagonist is sick, there will always be someone to take over; secondly, consider the needs of other studios."

Jin Zhonglun pondered: "You have considered the first point you said, as for the second point..." He frowned and thought for a while, "Many Zhu Yingtai? Many Liang Shanbo? Many Ma Wencai?"

Xiaoxiao nodded: "Of course, there are the ones who sing the best here. These are the best ones. As you thought before, you can sing in a VIP theater like Kuaixuelou. The ticket price is expensive and the income is high. Although other artists are not as good as these people, their singing skills and lines must also pass. These people will be scattered to other theaters in Kyoto to collect ticket prices for ordinary people. In this way, will not everyone in Beijing see it?"

Besides, the Yuanlong Dynasty was prosperous and the people were safe and prosperous, and Kyoto was even more prosperous. As long as the sky-high tickets were not charged, the people could still appreciate a show. What the film and television industry needs most is the audience. If you want to prove that your show is popular, you can speak at the box office!

"I'm afraid it's difficult to support too many artists in a short period of time..." Mr. Jin fell into trouble for a moment.

Xiaoxiao didn't think of these. You know, modern actors have learned them. There were no performance schools, film and television training classes in ancient times, and there were not even Beijing drifts.

Jin Zhonglun called Changsui: "Where are those kids in the past in the Jiaofangsi team still there? Let Jin Yi talk to them. Now that the ban has been lifted, they don't have to sing secretly. After losing so many years, I'm afraid I won't have the money to set up my own business. It's better to follow the Jin Family Theater to arrange new dramas, enter a new studio, and have meat to eat."

Chang Sui said: "It is said that these people have been singing privately and never stopped accepting disciples."

"This is better." Jin Zhonglun leaned back on the chair, "The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix."

Xiaoxiao has witnessed Jin's speed for the first time.

Jin Zhonglun: "There are other song halls and music workshops. I chose some good voices to buy them, and took Mr. Xu to check them. The artists who bought them all divided the roles one by one. Mr. Weng, who compiled the lyrics, also participated and divided the files according to their level." Just as Xiaoxiao sighed in his heart, Mr. Jin also ordered: "Let Jin Yun check out the spots in the whole Beijing, choose a suitable location to open a theater, and set up a large theater in each of the four districts east, west, south, north and north, and the guixue Tower is located in the south. The other three theaters can only be more pompous or unique than the guixue Tower."

Changsui is a smart person, nodded and wrote down one by one.

Xiaoxiao lowered her head and ate Bingxue Yuanzi, and felt that her mind was almost unable to keep up.

Mr. Jin finally finished his mission and took a sip of tea: "I remember that when Xiaoxiao was a child, he clamored to drink the imperial concubine ring every time he drank tea."

Mr. Jin, you turned around so quickly...

The imperial concubine ring is daughter ring tea. The tea core tea buds of Fujian white tea specially selected are specially made into small cylindrical shapes, forming delicate and unique small tea rings. They are very beautiful and have a faint jasmine fragrance. When Xiaoxiao was young, she really liked this kind of tea. First, the taste is fragrant, second, the taste is ornamental, and third, the name is nice. Daughter ring, the little daughter's house naturally likes it.

"It's rare that Brother Zhonglun still remembers it." Xiaoxiao also drank a sip of his daughter's ring, and he felt more confident that General Jin from the Yuanlong Dynasty would definitely succeed, especially with the advantage of no competition in the early stage, it was no problem to win the theater market in Beijing in one fell swoop.

"Xiaoxiao is so smart, so naturally she sees other advantages in the theater business. You might as well tell me that I will support you." President Jin accidentally leaked his domineering sideways.

Xiaoxiao looked at Mr. Jin, feeling that he had been seen through by the other party, so he no longer hid: "I'm really planning, but I heard that the Jin Cinema is going to grow so strong, I don't know if I can eat the corner of this golden silk cake."
Chapter completed!