Song Zhi was dragged to Zhao's family by Lao Tao in such a confused way.
As soon as he entered, the people in Zhao's class greeted him one by one when they saw him.
"Mr. Song is here!"
"Mr. Song sit down more."
"You should come more in the future, Mr. Song."
... If Song Zhi was dressed as a feather duster, covered in paint, and passed in front of them, the group of people would not even look at him, and they would even talk about him in private, and they would say anything. , most of them ridicule Song Zhiqinggao, saying that he does not want to talk to
Going with the public to write vulgar books, and still nesting in your own dilapidated house is nothing.
But after all, the present is not what it used to be. Song Zhi is a celebrity now. Since the book he wrote became popular, the eyes of the people in Zhao’s family have also changed. Write another hot book, so that everyone can make money.
Therefore, Song Zhi became their cash cow!
However, Lao Tao was more attentive and never mentioned who wrote the play, but whenever someone came to inquire quietly, he also said vaguely that it would be right to keep his mouth shut anyway.
But in the end "paper can't wrap fire"!
"Ghost Girl Burial the Husband" is a mess, and the major troupes will find out who wrote it sooner or later. At that time, Song Zhi will also become a hot commodity.
Tao class master was worried that his precious gold master would be taken away, no, he hurriedly dragged Song Zhi to his Zhao family class.
Song Zhi was pulled over, thinking that Class Master Tao was going to talk to him about money!
But no matter how much money he gave, he hoped that he could buy a few clothes and repair the roof. After all, everything is difficult at the beginning, and this time the playbook became popular, so naturally he was not afraid that no one would find him to write it in the future.
He just came in and sat down.
Lao Tao hurriedly ordered, "Go and soak the Tieguanyin gift from Boss Chen last year."
The respondent responded: "Yes."
"Also, the delicious food is also brought up. Take Mr. Song's favorite pastry."
"Yes."
I hurried down to prepare tea and snacks.
Song Zhi didn't even have time to stop him, he said, "Master Tao, you don't have to be so polite, let's get down to business. After that, I have to find my two empty baskets. I guess someone has already returned them. It has to be taken away."
To this day, he still feels distressed about the basket of cabbage he put in!
Disappointing and funny.
Lao Tao said, "Mr. Song, you're welcome. From now on, you will treat this place as your own home. We are all one family."
"Master Tao! You and I have worked together for so many years. If you have something to say, just tell me directly. If it's not about money, then I'll come back another day. The basket can't be delayed any longer."
"Let's talk about it, just talk about the money!" Lao Tao really couldn't resist him, and he always revolved around the money. "This time the show is very popular, and I really made some money."
"That's good!"
So Lao Tao took five taels of silver from his waist and stuffed it into Song Zhi's hand.
Five two!
It is a huge sum of money for Song Zhi today.
Enough for him to buy some clothes!
Well, if I write another playbook before winter, I might be able to replace the worn-out furniture in the house.
He got up with the five taels of silver in his hand, and bowed his hands to the master Tao, and said, "Thank you, Master Tao, and I won't bother you any more."
Intention to leave.
The class leader Tao grabbed him and didn't let go, "Sit down again, the matter is not over yet."
"What else?"
"You sit!"
He pushed him down on the chair again.
At this time-
It happened that Zhao Jiaban, who was working on errands, brought in the tea and cakes.
Put it by Song Zhi's hand.
This is obviously different from the last treatment!
Last time it was dry sweet potatoes, this time not only Tieguanyin but also a lot of delicious cakes, one will have an appetite.
Song Zhi couldn't help swallowing.
He went to the vegetable garden early in the morning to pick cabbage and sold it at the market. It was almost afternoon, and he still hadn't eaten a bite.
This will stare at the pastry.
Master Tao said, "I'll talk to you while you eat."
"This… "
"Eat, eat."
Song Zhi was more respectful than obedient, picked up the cake and ate it. The troupe leader Tao said on the side: "The script of the "Ghost Mother Burying the Husband" has gone crazy in the major troupes now, and everyone says that the person who wrote the script is a genius! And you know, in fact, over the past few years There are also a lot of ghost dramas, but none of them can compare to "Ghost Mother Burying the Husband"! Song Xian
Sheng, you are on fire now, someone will soon come to you to continue writing the book, and the price must be very high, but... "
But what
Song Zhi is eating gently, how is his reputation? He didn't seem to care.
He only writes his own anyway!
Ask: "But what?"
The class leader Tao looked at him with a smile, and continued what he said just now: "But since you stopped writing poems and started transcribing the script, I, Lao Tao, have been helping you! Besides, you and I have cooperated for so many years, it is considered a old friend."
An old friend, forcibly brought the relationship between the two closer.
Song Zhi was still not used to it.
He stared at Lao Tao for a while, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Yes, Master Tao has indeed helped me a lot, and I will always remember this kindness."
"Just remember, so I think! We can continue to cooperate, you just write, and I will buy your script."
"You mean?"
Lao Tao took out a piece of paper from his clothes. It was a contract that had been drawn up a long time ago.
He spread it flat in front of Song Zhi and said, "Look at it."
Song Zhi put down the pastry he was eating, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then picked up the piece of paper and looked at it.
The general content is that Song Zhi and Zhao Jiaban should sign a five-year long-term contract, and from then on, write the script for Zhao Jiaban, and both parties will be paid in the form of dividends!
This seems to be a win-win contract for both parties, but to put it bluntly, it is a contract of selling oneself.
In the future, Song Zhi will stay in Zhao's family no matter what. As for whether to make or lose money, Lao Tao has the final say.
So, he was tangled!
Lao Tao saw his concerns, and said next to him: "Mr. Song, think about it, I'm here for your own good and to protect you. In case you can't write something like "Ghost Mother Burial Husband" in the future ” Don’t be afraid of such a good playbook, in short, if you write it, I, Zhao Jiaban, will definitely buy it.”
Think of it this way, too!
Song Zhi began to struggle again. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Otherwise, I'll take it home and take a look first, and I'll come to you when I think about it."
"Why go home and think? Why don't you just think about it here."
"Aren't you embarrassing me?"
"It's not embarrassing, it's not embarrassing, Mr. Song, you and I have known each other for so many years, I will not pit you." Tao's class leader is very sincere.
He stared at Song Zhi with a pair of eyes. "This..." Song Zhi stood up.