Just like that, Song Zhi was dragged to the Zhao class by Old Tao.
As soon as he entered, the people in the Zhao class greeted him one by one when they saw him.
"Mr. Song is here!"
"Mr. Song, please take a seat."
"Please come more often in the future, Mr. Song."
If it was before, even if Song Zhi dressed like a feather duster and covered in paint passed in front of them, that group of people might not even look at him. They would even talk about him in private. There were all kinds of sarcastic remarks, most of which were ridiculing Song Zhi for being too noble, saying that he didn't want to follow the crowd to write popular novels.
He said that he didn't want to follow the crowd to write popular novels and stay in his dilapidated house.
But things were different now. Now, Song Zhi was a popular person. Ever since his book became popular, the way the people of the Zhao Family looked at him changed. They couldn't wait to serve him, hoping that he could write another popular book. That way, they could also earn money.
Therefore, Song Zhi had become their money tree!
However, Old Tao was more careful. He didn't mention who wrote the novel to others. Whenever someone came to inquire, he would just say vaguely that he didn't want to talk about it.
But in the end, "paper can't wrap fire"!
"Ghost Lady Buries her Husband" was so popular that all the major troupes would find out who wrote it sooner or later. At that time, Song Zhi would become a hot commodity.
Class Leader Tao was worried that his precious sugar daddy would be snatched away, so he quickly pulled Song Zhi to his Zhao class.
Song Zhi was pulled over, thinking that Class Leader Tao wanted to talk to him about money!
But no matter how much money was given, he only hoped to buy a few sets of clothes and repair the roof. After all, everything was difficult at the beginning. Once the novel became popular, there was no need to worry that no one would ask him to write it in the future.
He just entered the room and sat down.
Old Tao quickly ordered, "Go and soak the Tie Guanyin that Boss Chen gave last year."
The servant replied, "Yes."
"Also, bring out all the delicious food. Bring Mr. Song's favorite pastries."
"Yes."
He hurriedly went to prepare tea and desserts.
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 still have to look for my two empty baskets. I guess someone has already returned them. If I don't go now, they will be taken away again."
Even now, he still felt sorry for his cabbage basket!
It made one feel helpless and amused.
Old Tao said, "Mr. Song, don't stand on ceremony. In the future, treat this place as your own home. We are all family."
"Leader Tao! You and I have worked together for so many years. If you have something to say, just say it. If it's not about money, then I'll come back another day. That basket can't be delayed any longer. "
"Let's talk, let's talk about money!" Old Tao really couldn't dissuade him. In the end, it was always about the money. "The show this time was very popular. We did make some money."
"That's good!"
Thus, Old Tao took out five taels of silver from his waist and stuffed it into Song Zhi's hand.
Five taels!
To the current Song Zhi, it was a huge sum of money.
It was enough for him to buy a few sets of clothes!
Well, if he rushed to write another play before winter, he might be able to replace the old furniture in the room.
He held the five taels of silver and stood up. He cupped his hands towards Leader Tao and said, "Thank you, Leader Tao. I won't bother you anymore."
He had the intention to leave.
Leader Tao grabbed him and refused to let him go. "Sit down. We haven't finished talking yet."
"What else is there?"
"Sit down!"
He pressed him on the chair again.
At this time —
Just then, Zhao Jiaban came in with tea and pastries.
They were placed beside Song Zhi's hand.
This treatment was obviously different from the last time!
Last time, it was dry sweet potatoes. This time, not only was there Tie Guanyin, but also a lot of delicious pastries. At first glance, he had an appetite.
Song Zhi couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
He went to the vegetable garden early in the morning to pick cabbage to sell in the market. It was almost afternoon, but he still hadn't eaten anything.
At this time, he stared at the pastries.
Class Leader Tao said, "I'll talk to you while you eat."
"This …"
"Eat, eat."
Song Zhi respectfully obeyed. He picked up the pastries and ate them. Leader Tao said at the side, "This play 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband' is now going crazy in all the major opera troupes. Everyone says that the person who wrote this play is a genius! And you also know that there have been a lot of ghost plays in the past few years, but none of them can compare to 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband'! Song Xian.
Sheng, you are popular now. Soon, people will come to ask you to continue writing plays. The price will definitely be very high, but … "
But what?
Song Zhi ate his food in a gentle manner. How was his reputation? He didn't seem to care.
Anyway, he only wrote about himself!
He asked, "But what?"
Leader Tao looked at him with a smile and continued to say, "But ever since you stopped writing poems and started to write plays, I, Old Tao, have been helping you! Moreover, you and I have worked together for so many years. We can be considered old friends. "
The term old friend forcibly pulled the relationship between the two closer.
Song Zhi was still not used to it.
He stared at Old Tao for a while, wanting to say something but hesitating. After a while, he said, "Yes, Leader Tao has indeed helped me a lot. I have always remembered this kindness."
"It's good that you remember it, so I thought! We can continue working together. You just need to write. I'll buy all your plays. "
"What do you mean?"
Old Tao took out a piece of paper from his clothes. It was a contract that had been drawn up long ago.
He spread it out in front of Song Zhi and said, "Take a look."
Song Zhi put down the pastries in his hand and wiped his hands on his clothes before picking up the paper to read.
The general content was for Song Zhi to sign a five-year contract with the Zhao Family Troupe. From then on, he would write plays for the Zhao Family Troupe. Both parties would be paid in the form of dividends!
This looked like a win-win contract for both parties, but to put it bluntly, it was a contract to sell himself.
No matter what, Song Zhi had to stay in the Zhao Family Troupe. As for whether he earned or lost, it was all up to Old Tao.
Therefore, he was conflicted!
Old Tao saw his concerns and said from the side, "Mr. Song, think about it carefully. I'm doing this for your own good. I'm also giving you a guarantee. If you can't write a play as good as' Ghost Mother Buries her Husband 'in the future, then don't be afraid. Anyway, if you write it, the Zhao Family Troupe will definitely buy it. "
Thinking about it, it was true!
Song Zhi began to struggle again. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about this? I'll take it home and look at it. I'll come find you when I've thought about it."
"Why think about it at home? Why don't you think about it here? "
"Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
"It's not difficult at all. Mr. Song, we've known each other for so many years. I won't cheat you." Leader Tao was very sincere.
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