He said that my story was vulgar and would only confuse the peddlers and would never make it to the stage.
He also said that I am a woman who shows up in public and has no shame.
In front of everyone, he threw a piece of silver at my feet: "Get out of the capital, this little money is enough for you to find a man to marry."
I didn't pick up the ingot of silver, I just smiled.
Three days later, my storytelling "Dajing's First Feng Yun Lu" began.
I used some tricks and only spoke once a day, ending abruptly at the climax.
I call this "preview of the next episode".
I also created "personalities" for the characters in the book, including a chivalrous and courageous male protagonist and a beautiful, powerful and tragic female protagonist.
The audience quarreled over which character was better.
I took advantage of the situation and established the "Qingyun Club". Anyone who wants to hear the latest plots and "support" the characters must join the club.
A month later, the door of the "Jinyu Class" was crowded. The class leader had paid a lot of money to invite the famous actor, and there were only three or two kittens in the audience.
And in front of my bookstall, even the carriages of princes and nobles had to line up to get a seat.
The leader of the Jinyu class came to me angrily and asked me what kind of magic method I had used.
