NIP Chapter 204
Chapter 204
Chapter 204
After hearing what the elder brother said, Zhang Qingfeng went to inspect the site himself, and sure enough, he found that many cottages had a storytelling program "Fengshen Yanyi" written on the signboards.
In Lin'an City, there are four or five tile houses and dozens of Goulan houses, and almost every Goulan house has two "Fengshen Yanyi" storytelling.
This is only in the city, and the tile market outside the city has not been counted.
This is nothing, the most annoying thing is that Zhang Qingfeng found a passerby who listened to storytelling and asked him if he knew who wrote Fengshenyanyi.
As a result, passers-by said: These are the gentlemen from the elephant shed.
Mr. Zhu is the man who Zhang Qingfeng once went to become a disciple, but was turned away.
After being rejected by Mr. Zhu, Zhang Qingfeng found Mr. Zhao as a teacher.
If Mr. Zhu uses his Fengshen Yanyi to tell storytelling and even make money, Zhang Qingfeng can bear it.
But now you say this was written by you, Zhang Qingfeng can't bear this.
What was even more frightening was that when Zhang Qingfeng was commenting on the storytelling in the tea garden shed the next day, some audience members questioned Zhang Qingfeng's identity as the author and asked him to stop talking about Mr. Zhu's works.
For such a situation, Zhang Qingfeng naturally wanted to explain something, but the other party didn't listen at all, and they were not making trouble alone, but a group of people making trouble.
After being made such a fuss, Zhang Qingfeng's storytelling was ruined immediately.
A group of people are making trouble in the audience, it is impossible to talk about it.
For such a situation, even the owner of the tea garden shed was very helpless. He asked Zhang Qingfeng tactfully more than once if he was the author of the Romance of the Gods. Although Zhang Qingfeng explained repeatedly, it was obvious that he still had some doubts.
This made Zhang Qingfeng very angry. He was not angry at the owner of the tea garden shed for not trusting him, but angry at the gentlemen for being so shameless.
Why did he write the Romance of the Gods?Isn't it just leaving a name in history?Now you are fine, you not only use my work to make money, but now you turn it around and say that I am a fake author, and let the audience come to my place to make trouble, this is unbearable.
However, even if this is the case, Zhang Qingfeng has no good solution for a while?
Hit the door?Or argue with the old men in person?
Now that people have advertised that it is the author, they are afraid that the real author will call the door.
Even if they confronted each other in front of the audience, would people believe Mr. Zhu who had been talking about storytelling for decades, or Zhang Qingfeng, a boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old?Don't even think about it.
If you hit the door, you may not be able to solve the problem, and you may even be laughed at.
Therefore, after Zhang Qingfeng discussed with his master, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao proposed to publish all the leaked content for free.
The next day, Zhang Qingfeng asked Old Mr. Zhao to invite a respectable storyteller in Lin'an City, and presented the leaked manuscript of Fengshen Yanyi in front of everyone, and asked everyone to copy it for free.
Zhang Qingfeng's method is very simple. Since you, Mr. Zhu, sell my work to others to make money, then I will publish it for free, so that you will not earn a penny.
Sure enough, after Zhang Qingfeng gave all the storytellers free copies of the manuscripts of Fengshenyanyi, Mr. Zhu's business of selling Zhang Qingfeng's works for money disappeared suddenly.
In addition, Zhang Qingfeng also asked the storytellers who copied the manuscripts for free to help him correct the name of the real author when he was commenting on the storytelling.
Zhang Qingfeng's trick worked very well. Under the explanations of many storytellers, it was soon spread that Yang Sanlang was the real author, and that Mr. Zhu had embezzled other people's works.
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"Who told you to go to Yang Sanlang's Pingshu Goulan to smash the field?"
Zhufu, Mr. Zhu severely reprimanded several disciples.
It turned out that some of Mr. Zhu's disciples had found someone to do it for Zhang Qingfeng when he was storytelling a few days ago.
"What did I tell you? Don't spread the word that I wrote the Romance of the Gods. After all, I didn't write it. You just need to sell it."
"It's all right now. You guys have spread the news to the whole world, and you even found someone to smash Yang Sanlang's place. What do you think? Are you out of your mind? Now they're releasing the rest of the content for free. Now I have become a big joke ridiculed by everyone." Mr. Zhu vented loudly.
At this time, Mr. Zhu felt as if he was being dressed in yellow robes by several apprentices.
He obviously didn't intend to compete with Yang Sanlang for the copyright, he just wanted to quietly borrow Yang Sanlang's works to make some money.
He also didn't tell anyone that he wrote Fengshenyanyi, but several of his apprentices spread everywhere that he was the author of Fengshenyanyi.
"Master, didn't we want to do your best..." A disciple wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mr. Zhu.
"For my own good? I think you are just doing it for yourself to make more money, right? In order to sell the Fengshenyan storytelling script, you say that I wrote it. Why don't you say that you wrote it yourself?"
"We said that no one would believe what we wrote..." As soon as one apprentice spoke, another apprentice stepped on him and stopped him from continuing.
Mr. Zhu laughed angrily: "Only by my name can I sell it? Then you sold the Fengshenyan storytelling storybook all over Lin'an City, how much did you give me? It's less than [-]%..."
"Master, we think that the book Fengshen Yanyi will definitely be passed down in history. As long as you can become the author of this book, you will also be famous in history. We are doing it for your own good." One of Mr. Zhu's apprentices stood up and said.
"Fuck, for my own good? To make a name in history? You want me to be infamous for thousands of years..." Mr. Zhu gasped in anger.
"Master, I have something to do at home, so I'll go back first." A disciple saw that Mr. Zhu was very angry, so he made an excuse and said to Mr. Zhu.
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mr. Zhu to answer, he walked away in a hurry.
"Master, I have a storytelling session in the afternoon, so I'll go back and prepare first." Another apprentice also said.
"Master, I also have something urgent to deal with when I go back..."
Seeing the people in front leave, the others also made excuses to leave.
"Hahahaha, I just taught a group of things, beast..."
Seeing several apprentices leaving one after another, Mr. Zhu laughed angrily.
"Master, are you alright?"
At this time, Mr. Zhu’s wife walked in.
"I'm fine, I won't die yet." Mr. Zhu said to his wife.
"You sent someone to look for Wu Dong's house in the elephant shed, and said that I want to concentrate on writing the content behind the Romance of the Gods at home, and I won't go to Goulan Pingshu for the time being." Mr. Zhu said to his wife.
"Master, let's not be brave. I've heard about you. It's all caused by those unfilial people. You just need to explain clearly." Madam Zhu said to Mr. Zhu.
"What do you know? I am being roasted on the fire now. If I admit that I am a fake, my reputation in my life will be over."
Mr. Zhu said: "Now I can only make mistakes, not only can't admit it, but also continue to promote that I am the real author."
(End of this chapter)