From a freeloader to a world leader

Sun Shan looked down at the hall, which was basically full of customers. He gently picked up the wake-up stick on the rectangular table and slapped it lightly: "Pa!"

"Hello, old and new friends, young and old men, sisters and friends!"

"Today, I, Sun Shan, will tell you a new story I wrote myself - The Fox Fairy and the Scholar!"

At this point, after finishing their meal and watching Sun Shan's singing performance, most of the customers who stayed behind to continue listening to the storytelling began to discuss the matter in a low voice.

The title of this story is very enjoyable, not to mention that it was written by the scholar Sun Shan himself.

Some people even thought that this might be a beautiful dream that the scholar Sun Shan had himself.

Sun Shan didn't care what the people below imagined. He slowly swept his eyes all the way until he landed on Wang Lingzhi's face that was full of joy and resentment, and smiled with the corners of his mouth.

This smile made Wang Lingzhi, who was still trapped in Sun Shan's stolen kiss, sway again.

“Our lives should be full of imagination so that we don’t live a boring life. Life is difficult. If we don’t even have the freedom to imagine and dream, how miserable our life will be!”

Sun Shan lamented the dullness and cruelty of life, slapped the wake-up stick again, and got to the main topic of the story.

"Ning Caichen, from Jinhua Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, is eighteen years old, handsome, generous, and upright-----"

As Sun Shan began to tell his story, the audience couldn't help but laugh: Mr. Sun, you are talking about yourself, right?

You are only eighteen years old, handsome, and generous. Aren't you describing yourself?

However, as Sun Shan spoke slowly and with deep emotion, the two or three hundred customers just listened, holding their noses and almost forgetting to breathe.

Sun Shan's storytelling style and tone are very different from those of Mr. Xie in this world.

Mr. Xie and his colleagues are more or less bookish, and their works mainly focus on classical Chinese, which makes them somewhat profound and difficult to understand for ordinary people who have not read much.

Moreover, their way of speaking is old-fashioned, and the babble is long and drawn out. Both the tone and the words used make it difficult to be fascinating and have a stronger sense of immersion.

As a time traveler, Sun Shan has seen countless crosstalk sketches from thousands of years later and countless movie short videos. He knows how to quickly integrate people into the story and plot.

The whole hall was silent. Everyone opened their mouths wide and sighed or laughed as Sun Shan told his story.

When talking about deep love, tears flowed down.

Every man wishes he could be that scholar, like Sun Shan, the handsome and talented scholar on the stage.

The few female customers hate that they cannot be the extremely beautiful and powerful fox fairy Nie Xiaoqian, so that they can love and embrace their favorite handsome young man until they grow old together!

Sun Shan spoke slowly and carefully. He used film-like shooting techniques to portray the characters' actions and inner emotions in an immersive way.

Even Mr. Xie, who was furious because Sun Shan had suddenly snatched his job away from him, opened his mouth wide and was startled, happy and angry as the story unfolded.

As Sun Shan spoke, he forgot where he was and who he was, and immersed himself completely in the perfection and emotions of the story.

He had no idea that as he continued to speak, the entire hall was gradually filled with people rushing in after hearing his words.

They silently found empty seats and stared at Sun Shan's face on the stage, which was changing with the plot.

Even the guys who served tea and water and collected copper coins forgot their jobs.

There was no way. It was the first time I heard such a wonderful, immersive story. How could I remember my job of serving tea and collecting money?

No matter how long the story is, it will always end.

As Sun Shan gently picked up the wake-up stick and tapped it on the wooden table again, he slowly chanted a poem as a conclusion, and the curtain fell.

"Ten miles of Pinghu Lake is covered with frost, and every inch of my black hair is filled with worry about my youth. Facing the moon, I look at each other alone, and I only envy the mandarin ducks instead of the immortals!"

After Sun Shan finished reading the poem, he finally came out of the story and looked around the stage with melancholy, trying to see how the effect was.

Because he was totally absorbed in telling this story according to his own emotions, which was so sad and made him cry even thousands of years later.

I didn't pay any extra attention to the audience's reaction.

Only then did I realize that the entire hall was packed with people, almost twice as many as the two or three hundred people at the beginning.

Even where Wang Lingzhi was standing in the box on the second floor, there were several listeners who were obviously of different identities.

I saw that everyone's face was filled with sadness, reluctance and pain.

More than half of them were sobbing silently and shedding tears.

Oh my god, isn't this story really brilliant?

At this moment, Zhang Yuliang was the first to wake up. With tears in his eyes, he clapped his hands desperately: "Pa! Papa!"

"Well said! Very well said!"

Then, Zhang Yuliang raised the silver coins that he had prepared long ago and threw them to Sun Shan who was standing in the middle of the stage: "Reward, there will be a big reward!"

Now, the whole restaurant was in an uproar.

Everyone seemed to be awakened from an old dream and broke free from the sour, sweet, bitter and happy nightmare.

Everyone either applauded, cheered, or, like Zhang Yuliang, threw the loose change in their pockets toward the stage.

In less than a minute or two, the entire stage was filled with scattered silver and copper coins.

The Zhang father and son and Mr. Xie were stunned!

My God, the reward alone is probably more than ten taels of silver!

You know, Mr. Xie said that the total reward he received in one month was probably just this amount.

This was the case when Scholar Sun Shan had just finished telling a story and had not spoken a word on his own initiative.

Under such circumstances, the money Sun Shan earned from storytelling might be more than the normal profit of the entire restaurant!

This is too much, if it continues like this-------

Thinking of this, Zhang's father and son couldn't help but look at each other.

His eyes were filled with shock and worry.

If this continues, Sun Shan might surpass his own family in less than a year.

Then how will the Zhang family get along with him?

How does his daughter Zhang Zhijing get along with him?

What surprised them even more was that at that moment, a clear and tender voice came from the direction of the No. 2 private room on the second floor: "Mr. Sun, can you sing another song? I always feel that your story is missing something. You sing so well, can you sing another song?"

Then, the beautiful middle-aged woman with tears streaming down her face took a silver ingot from the maid behind her and threw it towards the center of the stage: "Thank you, Mr. Sun, there is a reward!"

"Wow-----"

The customers in the hall saw a whole ingot of silver fall in the middle of the stage and roll several times, and they cried out in surprise.

"Oh my god! Ten taels! A full ten taels of silver!"

"Am I crazy? Ten taels for one reward! Isn't this too crazy?"

"Oh my God, ten taels of silver can feed my parents for a year!"

Sun Shan was also stunned for a moment. Looking at the scattered reward money piled up on the stage and the whole ingot of silver that Xie Meiyu had just thrown, he felt that his performance was a little beyond his imagination.

At this time, some people recognized the identities of the Wang family's mother and daughter, and some people murmured in surprise.

"Isn't this Wang Dashan's third concubine? The one next to her seems to be her daughter, right?"

"Yes, it's the one from the Wang family who married into Lord Luo's house. Why is she here too? Didn't I hear that the Wang family and Jun Youlai have a bad relationship in the restaurant?"

At this time, someone hurriedly stopped the following words.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's just watch the show. The Wang family is not to be trifled with."

Someone else interrupted indignantly, "What's wrong with the Wang family? Can they go to heaven? I heard that Mr. Sun punched him, that's all."

"Yes, that's strange. Why would a woman from the Wang family come here to give such a large reward? Is she crazy?"

"What do you know? It seems that the Wang family has given up and is using a woman's hand to speak. Don't you think that Mr. Sun is a scholar? He is only sixteen years old this year. If he passes the imperial examination the year after next, can the Wang family afford to offend him?"

"Then don't let his daughter come forward. After all, she is Lord Luo's woman-----"

"I don't understand, I don't understand. Let's just watch the show. Today's show was not in vain. If it were this show, I would come every day!"

Zhang's father and son naturally also saw and heard the murmurings in the restaurant hall.

He couldn't help but look at Sun Shan, who was shaking the paper fan in his hand and was about to speak.

My heart is full of worry and hope about the development and future of Zhangjiajie Restaurant!