The book has no strength, the female supporting role just wants to survive

"Cousin, do you think that the customers of Nazheyuan are basically part of the customers of Changgefang?"

Jiang Tunan said clearly, word by word.

"In fact, Nazheyuan doesn't have to just sing songs. We can also add storytelling into the mix, and our storytelling can be more distinctive. I remember there was a book called "Xue Chugui and Wang Xiaochuan" that sold well in the bookstore."

"Take this book as an example. Most storytellers divide the storytelling into chapters according to the novel, and the music they compose is usually differentiated by emotions. They use sad songs when talking about sad plots and fast songs when talking about happy plots. Although this saves a lot of effort, it also makes the music they compose for storytelling too general."

"And our Nazhe Garden can make a little bit of innovation here."

Jiang Tunan walked closer to Xing'er and whispered something in her ear.

"Just accompany me according to this rhythm."

Xing Er nodded happily. Jiang Tunan sat beside Xing Er and thought about the lyrics carefully.

"In front of the imperial street, the colorful building is looking for a son-in-law. The single man is determined to be a good match. My father is an official of this rank in vain. He despises poverty and loves wealth, which destroys his words..."

"Ah, my husband, Xue Lang, you know that it is difficult to deliver your letters, you know that my silk shirt is stained with blood, my fingers are connected to my heart with tears... When I came out of the kiln to meet you, my eyes were already filled with tears, unlike the days when I was in front of the colorful pavilion."

As soon as Jiang Tunan finished singing, the girls present applauded, but the three men present were confused.

"what is this?"

Xiao Mingxu was a little confused about Jiang Tunan's intention, but Jiang Tunan explained,

"This storybook is the best-selling one in the bookstore. Almost all the ladies and girls in Kyoto, and even ordinary people, have heard this story. This song is written from the perspective of the heroine. If you sing this part before telling the story, it can also increase the charm of this character."

In fact, it is equivalent to the role of a character's theme song, but now there is no television, so we can simply make an analogy with storytelling.

"When we are not telling stories, this song can also be used as a performance piece by Nazheyuan. The popularity of a storybook is inseparable from the plot and the charm of the characters. For example, although they are both protagonists, people like Wang Xiaochuan more than the other male. If the girls from Nazheyuan perform this song well, do you think the audience's love for the character will be transferred to the performer?"

If the transfer is successful, it can develop into a stable customer base in the future. This is like a good actor who can bring a role to life, and the charm of the role can feed back to the actor himself.

"But men don't really like to read storybooks."

Jiang Tunan smiled at Xiao Mingxu.

"Cousin, do you remember what I told you last time on the spring outing?"

"I know!"

Ji Lingyue raised his hand again, and Jiang Tunan smiled with satisfaction.

"Please speak."

"Although men in Kyoto don't like to read storybooks, women in Kyoto all love to read them. The audience of Nazheyuan may not only be men, but also ladies. If someone composes a song for my favorite storybook character, I will definitely pay to listen to it."

Ji Lingyue sat down obediently after he finished speaking. Xiao Mingxu looked puzzled.

"You read storybooks too?"

Ji Lingyue (serious face): "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Xiao Mingxu sorted out his thoughts.

"But hiring a professional composer would cost a lot of money, which is not very profitable."

Jiang Tunan let out a wicked laugh.

"Cousin, do you still remember my plan to update the storybook?"

When Xiao Mingxu heard this, he immediately realized.

"Yes, we can pick out some of the best-selling stories from those half-updated ones and compose music and lyrics. Then every time the stories are updated, the storytellers will arrange some performances, and we can perform at those performances, and the money will be earned back."

Jiang Tunan arranged the tea cups on the table in a row.

"The cooperation between Nazhe Garden and Shuzhai can bring readers to Nazhe Garden, and Nazhe Garden's performances can also bring traffic to Shuzhai's books, which is mutually beneficial."

In short, linkage.

"Hahaha, it's high. It's really high."

Xiao Mingxu laughed loudly towards the sky. Baili Xuan suddenly asked,

"Why are you so concerned about the business of Nazhe Garden? It's as if you two run it."

Jiang Tunan: The prophet is stabbed.

Xiao Mingxu: Sweating profusely.

"No, we are old acquaintances with Sister Qiu Niang. Sister Qiu Niang, what do you think?"

Jiang Tunan looked flattering, and Qiu Niang's mouth twitched.

"Very...very good."

Baili Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

"So that's it."

Jiang Tunan & Xiao Mingrui: That was a close call.

“In fact, I think Nazheyuan can add another audience.”

Everyone looked at Baili Xuan.

"what?"

"People like me who don't do their job properly."

Baili Xun didn't have any airs of a prince at all. Jiang Tunan wondered in his heart why this kid started to make fun of himself.

"Your Highness, Third Prince, what do you mean?"

Baili Xuan looked at Jiang Tunan.

"I remember Miss Jiang taught a game called Werewolf before. If we set up a private room on the top floor of Nazhe Garden specifically for playing Werewolf, we should be able to make a lot of money, because this game is really fun. Last time, after my second brother went back, he brought his staff to play. Those guys are very cunning, so it was really fun to play."

"Imagine, in Nazhe Garden, listening to music and playing script-killing games, how cool it would be."

Xiao Mingxu:!

Xiao Mingxu held Baili Xuan's hand tightly.

"Are you really a genius?"

Looking at the excited Xiao Mingxu and Jiang Tunan, Xiao Mingrui just smiled and said nothing.

If Nazheyuan really follows Jiang Tunan's plan, I wonder how many people in Kyoto will be jealous behind the scenes.

Xiao Mingrui stretched his joints and it seemed that he would be busy again.

Jiang Tunan saw Xing'er looking at him and looked back with some confusion.

"What's wrong, Miss Xing'er?"

Xing Er quickly avoided the sight.

"No...no, I just think that you look like an old friend of mine."

"That's it."

Jiang Tunan didn't take it seriously.

"Maybe I have a common face, a lot of people tell me I look like one of their friends."

Xing'er's eyes were somewhat nostalgic but also afraid. She huddled behind Ruan Qin and silently observed Jiang Tunan.

But this scene fell into the eyes of Xiao Mingrui who was in the corner. He first looked in the direction of Xing'er's gaze, but saw Jiang Tunan. He frowned and felt vaguely uneasy.

After everyone went home, he called out his secret guard Wu Yu,

"Go check the origins of Xing'er from Nazhe Garden."

Most of the people in Daxing who can play the Ruan are in the palace. When Xiao Mingrui attended the palace banquet before, because his seat was closer to the musicians' seats, he observed the musicians of the Jiaofangsi for a while when he was bored, so he had some impression of the fingering of the Ruan.

It is rare for an ordinary musician to play the Ruanqin, not to mention that her fingering is exactly the same as those of the people from the Jiaofang Bureau, which is a bit surprising.