Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Chen Lang has become numb to being praised as a "great talent".

If I was a little shy when I first became a plagiarist, now I feel extremely calm.

Taibai, Dongpo, Bohu...these are all my calligraphy!

The simple summary is.

"Edit, forehead, it's all forehead!"

Chen Lang waved his hand and said, "Mr. Tian, there's no need to praise me. Get familiar with the storybook first."

"You'll have to spend several days talking about these three stories."

Tian Yuzhu said, "Young Master, don't worry. I am a very professional storyteller."

The two men stood up, said goodbye, and left in a hurry.

After finishing his breakfast, Chen Lang spent another hour instructing Guoguo and Cuicui, the ninth sister, on their homework. It was around a quarter past four when he prepared to go to Guhong Tower.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw Xu Mengru leading her maid Hong'er, running towards me in a hurry.

Chen Lang asked, "Miss Xu, why are you so anxious? What happened?"

Xu Mengru said: "Something big happened!"

Chen Lang's heart tightened: "What's going on?"

"Someone wants to buy a bra!" Xu Mengru was so excited that she even jumped on the spot. She said, "Yesterday afternoon, after Miss Xie finished her performance, someone came to her and asked about her breasts."

"After Ms. Xie told me the truth, she was very interested in the bra and asked me to bring samples to her today."

Chen Lang asked, "Ms. Xu, please don't get excited. I think you haven't forgotten what I said before."

"Our bras are high-end products and we can't sell them to low-end groups right now. Once a fixed impression is formed, it will be difficult to change it in the future."

Chen Lang's words are not alarmist.

Because Xiaomi almost failed because of this.

When Xiaomi was first launched, in addition to its hunger marketing, its other major weapon was price. When similar products were often priced at several thousand yuan, Xiaomi lowered the price of its smartphones to less than two thousand yuan.

Although these two strategies helped Xiaomi quickly seize the market and become a leading company, the labels of cheap and low-end were also branded on Xiaomi.

It took Xiaomi a long time to barely get rid of these two labels.

But every time the price goes up, the company’s management and even Mr. Lei and his ancestors will be warmly greeted.

With the lessons learned from the past, Chen Lang would definitely not let his "eldest son" and "eldest daughter" suffer the same fate.

Xu Mengru said, "I understand. The bra we're buying this time is from one of Hongxiuzhao's top brands. She shouldn't be considered low-end, right?"

Chen Lang said: "Well, this is fine."

"Then I'll go." Xu Mengru said, "Wait for my good news."

Chen Lang bowed and said, "I wish Miss Xu success!"

The two separated at the door.

After Chen Lang arrived at Guhong Tower, he found that there was a lot of noise at the door.

A group of servants in blue clothes were trying earnestly to persuade a ten-year-old kid not to enter the Solitary Hong Tower.

The little brat was dressed in fancy clothes and had a jade pendant hanging around his waist. He must have come from a wealthy family.

There are two groups in the world that are easiest to make money from: the first is women, and the second is children.

Of course, we can’t let go of this God of Wealth who comes to our doorstep.

Besides, Guhong Tower is not a brothel, and children can enter it.

Chen Lang walked over quickly and said, "Little brother, do you want to go in?"

The little brat nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

Then he reacted and looked at Chen Lang with some vigilance: "Who are you?"

Chen Lang said: "The future owner of Guhong Tower."

"If you want to come in, I'll treat you to a fruit plate for free."

The little brat was very happy: "Thank you."

Then he slipped in.

The servants had no choice but to follow.

After the little brat entered Guhong Tower, he stared at the first stanza of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" on the wall in a daze.

Although there is a huge painting hanging outside the door, if you look at it up close, you need to crane your neck, which looks a bit tiring.

It is much more relaxing inside the building, you can sit on a chair and enjoy it slowly.

"Has anyone written the next stanza?" After admiring it for a long time, the little kid turned his head to look at Chen Lang and asked.

Chen Lang said: "No."

The little brat asked again: "Who wrote this?"

Chen Lang pointed at his nose.

The little brat exclaimed: "You are so awesome."

Chen Lang said, "Thank you for the compliment."

The little brat picked up the drink menu on the table again, and found that it was full of various kinds of wine, so he threw it aside with a lack of interest.

"It seems there's nothing good here," the little brat said. "They praised it so much, I thought it was great. It's boring, let's go."

Chen Lang said, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. The storyteller is about to go on stage. It's not too late to leave after you finish listening to the story."

The little brat was stunned and said, "Storytelling? Isn't this a place for singing?"

Chen Lang said, "One day I sing songs, the next day I tell stories, we take turns."

The little brat sat back down again: "I like storytelling."

Chen Lang called Miss Rou'er over and said, "Make this young master a cup of deer pear juice. It will be on my account."

When the deer pear juice was served, Tian Yuzhu also walked onto the stage.

After performing the ceremony to greet all four parties, Tian Yuzhu tapped the table with her paper fan and said, "There was a scholar named Ning Caichen..."

Many of the guests in the tavern came for Xie Qinghuan and had no interest in storytelling. If Hongyanzui had not been so delicious, they would have left long ago.

However, as Tian Yuzhu told the story, the love story of Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen gradually aroused their interest.

The script that Chen Lang gave to Tian Yuzhu was not the original version from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, but it incorporated some plots from the movie version of "A Chinese Ghost Story", making the whole story more subtle and moving.

Coupled with Tian Yuzhu's excellent storytelling skills, the guests in the restaurant were completely immersed in the story.

When Tian Yuzhu finished speaking, the whole room applauded!

Then one flower basket after another was sent up.

Seeing this, the little kid also took out some change from his pocket and sent the smallest flower basket over.

Seeing Chen Lang staring at him, the little brat felt a little embarrassed and said, "I didn't bring much money with me."

"Next time I'll definitely give you a bigger one."

Just as Chen Lang was about to speak, the servant next to him came over and reminded him, "Master, it's time to go back."

The little brat was reluctant to leave, but after some thought, he finally decided to listen to the servant.

"Thank you for the hospitality." The little brat politely saluted Chen Lang, then left surrounded by servants.

As soon as the brat left, the shopkeeper came over and said, "Mr. Chen, do you know Young Master Wang?"

Chen Lang asked curiously, "Young Master Wang? Who is that?"

"Isn't that what we saw just now?" said the shopkeeper.

Chen Lang suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean that little brat, I don't know him."

"I saw he was dressed like a rich man, so I invited him in to spend some money."

"In the end, I only had a few coins on me. Oh, I got fooled."

The shopkeeper said, "Young Master Wang is young, so his family usually doesn't give him much money."

"But the Wang family is in Linshui, and they are very powerful."

Chen Lang asked with a half-smile, "More powerful than the Ling family?"

The shopkeeper nodded solemnly.

Chen Lang tapped the tip of his nose and suddenly asked, "Master Wang, how many sisters do you have?"

The shopkeeper: “Ah?”