Chapter 1050

Song Zhi was so confused that Lao Tao pulled him to the Zhao family class.

As soon as he entered, the people in Zhao's class greeted him one by one.

"Mr. Song is coming!"

"Mr. Song, sit more."

"Come more in the future, Mr. Song."

... before that, Song Zhi passed in front of them dressed as a feather duster and covered with paint. Those people might not look at him, or even talk about him in private. Most of them ridiculed Song Zhi's integrity and said he didn't want to talk to them

It is impossible to write vulgar books with the public and still nest in their own dilapidated house.

But after all, it's not what it used to be. Song Zhi is now a popular man. Since the book he wrote became popular, people in the Zhao family class have changed their eyes at him. They want to serve him and hope that he can write another book of fire, so that everyone can make money.

Therefore, song Zhicheng became their cash cow!

However, Lao Tao has more heart and mind. He doesn't mention who wrote the play. Whenever someone comes to inquire quietly, he also says vaguely that it's right to shut up anyway.

But in the end "paper can't stop fire"!

"Ghost mother buries husband" is in a mess. The major drama classes will find out who wrote it sooner or later. At that time, Song Zhi will become a hot commodity.

The master of Tao class was worried that his precious gold master would be robbed. No, he hurriedly pulled Song Zhi to his Zhao class.

Song Zhi was pulled here and thought that the Tao class leader wanted to talk to himself about silver!

But no matter how much money he gives, he hopes to buy some clothes and repair the roof. After all, everything is difficult at the beginning. This time, when the script is on fire, he is not afraid that no one will find him to write in the future.

He just came in and sat down.

Lao Tao quickly ordered people: "go and soak the Tieguanyin sent by boss Chen last year."

"Yes," he said

"Also, all the delicious food will come up and take Mr. Song's favorite pastries."

"Yes."

He hurried down to prepare tea and snacks.

Song Zhi didn't even have time to stop. He said, "master Tao, don't be so polite. Let's get down to business quickly. After that, I'll find my two empty baskets. It's estimated that someone has returned them. If you don't go again, someone will have to take them away."

Up to now, he still loves his basket of cabbage!

It's helpless and funny.

Lao Tao said, "you are welcome, Mr. Song. In the future, we will regard this as your own home. We are all a family."

"Master Tao, you and I have cooperated for so many years. If you have anything to say, just tell me. If it's not about silver, I'll come back another day. That basket can't be delayed any more."

"Talk about silver!" Lao Tao really couldn't beat him. After all, he always revolved around the silver. "This play is very popular and did make some money."

"That's good!"

So Lao Tao took five liang of silver from his waist and stuffed it into Song Zhi's hand.

Five Liang!

It is a huge sum of money for today's Song Zhi.

Enough for him to buy some clothes!

Well, if you write another play book before winter, you may be able to replace the old furniture in the house.

Holding the five Liang silver, he got up, arched his hand at the Tao leader and said, "thank you, Tao leader, so I won't bother you any more."

I mean to leave.

The leader of the Tao Group grabbed him and said, "if you sit down again, the matter has not been finished."

"What else?"

"You sit!"

He pressed him on the chair again.

At this time——

Zhao Jiaban brought in tea and cakes.

Put it at Song Zhi's hand.

This is obviously different from the last treatment!

Last time it was dry sweet potato. This time it was not only Tieguanyin, but also a lot of delicious cakes. You have an appetite at a glance.

Song Zhi couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Early in the morning, he went to the vegetable garden to pick cabbages and sell them in the market. It was almost afternoon and he didn't eat a mouthful of rice.

Then he stared at the cake.

Tao said, "I'll talk to you while you eat."

"This..."

"Eat, eat."

Song Zhi was more respectful than obedient. He picked up cakes and ate them. The leader of the Tao Group said: "the script of ghost mother burying the husband has become crazy in all major troupes. Everyone says that the person who wrote the script is a genius! And you know, in fact, there have been many ghost plays in recent years, but none of them is comparable to ghost mother burying the husband! Song Xian

Sheng, you're on fire now. Someone will come to you to continue writing books soon. The price must be very high, but... "

But what?

Song Zhi eats politely. How about his fame? He doesn't seem to care.

Anyway, he only writes his own!

"But what?"

Tao looked at him with a smile and continued to say, "but since you didn't write poetry and began to transcribe drama books, my old Tao has been helping you! Besides, you and I have been working together for so many years. You are an old friend."

An old friend forced their relationship closer.

Song Zhi is still not used to it.

After staring at Lao Tao for a while, he stopped talking for a long time before saying, "yes, leader Tao really helped me a lot. I always remember this kindness."

"Just remember, so I think! We can continue to cooperate. Just write and I'll buy all your plays."

"What do you mean?"

Lao Tao took out a piece of paper from his clothes. It was a long drawn up contract.

Spread it flat in front of Song Zhi and said, "look."

Song Zhi put down the cake he ate and wiped his hands on his clothes. Then he picked up the paper and looked at it.

The general content is to ask Song Zhi to sign a five-year agreement with the Zhao family class, and then write a play book for the Zhao family class. The remuneration of both sides is in the form of dividends!

This seems to be a win-win contract for both sides, but it is a deed of sale.

No matter how song is going, Zhao Jiaban has to be buried in the future. As for whether he earns money or not, he has the final say.

So, he's tangled!

Lao Tao saw his concerns and said, "Mr. Song, think about it. I'm also for your sake and guarantee you. If you can't write a good play book like ghost mother burying husband in the future, I'm not afraid. In short, if you write it, my Zhao family class will buy it."

Think about it like this, too!

Song Zhi began to tangle again. After thinking for a while, he said, "otherwise, I'll take it home and have a look. I'll come back to you when I think about it."

"Why go home and think? It's better to think here."

"Aren't you embarrassing me?"

"Don't be embarrassed, don't be embarrassed, Mr. Song. I won't pit you after you and I have known each other for so many years." The pottery master is very sincere.

He looked straight at Song Zhi with his eyes. "This......" Song Zhi stood up.