When the soldiers, men and craftsmen wiped their clothes and then carefully sat on the chairs that were supposed to be the ones that nobles could only sit on, Chen Guang laughed.

Bai Aqiao looked at Chen Guang who was smiling and found that she had never understood this Tang Dynasty man. She never expected that Chen Guang would let everyone in Chenyuan enter Fanlou and sit there and listen to the music of the people on the stage.

In the entire empty private room on the second floor, she was alone and independent. She was the princess of Kucha, how could she sit with those people below!

On the stage, the musicians played these new songs of practice in time, some cheerful and some sad. The audience in the audience was not those noble people dressed in gorgeous clothes, but the vast crowds like them.

Yabing, Haner, Lifu, craftsman, no one of the people sitting in the audience understands any music, but they will cry or laugh with the joy and sorrow of the music. No one pretends to understand. Even the praise in their mouths is only tossed and turned, "Good, really nice!"

But for Chen Guang, this is the most beautiful praise in the world.

As the songs were played, Bai Aqiao felt more and more uncomfortable as she listened to the crying and laughter coming from below. She knew that she shouldn't envy these people, but she just couldn't help but want to laugh and cry like them.

Chen Guang didn't know when someone sat down next to him and grabbed his arm tightly. When he saw the little princess of Kucha's country with aggrieved and pitiful expression, he resisted the urge to pull out his arm.

When he walked out of Fanlou, Bai Aqiao let go of Chen Guang's arm, then stared at Chen Guang with red eyes and asked, "Why are those songs so sad? Only a few songs are happy!"

Chen Guang looked at the girl with serious faces and didn't know how to answer for a while. Because he was best at erhu, except for those inexplicably happy sand sculptures, any song that was pulled by erhu had to be a bit sad and sad, so even his song list was mostly such songs.

With this answer, Chen Guang couldn't tell the girl, so he could only talk nonsense seriously, "The nobles in this world are all full of joy. On the contrary, they prefer to be sad about spring and autumn, and to write new lyrics, they force themselves to say sorrow, but the songs that are too happy are not suitable for them."

Speaking of this, Chen Guang did not continue to talk because he was convinced by himself and was willing to spend hundreds of cents to Fanlou. Are they listening to music? No, they listened to style, just like comedy and tragedy. Tragedy is always great. For the so-called nobles who do not need to worry about food, clothing and expenses, they like sad and sad tone.

Bai Aqiao did not continue to ask. Although she couldn't understand Chen Guang's words, she couldn't help but nodded when she thought that her father could even sigh at Yunshu Yunjuan in the sky.

The next four days, the musicians would practice in Fanlou every day, and then the remaining half day was free to dominate, but in the end they all did the same thing. They took their own instruments and played the music they wanted to express when they were in the streets as Lang Jun said.

"Chen Lang is such a good method, he has fully appreciated the appetites of those princes and nobles, Hu Shang and great merchants!"

Feng Changqing looked at the swaying candlelight, his face full of calm light, and sighed sincerely that the musicians played new songs from time to time in the western city and streets of Yancheng these days, which has caused a sensation in the whole city.

Those songs, either sad or happy, can always easily touch the heartstrings and emotions of the crowd. Some people danced to the sound of the songs on the street, some people cried and sad for it, and some Rangers riding horses and carrying swords rode back to their parents to fulfill their filial piety after listening to it.

Life is full of different styles. In the end, even the nobles from the east city secretly ran to the west city just to listen to the music played by the musicians, and Fanlou's reputation became so famous.

The Kucha officials and Hu Shangjia, who had not received the invitation, asked someone to come to Feng Changqing to ask for information like crazy, just to attend the grand event when Fanlou opened tomorrow night.

"That's really a waste of money. Chen Lang knew a few Hu merchants, even if they were standing in Fanlou, they were willing to pay two thousand yuan to buy invitations."

"How did Brother Feng deal with it?"

"I'm not a villain who is jealous of money. Since the invitation has been sent, no matter how much money you have, you don't have to think about it."

Chen Guang nodded when he heard this. Ordinary people don’t have much extra money these days, but Yancheng is the trading center of the Silk Road in Anxi. There are many Hu merchants who are willing to spend a lot of money here.

If Fanlou wants to make a lot of money, he has to make money from these people, so his personality cannot be low. Feng Changqing's approach seems to have lost a lot of money, but it is the basis for Fanlou to make money every day in the future.

"There will be many people coming to Fanlou tomorrow, so I have to trouble Brother Feng."

"Don't worry, Chen Lang is that someone will arrange personnel tomorrow to maintain order and there will be no mistakes."

When Fanlou opened, except for those high-ranking officials and nobles holding invitations, there would be no one who would not invite uninvited wealthy businessmen. None of these people would travel with them were crowded with servants. At that time, the street in front of Fanlou would be squeezed out. In addition, the common people who came to join in the fun would not dare to neglect them.

"Brother Feng will release news tomorrow. In the future, Fanlou will only perform for half a day every ten days, and the ticket price will range from 20 to 100 guan depending on the seat. As for the private rooms on the second floor, it will not be sold outside."

Chen Guang handed Feng Changqing the business plan he wrote about Fanlou. No matter how good the things are, they will be worthless if they are too much. Fanlou holds three concerts a month, which is 30,000 yuan in income, which is much faster than grabbing money.

"Chen Lang is indeed prepared."

Looking at the business methods written on the white hemp paper, Feng Changqing was very eye-opening. He had a premonition that the row of street-facing shops where Fanlou was located would sooner or later become the most prosperous shop in Yancheng.

"Can Chen Lang give this manuscript to me?"

Feng Changqing felt that the business methods written by Chen Guang were very inspiring to him. Although his official position has not yet been in place, he has actually taken over the affairs of the Anxi Army's camp, Tiandu Branch, and other matters. For the Anxi Army, the military expenditure will never be too small.

"Brother Feng just take it."

Chen Guang naturally didn't mind Feng Changqing taking it for reference. With Fanlou's stable income channel, he was now thinking about how to farm outside the city. If he wanted to turn the reclaimed wasteland into the land under his name, he would have to ask Feng Changqing for help. After all, Feng Changqing was in charge of the field affairs of the Anxi Protectorate.

After leaving Shenyuan, Feng Changqing hurried to Gao Mansion. Fan Building opened tomorrow, and the King Bai would also be there. At that time, this safety is a first-class important matter. He wants to mobilize the soldiers of the Anxi Army to maintain order, and he must nod the guards.

"This Fanlou's money is so easy to make!"

In the study, after reading the business manuscript written by Chen Guang, Gao Xianzhi was quite surprised. The 30,000 guan a month was not a small amount of money. Even if Chen Lang had to share 30% of the money and other expenses, it would be fine to save 100,000 guan this year.

"Tomorrow, some people will let the soldiers go to Fanlou. If the soldiers in the Protectorate's Mansion can remain unmoved, they will not move."

Gao Xianzhi was a little moved by Chen Guang's income, and then talked to Feng Changqing about the serious matter, "I will ask the king to send the guards in the palace to help. You don't have to worry too much, I'll accompany you to enjoy the fun tomorrow night."

After hearing this, Feng Changqing couldn't help but secretly think that he was stunned. The opening of Fanlou and the arrival of his own lord is a private matter. How could he use the army of the Protectorate? If Cheng Qianli makes a fuss about this matter, even if he can't do anything to the lord, it's still disgusting enough. It seems that he has been too comfortable recently and has lost enough vigilance.

"Don't blame yourself. Now you are in charge of many miscellaneous things in the Protectorate's Mansion. How can you have so much energy to think so thoroughly?"
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