Luo Chao's audition is in full swing.
Although playing for free is not as exciting as building a ball, the dazzling display of skills also attracts many guests to come and watch.
The audition lasts for three days, with different stages each day. Each event can receive at least 10,000 spectators, and the ticket price alone can earn 20,000 to 30,000 taels per day.
The white money was sent to the palace in carriage after carriage every night.
Every time he saw this money, Song Che couldn't help but sigh: No wonder the national football team can't turn around. In the face of such huge profits, what does a few match-fixing games mean?
"How? I'm right, right? If you follow this Hong Xing She, a bite of meat from him means a bite of soup for us. Not to mention soup, even the bones are silver."
Lin Yue smiled and took two ingots of gold from the cash box. She felt uncomfortable not taking them in front of Song Che.
Song Che was indeed generous, and all the people who came to help him every day were the palace servants. After calculating the income every night, he would take a hundred and eighty taels and give them to the servants to buy wine and food.
Since Nangong Yue joined Hongxing, she has never worn beautiful clothes or gorgeous jewelry. She wears simple common clothes and wears a veil during the day, which she will not take off until no one is around at night.
Even without these gorgeous decorations, even with a veil, her beauty and temperament are still second to none.
As a free person, her smile became purer.
"Song Che, you said that you have made so much money. Even if you eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, play music every night, buy a big house, and hire a thousand servants, you won't be able to spend it all in this life. Don't you feel troubled? Lin Yue asked with a sigh.
Who in this life would be dissatisfied with having too much money?
What's more, this little money is still far from being "as rich as a country".
Song Che smiled faintly: "I have never touched money. I am not interested in money. To tell you the truth, I am happiest when my wife can give me ten taels of pocket money on time every month. …”
Lin Yue, Nangong Yue, and the little maid Qiaoqiao looked at each other with very complicated eyes. There were also the few servants who were busy loading the cash box onto the carriage, panting from exhaustion, and their painful expressions were extremely vivid.
Lin Yue sighed: "What kind of rich man can say such unworthy words?"
Song Che secretly laughed in his heart, this is called high-level style.
"Okay, tonight is the same as usual, you dance, she sings, I drink, we won't get drunk and sleep together on the same bed!"
Song Che flicked his sleeves and was about to turn around and enter the city when suddenly the sound of carriages and horses came from the distance.
The carriages and horses gradually approached. There was a rich carriage and four fast horses. Four strong men on the horses were equipped with knives.
It seems that the visitor is ill-intentioned.
Lin Yue and Nangong Yue took the lead and blocked Song Che from behind.
The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the city.
A young man in red clothes with a red flower in his hair stepped out of the carriage, shaking his fan, with an arrogant and domineering look and a arrogant smirk.
Song Che frowned and stared coldly at the young man in red clothes. Who else could he be if he wasn't Jia Dai?
Jia Dai got out of the car, the strong man dismounted, and pulled out a lacquered red box and three or five square boxes from the car, smiling and clasping his fists in greeting:
"Mr. Song, long time no see. How are you?"
Half a month has passed, and Song Che still sometimes feels a dull pain in his chest. It's all thanks to the guy in front of him. This "you're fine" sounds completely ironic.
"Eh? Isn't this... the moon girl from the Red Mansion Jiuyue Zhai? At this moment, shouldn't you be singing on the singing stage? Why are you dressed in plain clothes and here to guard the courtyard?"
Jia Dai said a long "Oh" again and looked at Song Che sideways: "I heard that Mr. Song went to the Prince's Mansion for a banquet the night before. Could it be to redeem her?"
He bowed to Song Che again and praised: "Mr. Song is really a famous scholar. He keeps a private prostitute for pleasure every night. Even Jia is not as good as you!"
"You—" Lin Yue wanted to rebuke, but Song Che pulled them behind him and asked with a smile: "Master Jia is here tonight, what are you doing?"
Jia Dai winked at the strong man beside him.
The strong man opened the box and the square box one by one. There was a sufficient amount of white flowers, ginseng, deer antlers and polygonum multiflorum, and precious medicinal materials that were all hundreds of years old.
Jia Dai smiled and said: "I had some unpleasantness with Mr. Song a few days ago. I take these five thousand taels of silver as an apology. These medicinal materials are given to you to replenish your health."
Don't want it for nothing.
Song Che signaled the servant to take it away.
Jia Dai added: "Of course, I still have a business I want to do with Mr. Song tonight."
Song Che pointed around: "It's a pity that there are no restaurants near Cuju City, and my shop is also very simple. I can't prepare tea to entertain Mr. Jia."
"Hey, there is no priority in doing business. It doesn't matter if we sit on the floor and talk," Jia Dai paused and then said:
"The Luo Chao held by Mr. Song this time is really a stroke of genius. My Jia family's Cuju team has also been successfully promoted, and the first game will be held tomorrow. I originally wanted to bet on you, but You also know that my Jia family also has a gambling house;
As the saying goes, "The good news should not flow to outsiders." It doesn't make sense for you to bet on other people's money when you own a gambling house. Therefore, I discussed with several elder brothers and wanted to open a market by myself outside Cuju City;
In this business, everyone makes money together. If one family is the only one, it would be a bit hurtful. Don't you think so, Mr. Song? "
Song Che nodded: "Yes."
Jia Dai smiled: "With the word Mr. Song, Jia will feel relieved, but..."
He felt embarrassed again: "But my Jia family is not the host after all. If the odds and commissions cannot be unified, it will inevitably make customers feel grudge-but Mr. Song, don't worry, my Jia family is definitely not like that." He who divides the meat soup and refuses to give away the profits. I, Jia Daike, hereby solemnly promise that 10% of the profits generated by Luo Chao will be distributed to Mr. Song!"
10%?
Song Che sneered, if it were in modern times, the opening party would only give the organizer a 10% profit rebate, and he would have been blacklisted long ago.
"At least 30%, and the daily income statement must be sent to Hongxingshe for me to review." Song Che's attitude was firm.
Even though Jia Daidang lost his smile, "You are also a businessman. You should know how high the business tax has been recently. If I return 30% to you and deduct more than 10% of the tax, the profit will not be enough for me to support my family."
Song Che's face darkened. He also owned a gambling house in Suzhou City. No matter how high the business tax was, it was nothing compared to the profit of the gambling house. What kind of shameless person could he say such unnecessary things as "not enough to support his family"? What about face?
"The profit of 30% is my bottom line. If Mr. Jia thinks it is too high, then there will be nothing left to discuss in this business." Song Che flicked his sleeves, turned his back and said, "Send off the guests."
Lin Yue and Nangong Yue stepped forward, and several servants also gathered around them.
Several strong men from the Jia family held the hilts of their swords, and the two sides were at war with each other.
