"Hiss? But Song Qianjin, if that storyteller deliberately copied my story and told it to other teahouses, wouldn't I be beyond my reach?"
Niudelu's head turned quickly, and Song Siyuan looked serious:
"There is no rule without rules. The only way for other teahouses to plagiarize new ideas is through storytellers who come from the Folk Art Association."
"This group of people should be given preferential treatment in normal times. Whenever plagiarism or starting their own business occurs, gentlemen in the folk art industry should be called upon to punish and ban them. At the same time, teahouses that are complicit with them should also call on their members to run the teahouses until the teahouses are completely closed. If necessary, We must use litigation and newspaper means to ruin their reputation!"
"In this way, whether it's a storyteller or a teahouse, they naturally dare not break the rules."
After thinking about Song Siyuan's strategy, Niudelu was shocked by her decisive killing and couldn't help but worry:
"What you said is a foolproof strategy, but if these people think the rules are too strict and no one joins the club, wouldn't it be a one-man show?"
Song Siyuan raised her eyebrows:
"Master Niu, you have made more money in the past half month than in the past year. As long as you make money, you are still afraid that the tea house will not follow up. If you are really afraid of the rules to prevent plagiarism, it means that the person who comes here is not good. Don't let them Membership also eliminates the risk of plagiarism.”
Niudelu looked in admiration and bowed his hands: "Thunder methods, Bodhisattva heart, wonderful, wonderful, very good, very good."
"I, Niudelu, am truly a proud ancestor. I can gain two close friends. In this way, I don't intend to take advantage of you two in vain. I will give you two a gift!"
Boss Niu took out two documents from behind his desk and handed them to Yue Guanchao mysteriously.
He opened it and took a closer look. Inside was the teahouse's dry stock document!
"You want to give us the two floors of the teahouse?"
Yue Guanchao was shocked. This was a big gift. According to the current income of Niuye Tea House, 20% of the shares would be worth at least two hundred silver dollars in dividends every month.
Wow, when did this guy become so generous? I'm worried about not having money to spend, but you can figure it out... Yue Guanchao suppressed his joy and tried to evade:
"This... this is not okay. We have already troubled you. How dare you ask for sex? It's not my style to eat and take it."
Seeing that he refused to accept it, Niederu quickly pushed him in front of them and persuaded him earnestly:
"Master-in-law, Song Qianjin, you are the reborn parents to Mr. New!"
"Without you, I would have gone out of business long ago. This is just a dry share of the teahouse. If the Folk Art Federation became a business, there would be another 20% of the dry share."
"I do this because I want to make a friend. If I need help in the future, we have to take care of our own business. Do you think this is true?"
"That's true. Since Shopkeeper Niu doesn't mind it, then we're very grateful!"
Yue Guanchao slowly took his penis and handed it to Song Siyuan. She looked at the man with playful eyes and a smile slipped out of the corner of her mouth.
"Okay, I have an idea. If you don't understand something, Mr. Niu, you can call me at any time. If you need any other help, we can discuss it. I have to go home and cook."
"Then go slowly, I still have to deal with this mess, so I won't give away more."
After Song Siyuan took Yue Guanchao away, Niudelu leaned back on the boss's chair and crossed his legs.
He was in a state of ups and downs today. He thought he was about to die, but in the end he got involved with the Public Security Bureau, the cultural circles, and the Federation of Foreign Businessmen. From now on, his status in the folk art world was completely stable.
Although it hurts to give up 20% of the stock, what you get is a bright future!
If you are willing to give up, you will get something if you give up. It is not a loss to be bound to these powerful and capable people!
Niudelu thought of the big money he would make in the future and walked down the hall humming a song. Fusheng had already cleaned up the mess and pulled his sleeves and stood in front of the stage.
"Guys, I have something to announce."
The waiters gradually gathered, staring at him with eyes, wondering what the teahouse owner was going to say.
"I, Niudelu, still don't have a son, only a daughter who is a few years old. I have decided to accept Fusheng as my godson. From now on, he will be the young shopkeeper of the teahouse!"
Wow!
Some waiters carrying basins were so frightened that they dropped the basins on the ground.
"Don't be dissatisfied. It was Fu Sheng who took care of his father-in-law and made the tea house prosperous and wealthy. It was also him who rushed to bring in reinforcements and allowed the tea house to exist."
"I, Niudelu, am not a person who refuses to repay kindness. I will reward you according to your merits. Please be more diligent in the future."
The waiters have different colors, some are envious, some are jealous, and some are angry. But when the big boss speaks, they can't say no and can only accept it.
When Mr. Qian saw that everything was over, he was helped off the stage by the waiter. He hit the hall wood and said wittily:
"I don't know what future generations will say about this matter. They say that the smooth tongue attracts people, but it is the honest and down-to-earth person who attracts good karma. There are thousands of trivial things in the world, and it is impossible to describe the bitterness and sweetness of them. All I can say is to do good deeds. , Don’t ask about the future, hahahahaha~”
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