On the evening of the third day, the show continued, still selling tickets at 6 o'clock and the show starting at 8 o'clock.

At seven o'clock, Zhang Chuan ran past Lai from the ticket office.

"Uncle He, today's tickets are not as good as yesterday's, only more than 200 tickets were sold. Zhang Chuan said,

"More than 200 is not good, you are inflated. Zhang He said with a smile.

More than 200 is normal, and this number even exceeded his expectations.

The first day of the performance was due to the opening, the second day was due to the impact of the first day, and the performance on the third day was definitely declining, all of which were expected.

"Does it affect you?" Zhang Chuan didn't believe it.

"It doesn't affect you at all, you work hard. Zhang He comforted.

Zhang Chuan can say such a thing, and he really regards this place as his own place, and he is willing to care.

Eight o'clock arrived, the show began, and everything was normal.

In the backstage, the old artists sat together, and Zhang He was also inside.

"The audience's reaction today is different from the previous two days. Zhang Yusheng wondered.

"It's a little different, it's a bit dull today. Wang Xingqiang also said.

"I guess today is Sunday, and I have to go to work tomorrow, and everyone is in a bad mood. Zhang Dongxue said with a smile.

When the words fell, everyone also laughed, which was a good reason and explained the emotions of the audience.

The show continues, and tickets go on sale at six o'clock before the next show.

As soon as seven o'clock arrived, Zhang Chuan ran in from the outside again.

"Uncle He, today's tickets are not as many as they were sold last time, only in their early 200s. Zhang Chuan worried.

"Don't worry, do you know that other theaters can't even sell 200 tickets, our situation is normal now, as long as it can stabilize at 150 people a day. Zhang He said with a smile.

According to his calculations, only if these people can come to the play in one performance, then the theater will not lose money.

Just don't lose money, Zhang He doesn't expect to make money with this.

The purpose of opening a theater is to promote and publicize the old fashion, not for money, if Zhang He does anything bad for money, he has to do this thankless thing.

He has already inquired about Liu Qianrun's theaters, and business is more difficult than him these days, and many people have come to him.

Zhang He has no sympathy for this, you sing cottages, I sing authentic, each with his own ability.

"Okay. Zhang Chuan nodded.

When the time was up and the show began, there were noticeably fewer people in the audience.

Standing backstage, Zhang He's brows furrowed, and he didn't let go until the end of the performance.

"It should be okay, right?" Zhang He asked in his heart.

In the next few performances, the number of people is still decreasing, although Zhang He said that as long as it is kept at about 150 people, who doesn't want more people to come to the play, the better.

"Xiao He, have you noticed that there are fewer people who come to watch the play?" Zhang Yusheng said.

The other artists in the backstage all turned their heads to look, and everyone performed on the stage, and the audience was clearly visible.

"I found out. Zhang He sighed.

"Are people tired of hearing it?" Wang Xingqiang wondered.

"Possibly. Zhang Dongxue nodded.

Zhang He's heart is also very puzzled, these days, the old limelight has completely passed, and there is almost no report on TV and the news, and it has faded from people's sight.

Not everyone has the kung fu to listen to the old dialect every day.

There are so many people in Huayin City, and those who can come to listen to the play have already heard it, and those who don't like to listen to it and don't want to listen to it haven't come to listen, so there's no way.

What Zhang He can do is to keep the theater open as much as possible, so that the artists can have a comfortable environment to perform.

There have been several performances in succession, but the tickets sold are getting less and less, although each time there is not much, but over the years, there are many people, and even the theater has a strange sound.

In the theater of Laohua Culture, there are a lot of people needed, such as cleaning, tidying up the stage, selling tickets, and accountants, etc., all of whom are from Hugou Village.

Zhang He ran this theater, it was inevitable to recruit, some jobs were not difficult, and the people in the village took the initiative to come to help, and Zhang He couldn't refuse.

Anyway, it's all about recruiting, so it's better to let your own family do it.

These people came here because the theater could make money, and now the turnover of the theater has dropped significantly, and everyone is a little shaken.

"There are fewer and fewer people in the theater now, and I can't sing anymore. Wang Xingqiang sat on the backstage stool, his face not very good-looking.

The other artists were also around, standing or squatting.

"Can this theater still be opened?" Zhang Huan on the side sneered.

He didn't have a sense of belonging here, and he did his work casually, and he was happiest to see that the theater was going to close, so he didn't have to stay here every day.

"Why do you talk? If you can't open it, it's not your turn to speak. Zhang Dongxue reprimanded.

Zhang Huan shrank his head, looking disdainful, but he didn't continue to speak

They are all members of the Zhang family, and Zhang Dongxue is also Zhang Huan's elder, Zhang Huan dare not talk back.

"Xiao He, if it can't be opened, forget it, let's go back to do other work. A villager said.

"No way, our theater can definitely be opened. Zhang He said firmly.

These changes were something he didn't expect, the old man was obviously very popular, why couldn't he do it now?

Now the number of attendees per day is just over 100, which is a bit small for such a theater.

Paying salaries to artists and paying salaries to employees is a bit beyond their means.

"Is it wrong for us to take this path, or someone will sing it, and no one will stop singing. Zhang Yusheng proposed.

What he meant was to take on the job and keep running around, which was what everyone used to do.

"I don't think this theater can go on. A villager continued.

A few people have doubts in their hearts when they say anything to me.

It is impossible not to doubt that turnover is the real data that says everything.

"Everyone, let's stick to it, with me here, don't worry. Zhang He encouraged.

He's the boss and he can't say give up.

"Okay, let's continue singing first, and then we'll talk about it when we can't do it. Zhang Yusheng said.

The enthusiasm at the beginning is gone, and in the face of a smaller and smaller audience, it has also taken a big hit to the artist's enthusiasm for performance.

Zhang He was so anxious that he couldn't even sleep well at night, and he was thinking about these things all day long.

Lowering ticket prices, no, ticket prices are already very low, and no matter how low they are, the income of artists cannot be guaranteed, and the theater will not be able to operate smoothly.

Continue to increase publicity, first, there is no money to publicize, and second, what should be publicized has also been publicized.

Zhang He thought about these things and fell asleep leisurely.

For several days in a row, the number of people who came to the theater to watch the play was still getting smaller and smaller, and finally it stayed at about a hundred people, not up or down, and it was always this number, most of whom were real old-fashioned die-hard fans.

These people really like the old talk and are willing to pay to listen to it.

But this result is far from Zhang He's original intention, and if it goes on like this, it will not play any role in promoting the old language, and it will not be able to promote the old language.

"After today's performance, let's rest tomorrow, and I'll talk about it when it opens. ”

At the end of the performance that day, Zhang He said to everyone.

"Okay, let's go back and rest. Zhang Yusheng has no opinion on several artists.

When Zhang Huan heard that he finally didn't have to stay in the theater, he was so happy that he died.

"Xiao He, it's okay, no one knew about our old talk before, you can also relax, everyone has been very tired recently. Zhang Yusheng patted Zhang He's shoulder and said.

When everyone left the theater, Zhang He sat alone in the audience, looking at the empty stage.

The lights were dim, and he sat in the first row, looking a little lonely.

The decision to close the business was also a last resort, everyone was tired, and the second was that the income was really not good and needed to be changed.

Choosing this path, Zhang He has no regrets.

If you want to let the old man go out, you must need commercial operation, this is just the beginning, and failure is inevitable.

"Uncle He, what are you doing here alone?" Zhang Chuan poked his head out from the side and whispered.

"Why haven't you gone back yet?" Zhang He said with a smile.

"Uncle He, I'll wait for you, let's go back together. Zhang Chuan said with a smile.

The age of less than 20 years old is the period of youth, and there is inexhaustible energy.

"If you don't go to play on vacation, what's the point of talking to me?" Zhang He patted Zhang Chuan.

"What's so fun, Huayin is so big, I've played everything I can play, Xi'an hasn't played much, and I haven't been to Weinan either, Uncle He, why don't you take me to Weinan to play?" Zhang Chuan said with a shy face.

"If you want to be beautiful, and you want to go to Weinan to play, you will let me stay here honestly. Zhang He scolded with a smile.

"Look at you, I might as well follow Master Delin, maybe I can go out to play. Zhang Chuan muttered.

But at this moment, Zhang He didn't have the time to pay attention to Zhang Chuan, Zhang Chuan's words just now gave him some inspiration and made him think of some questions.

"Zhang Chuan, if my theater is closed, you won't have anywhere to stay, what are you going to do?" Zhang He asked.

"Go back to study, or ......," Zhang Chuan's tone paused, "or you can sing the old dialect." ”

"You brag, you're still singing. Zhang He said deliberately.

"Why can't I sing the old dialect, that's because I didn't learn, if I do, I will definitely be able to sing!" Zhang Chuan said unconvinced.

"Alright, knowing you can, go back. Zhang He got up from his seat and left the theater with Zhang Chuan.

Closing the lock of the theater door, Zhang He returned to Hugou Village.

The next day, Zhang He drove into the city and came to Liu Qianrun's theater, intending to go in to take a look at the situation, but it didn't matter when he saw it, he was startled when he saw it.

Liu Qianrun's theater actually closed.

The gate was locked, and it looked like it had been around for a while.

"Big brother, what's going on? Didn't this piece sing before?" Zhang He saw a man on the side and stepped forward to ask.

"What do you say is the singer? The business is not good, they are all closed, and they say that they are singing old fashions, everyone has listened to pop songs these years, who still listens to this thing. The man said disdainfully.