Newspapers advertised, a lot of money was spent, but the effect was mediocre, a hundred tickets were prepared, and less than half of them were sold.

I feel very lost, but I can't show it, and I will go up to host the show later.

Just as he was about to enter, the sound of footsteps came from a distance, and Zhu Lan, the owner of "Guanzhong Quyi", walked slowly in a khaki windbreaker, followed by two young people.

"Boss Zhang, I'm here to cheer you on. Zhu Lan smiled.

"Boss Zhu, you can really make the small shop shine. Zhang He smiled bitterly.

Zhu Lan glanced at Zhang He's hand, and more than half of the prepared ticket paper had not been sold, and it was a thick stack.

"Give you the money, I'll buy three tickets. Zhu Lan took out the money from his pocket and handed it to Zhang He.

"Boss Zhu, I can't ask for your money, you just go in. Zhang He excused himself.

Twenty-four dollars for three people, not at all.

At this time, Zhu Lan was already very satisfied to be able to come over to cheer.

"This is not good, your performance troupe has no place to stay in Xi'an, it is not easy to perform, it costs a lot of money, I am from here, I know your hard work, although the money is small, don't dislike it." Zhu Lan stuffed the money into Zhang He's hand.

This was also the case when Guanzhong Quyi first opened, there were only three audiences in the audience, and one of them was a janitor, Zhu Lan knew the hard work of doing traditional quyi and could understand it.

"Thank you. Zhang He didn't refuse this time, took the money in his hand, and tore out three tickets.

"Inside please. Zhang He looked around, but no one came.

Led Zhu Lan and the three of them in, and found a seat and sat down by the light.

"Boss Zhang, it's the first time I've seen an old-fashioned performance, come on. Juran smiled.

"Thank you. ”

After speaking, Zhang He turned his head and walked towards the stage.

There wasn't a lot of audience in the audience, and everyone was waiting for the show to start.

Seeing Zhang He leaving, the two young men were curious: "Master, what is there to see in this old man, and I came here for a special trip." ”

"Everyone is a peer, and it is a hand to be able to help, and the road he has taken is not the road we have walked. Juran said calmly.

"It's not going to be hot. Another young man said.

"If an art wants to become popular, it's difficult, watch the play well, don't talk. Zhu Lan said lightly.

The two young men turned their heads and looked at the stage.

They couldn't figure out why Juran decided to come here after seeing the newspaper advertisement, perhaps out of curiosity or empathy.

It's just that when they see the deserted scene in the theater, they don't believe that Lao Yan can go far, maybe the road they have not gone far is as far as theirs.

The lights in the theater were turned off, and only the lights on the stage were still on.

Zhang He and Zhang Chuan stood backstage.

"Zhang Chuan, now you are the only one, and when the logistics are dealt with, I will take the stage. Zhang He commanded.

"Uncle He, don't worry, I'm fine!" Zhang Chuan said with a smile.

After working in a small theater for so long, he has never eaten pork and seen a pig run, Zhang Chuan has a smart brain, is familiar with the operation of the theater, and knows what to do.

"Lord Yusheng, I'll work hard for you later. Zhang He turned around and said.

Zhang Yusheng sat backstage with a group of artists, and under his butt was a bench brought from the village.

"Xiao He, just let it go, we will all perform well. Zhang Yusheng waved his hand.

Zhang He nodded, held the microphone and walked onto the stage.

"Hello everyone, I am the boss of Laohua Culture, my name is Zhang He, thank you for coming, thank you!" Zhang He bowed deeply, his face sincere.

There was sparse applause from the audience, and Zhu Lan was also applauding slowly.

"Artists make a living by performing arts, and it is our greatest pursuit to win the love of the audience, everyone who can come here must have heard of the old dialect, and today we are performing with the old dialect performance troupe from Huayin, I hope you can like our performance. Zhang He said slowly.

"Please enjoy the first program, "Will Shake the Mountains and Rivers". ”

Zhang He left the stage after speaking, and the applause continued to echo in the theater.

The audience just applauded and there was no other reaction.

Hearing of the old dialect does not mean that you have heard of the old dialect, most people come here with curiosity, wanting to try it and see what level of intangible cultural heritage is.

On the stage, Mr. Zhang Yusheng walked in with a group of artists.

Zhang Chuan helped carry a gong hanging on a wooden frame inside.

The old artists on the bench held it in their hands.

Seeing such a simple scene, the audience was also curious.

The veteran artist took his seat and the show began.

The opening song will make a sound shake the mountains and rivers.

Zhang Yusheng's strength is very good, and he and Zhang Delin performed at the same time with the class, and went south and north to leave a name.

"Military Academy!" Zhang Yusheng sang loudly.

Voices echoed through the theater.

"Hey!" the crowd responded.

By the time the opening few voices were over, the audience applauded.

The eyes of the two young people beside Zhu Lan lit up, and they muttered, "It's a little interesting." ”

"Isn't the old dialect a shadow puppet show, it has actually changed to look like this, with the guidance of a master. Zhu Lan said secretly in her heart.

As far as she knows, Lao Yan belongs to a kind of shadow puppetry, but she didn't expect to see no shadow puppet on the stage now, only human figures.

Figures look better than shadow puppets.

Zhu Lan suddenly came up with this sentence.

The old tone has changed, becoming more in line with the needs of the current era, and her heart is also inspired.

"Urge the green-maned horse, Haojie dares to take the lead!"

Listening to the singing in his ears and watching the performances of the veteran artists on the stage, Zhu Lan seemed to have come to the battlefield of thousands of troops and horses in ancient times.

The old artist is very strong.

It's just a pity that no one listens to quyi anymore.

Dozens of audiences, some applauded and some did not, but Zhang Yusheng and they still performed as if no one was around, performing and appreciating themselves, showing the best side of the old style.

At the end of a performance, Zhang Yusheng and others did not get off the stage, Zhang He walked up with the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end of our performance today, thank you for coming to watch, if you want to listen to the opera in the future, you can come to Huayin's Laohua Cultural Theater, we have three performances a week. Zhang He said apologetically.

"Aren't you going to continue the show here?" someone in the audience asked.

"Yes. Zhang He nodded.

"I haven't heard it yet, why don't you stop acting, you usually don't have time to go to Huayin, you just continue to act in Xi'an. The people in the audience shouted.

Zhang He was a little moved in his heart, not that he didn't want to act, but he couldn't act.

Standing on the stage, the expressions of the audience were in full view, and many people's eyes were full of anticipation.

For those who like it, listening to one is simply not enough.

"Do you still want to hear it?" asked Zhang He.

"I want to hear it, of course I want to hear it!" shouted the audience.

"Then you wait for my news, and I will put an advertisement in the newspaper for the next performance. Zhang He took a deep breath and said.

Zhu Lan's face in the audience changed slightly, and her expression was extremely surprised.

If you make a promise on stage, you must keep it, and if you don't fulfill it, you will be irresponsible to the audience.

In this case, it is surprising that Zhang He dared to make such a promise.

Is this going to be a loss of money, or a big loss!

After listening to the old talk, the audience left their seats one after another, waiting for Zhang He's next performance.

"Uncle He, you're crazy, we've all lost a lot of money this time, do you want to continue acting?" Zhang Chuan looked eager.

The cost of performing in Huayin Small Theater is completely different from that of performing in Xi'an, Zhang Chuan understands in his heart.

"The audience likes it, and they can't help but act. Zhang He said.

"Xiao He, you are too impulsive. Zhang Yusheng also persuaded.

The elders don't want to watch the juniors contribute money and effort for the sake of the old man, and there is nothing to gain.

"Yu Shengye, if someone likes us, we can't help singing. Zhang He smiled, a little helpless.

"Xiao He, we all know your character, since this is the case, then you have to put on a show, and a few of our old guys will sing with you, we don't want money. Zhang Yusheng's tone was serious.

"This can't be done, I have to give your performance fee!" Zhang He shook his head and refused.

Zhang Yusheng stood up and said angrily: "Xiao He, you want to do something for the old man, don't we want to? We are old artists, you are not yet, you can do this, we don't do it to make people laugh, this matter is decided, you are not allowed to refuse!"

Several old artists also reprimanded on the side, one more severe than the other, and only in this way can Zhang He agree.

"Thank you!" Zhang He bowed.

The old artists hope that the old style can get better.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, Zhang He turned his head to look, Zhu Lan stood at the door, and said softly, "Can I come in?"

The backstage of the artist is a forbidden place, no one else is allowed to enter, and there may be some artistic secrets inside.

But the old man doesn't say that.

"Come in. Zhang He said with a smile.

Zhu Lan walked in slowly and said with a smile: "The performances of the old artists are very exciting. ”

"Thank you, girl. Zhang Yusheng said.

After saying hello and meeting the artists, Zhu Lan and Zhang He walked aside.

"Boss Zhang, I watched the old performance, the problem is not in the old style, but in everyone's taste, you boldly removed the shadow puppet cloth to surprise me, and it also made your performance more exciting. Zhu Lan smiled.

"It's just that the audience has a variety of tastes, some people like and some don't like it, only if there are more people who have heard it, the number of people who like it will become more, it depends on strength, and sometimes it depends on a little luck, I bless you. ”

"Thank you, Boss Zhu, for your compliment. Zhang He responded.

Zhu Lan pondered for a while and said, "Boss Zhang, if you want to continue the performance, I can rent my theater to you, our performance is four times a week, and the rest of the time can be rented to you." ”

If it is said to be rented, it must be rented, and everyone is not a philanthropist, so there is no money to give.

That's all Zhu Lan can help, and with the rent, their theater can be a little better.

Being able to help at this time, Zhang He was very moved, otherwise he would have to continue to look for a place.

Now this place is only rented temporarily, and it cannot be rented for too long.

"Boss Zhu, I'll invite you to dinner. Zhang He said.