In Duan Lanquan's opinion, Cheng Xiaolou became an instant hit, and it will be no problem to eat and drink spicy food in the future.

The more he talked, the more energetic he became, and he didn't notice that Cheng Xiaolou's face was always as calm as ever, even when he heard him say that he could earn 200,000 a month, his eyes didn't make half a wave.

"Senior brother, do you have any plans for the future?"

When Duan Lanquan said that his mouth was dry, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth after taking a few sips of tea, and was about to light it, when Cheng Xiaolou suddenly asked.

"Huh, what's the plan?"

Duan Lanquan was stunned, and he didn't react for a while.

"Mianshan City is just a small city with a population of 400,000, you are willing to live in this place for the rest of your life, let's take advantage of the past few years to earn one or two hundred thousand a month, and then save money to buy a house, marry a wife and have children, and when this period of popularity is over, help others to become a second-rate actor, or start a class to accept apprentices, and live this life in a mess?"

Cheng Xiaolou looked at him without blinking, his voice was not loud, and his tone was gentle, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

"I ......"

Duan Lanquan opened his mouth, and suddenly fell silent, holding a cigarette and holding a lighter for a long time.

Whether it is in the entertainment industry or in the pear orchard industry, in fact, it is against the current or retreat, except for a very small number of kings and queens and Peking Opera masters who are young and old, the vast majority of the rest are just a flash in the pan and will soon be outdated.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, this kind of plot is staged every day, and few people can jump out of this strange circle.

A generation of new people replaces old people, which is more and more bloody in the pear orchard line.

Duan Lanquan has lived in this Mianshan City for more than ten years, and as far as he knows, the horns of Heyuelou's singing axis have changed one after another, Xiao Yingchun and Wu Dengke are already the sixth stubble he knows, and there will be a wave of people in less than two years.

Those who were replaced by newcomers either left Mianshan City, or retreated to the second line to play a knife, or opened a class to accept apprentices, and some people chose a fairly good marriage while they were young.

"Senior brother, we should take a long-term view, the so-called horns in Mianshan City, supporting death is just a corner in the eyes of 400,000 people, in the eyes of those horns in the provincial city, they are actually not fart, do you remember Xue Yishan, he is just a second- or third-rate commodity in the provincial capital, but when he arrives in Mianshan, he can crush most of the martial arts, and even Wu Dengke, the first martial artist in Heyue Tower, is estimated to be between him and Zhongzhong. ”

Cheng Xiaolou saw that he lowered his head and didn't speak, took the lighter in his hand and lit the cigarette for him to continue to enlighten: "Think about it again, if Wu Dengke goes to the provincial capital, can he still be as sought after as he is in Mianshan City, what if he goes to the Demon Capital, to Dragon City?"

"Senior brother, Mianshan City is too small, there will be no future if you stay here, if you want to become a real corner, you must go out and take a look, break through, stay here we will only become a frog at the bottom of the well, stay here and we will not be able to become a corner like Liu Fengying and Boss Liu for the rest of our lives. ”

God finally gave him a chance to start all over again, and gave him this "good", "Sang Liang", "good figure", "good singing skills", "good eyebrows and eyes", Cheng Xiaolou will not shrink in this small city to spend his life no matter what.

He wants to break through, he wants to rush, he wants to make up for the regrets of his previous life, he wants to fulfill the expectations of the ancestors of the Cheng family, he wants to bring the essence of Peking Opera to this world, and do everything he can in his life to pass it on and carry it forward.

Backed by the inheritance of Peking Opera on the earth, Cheng Xiaolou has sworn in his heart from the moment he came to this world that he wants to become a world-renowned king like Mr. Mei Lanfang.

If he has the opportunity, he even wants to surpass Mr. Mei Lanfang in his previous life in this world, become a Peking Opera master who can never be surpassed, ascend to the supreme and silent throne of Liyuan Xing, become the emperor of the Ling world, and push Peking Opera to a new height.

Of course, that's too far away for him, and it's too early to tell.

What Cheng Xiaolou has to do now is to accumulate a certain amount of capital first, and then walk out of Mianshan City.

If he stays here, everything is just a pipe dream, and his ambitions and grand goals will never be realized.

"Xiaolou, you're right, we're all still young, and we've been in Mianshan City like this for a lifetime, so it's too much of a panic. Let's go and buy tickets now, don't go to the magic capital, go directly to Dragon City, which is the holy city of Peking Opera!"

After lowering his head and being silent for half a cigarette, Duan Lanquan suddenly pressed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and stood up from the sofa with a crutch, his eyes bright and scary.

"Now, big brother, don't be funny, I'm afraid the money of the two of us together is not enough to buy a train ticket for Dragon City. ”

Cheng Xiaolou looked at him with a smile and a smile, and he was really made to lose his temper at all by his character of saying that the wind is rain.

"yes, then when do you say we're leaving?"

Duan Lanquan scratched his head in embarrassment, and sat back on the sofa with a smile, only then did he remember that the little money that the two of them didn't have much money had already spent almost the same amount these days, and now their senior brothers and brothers couldn't even make up five hundred yuan in their pockets.

Mianshan is more than 2,000 kilometers away from the national capital Longcheng, and a hard-seat train ticket costs nearly 300.

"We're poor and white now, plus you're lame again, and you won't starve to death if you go to Dragon City. Besides, if you leave now, are you really willing to give up your income of more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan a month?"

Cheng Xiaolou smiled and got up to open the window for ventilation, in fact, he had never smelled the smell of tobacco.

"This... It's really reluctant. ”

Duan Lanquan subconsciously licked the corners of his lips, and a touch of excitement welled up uncontrollably on his face.

He and Cheng Xiaolou have both been poor since childhood, and before the age of sixteen, they have never owned a penny of their own.

It wasn't until he was sixteen years old that he began to play across knives in the troupe, and Wu Mantun gave them ten or twenty yuan from time to time.

Not to mention more than ten or two hundred thousand, even one or two hundred thousand is a huge amount of money that Duan Lanquan has never had in his life.

It's really a ghost for him to just watch the big bills that are about to arrive fly, if you don't feel distressed.

The poorer and more afraid people are, the more they will value money, because only when they have enough money in their hands will they have a sense of security and feel steady.

However, there are exceptions to everything, at least Duan Lanquan is not a person who takes money too seriously, otherwise he would not have taken out all his few savings to record Cheng Xiaolou and buy a business.