He Xiangdong's heart also sank, surprise and bad emotions arose, and his brows were locked together, and they couldn't be separated. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing him behave like this, Qiu Wuyu was even more disappointed in his heart, and he didn't even have the heart to look at He Xiangdong more.

The reaction of the audience who had just entered the venue spoke for itself, the two of them were standing at the door, but the audience just took them as strangers and left, and the audience didn't know them at all.

It's normal not to know Qiu Wuyu, Qiu Wuyu is the new boss, not long after he came over, but He Xiangdong is different, he has been talking about cross talk for several years, but none of the audience who came tonight knew him.

What does this mean, it shows that none of the audience who came tonight were coming to He Xiangdong, and none of them were the original audience of the old Xiangwen Society, all of these people were old customers of the Sifang Tea Society, and they were invited by the shopkeeper of the teahouse.

Qiu Wuyu didn't know too much about He Xiangdong's original business with Xiangwenshe, but after inquiring, he knew that it was okay, there were basically hundreds of people at night, and now it seems that this bastard must have lied.

An actor who can't even attract an old audience, how bad was his previous performances? Qiu Wuyu's heart was cold, and he was also extremely disappointed in He Xiangdong, he opened a teahouse to do business, and he planned to make money, who wants to partner with a money-losing goods?

He Xiangdong was even more puzzled in his heart, moving would definitely affect Xiangwenshe's business, but it would not be that no audience would come tonight.

Whether it is emotionally or artistically, this is impossible, the farewell party just finished last night, how good the effect is, today the new theater is opened, how can there not even be an old audience.

It's not scientific.

He Xiangdong's brows were tightly locked, he couldn't believe it in his heart, but the facts were so clearly in front of him.

Qiu Wuyu already had a bit of a cold taste in his speech: "Mr. He, the performance is about to start, you can go and prepare." ”

He Xiangdong's expression was stunned, and he had the heart to explain, but the reality made him unable to explain, and finally he hugged his fists and went backstage.

Qiu Wuyu's face tensed, and he exhaled deeply.

……

He Xiangdong went backstage worriedly, the actors in the backstage were all human spirits, and he could see at a glance that He Xiangdong was wrong.

Zhang Wenhai asked, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

He Xiangdong looked at him, then at the others, and said, "None of our old audience came. ”

"Huh?" everyone was shocked.

Zhang Wenhai said categorically: "This is impossible. ”

Fan Wenquan also asked: "Is there something wrong, otherwise it is impossible that there will be no old audience, absolutely impossible." According to our estimates, there must be at least thirty or fifty people, and it will open today. ”

He Xiangdong took off the coat from the shelf next to him and put it on his body, he said as he wore it: "I don't know what happened, and I don't have time to investigate now, I'm about to go on the stage, we all cheer up, we are performing, the play is bigger than the sky, and we have to be worthy of the audience when we go on stage." ”

Everyone nodded, although they had doubts in their hearts, they still quickly adjusted their state, tonight is a good start, the first shot must be fired, otherwise they don't know how long they can perform here.

……

At 6:55, five minutes before leaving, the audience had almost all entered, and now there were only a few sporadically entered.

Qiu Wuyu has been standing at the door of the theater and watching, seeing that there are fewer and fewer people entering the theater, his heart is a little heavier.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse stood beside him, the shopkeeper's surname was Wang, and he was the old shopkeeper of the Sifang Tea Society.

Without him, just because the shopkeeper Wang is stable and stable, and he is also a person in the realm, he is very clear about the situation here, and any boss who takes over the Sifang Tea House must rely on him to quickly open up the situation.

Qiu Wuyu asked, "Brother Wang, how many people have come in." ”

Shopkeeper Wang took a look into the theater, and he didn't need to count them to know: "It's almost, there are no more than five people who haven't come in." ”

"Hmm. Qiu Wuyu bowed slightly.

The shopkeeper stood aside and did not speak.

After a while, Qiu Wuyu confirmed again and asked, "It's all our old guests, right?"

"Yes. The king's shopkeeper replied.

After receiving another confirmation from the shopkeeper Wang, Qiu Wuyu finally despaired: "It seems that they really don't even have an old audience, what kind of bullshit performance team is this, I will only cooperate with them when I am blind." ”

Shopkeeper Wang was silent, his face was calm, and he said slowly: "Boss, you have just come to Beijing, and you are not clear about the situation on our side. In Beijing's folk music team, this is the top row for the Literary Society. ”

Shopkeeper Wang gave a thumbs up.

Qiu Wuyu was stunned.

Shopkeeper Wang continued: "The previous boss actually wanted to cooperate with Xiangwenshe, but they have their own theater and their own team to Xiangwenshe, and people are definitely not willing to move casually, and the strength on our side is not enough, so it will be over." ”

Qiu Wuyu froze, frowned and asked, "But what's the situation tonight?"

Shopkeeper Wang shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe there is something hidden here." But I would like to remind you that you may wish to give Xiangwen a little more time, don't rush them away, let them prove their worth, I am sure they will satisfy you. ”

Qiu Wuyu thought about it for a while, and finally accepted the suggestion of the shopkeeper Wang.

……

At 6:57 a.m., three minutes before the official start of the show.

"Boss, boss......" A young man in a riding coat hurried over.

Qiu Wuyu looked at the person who came, frowned and shouted, "What's the matter, aren't you selling tickets at the door?"

Or the shopkeeper of the king was calm, he said: "Don't worry, say slowly, what's wrong?"

The man was panting, but the joy on his face was already rippling, and he hurriedly said, "There are so many people at the door, so many people." ”

The shopkeeper asked, "Tell me clearly, who is it?"

The man replied, "Those who buy tickets to listen to cross talk, go and see it." ”

Qiu Wuyu and Shopkeeper Wang quickly glanced at each other, and their hearts jumped suddenly, could it be......

Qiu Wuyu waved his hand, go quickly, go and take a look.

The three of them hurriedly ran out, and when they arrived at the door, they saw a black and oppressive person, Chen Jun, the child, was almost unable to hold down the scene, and there was a yellow-haired woman at the scene to help maintain order and let the audience line up to buy tickets.

"What's going on?" Qiu Wuyu and Shopkeeper Wang couldn't turn their brains.

At seven o'clock, the performance of the cross talk conference of Xiangwen Society officially began, the music sounded, the actors appeared in turn, the audience's response was mediocre, and it was He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai who appeared at the bottom, He Xiangdong saw that the scene was still these people, and his heart sank slightly.