In the next few days, He Xiangdong is seriously interviewing students, the Institute is the reserve talent base of Xiangwen Society, which is related to the future development of Xiangwen Society, and even a century-old plan, but it must not be sloppy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He Xiangdong originally planned to recruit only a dozen students to open the course, but there were too many people to sign up, and there were always a few talented little guys in such a huge base, even if it was one in a hundred, dozens of them could be picked.

Some of the little guys' talents are really good, even He Xiangdong can't help but love talent when he sees it, he is really reluctant to give up these little guys, so the number of people he has set is increasing, so that it exceeds his original budget.

In the end, there were already twenty-seven people. For modern school teaching, twenty-seven students is not enough for a class, but for traditional art transmission, this number is enough to see.

For one disciple and one teaching, these twenty-seven people must have twenty-seven teachings, and this must be tailored to each person.

What kind of style is this person suitable for, and what should he pay attention to when shaking off his baggage. When he does this work, what path should he take, what baggage he can use, and what baggage he can't use......

Knowledge can be taught in large classes, but when it comes to detailed things, it is necessary to teach them by hand, which is not sloppy at all.

On the day Fang Wenqi Crosstalk Institute opened, He Xiangdong was very emotional, he did not invite the media to interview, and even some media sent out requests for interviews, but he still declined.

This is the future of Xiangwen Society, and it can even be said that it is the future of the cross talk world, He Xiangdong plans to build the Institute into a rich company in the cross talk world, and he also wants to make this a holy place in the cross talk world. At this moment, he just wants to stay quietly with these future hopes in the cross talk world, and he doesn't want to be disturbed by the outside world.

Small downstairs, in front of the stele.

The stone tablet is engraved with Fu Liancheng's precepts, and now it is also a precept to the Literary Society.

The twenty-seven young men stood in a row, some looking at He Xiangdong curiously, and some looking at the words on the stone tablet.

He Xiangdong stood in front of the stele, looking at everyone present, showing a gentle smile: "Have you seen this stele, does anyone know the origin of this stele?"

Everyone in the audience was at a loss.

Tao Fangbai smiled confidently, and he said, "Teacher, I know." ”

He Xiangdong also smiled and said, "Then you come and listen." ”

Tao Fangbai said eloquently: "Teacher, this is the precept of Fu Liancheng in the Peking Opera industry, which has been passed down to my protégés, and all students must listen to it respectfully. ”

He Xiangdong nodded: "That's right, he is worthy of being a top student." This is Fu Liancheng's precepts, where is Fu Liancheng, that is the holy land of Peking Opera, in the old social period, countless Peking Opera masters are from Fu Liancheng, Fu Liancheng opened eight branches of art, cultivated countless big horns. ”

He Xiangdong's voice gradually became firmer, and the light in his eyes became more and more vigorous: "And now our Fang Wenqi Cross Talk Institute has put Fu Liancheng's precepts here, the purpose is very clear, we want to be Fu Liancheng in the cross talk world." Fu Liancheng opened eight departments, and we also opened eight departments. And you are the big horns we are going to cultivate, the big horns that are loud, and you are the hope for the future of the cross talk world. ”

As soon as these words came out, the young men standing there were all shocked in their hearts, and their scalps were a little numb.

Because as far as they are concerned, they are actually failures and unproductive people in the eyes of their parents and friends. Most of these people are fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, but if they can be admitted to high school, they also go to study, so why bother to study art.

And their parents sent them to the literary society, but they were also afraid that they would learn badly outside, at least they wouldn't learn badly here, and they also had food and shelter, and they didn't expect them to learn much skills, so they mixed for two years first, and then followed their parents to work and make money when they became adults, this is their fate.

But He Xiangdong now says that they can become big stars in the future, and also says that they are the future hope of the cross talk industry.

When have they, the losers in the eyes of their parents and friends, ever been so valued, most of them are young men who have just graduated from junior high school, and their minds are not yet mature, and as soon as they were encouraged by He Xiangdong's words, these people were all enthusiastic.

Even Tao Fangbai couldn't help but be faintly excited in his heart, saving cross talk from decline, working hard during the trough of quyi, and fighting for a bright future for cross talk, which is much more interesting than him going to be a lawyer.

He Xiangdong looked at everyone again, his eyes were powerful, and his voice was even louder: "My study club is not a tiger's den in Longtan, nor is it a nest of copycat bandits, learning art is very hard, I can tell you in advance, this kind of suffering is several times when you were studying in school, or even more than ten times, if you can't bear it and want to leave, you can, I will never stop you." ”

"But after you leave, you will never be able to enter my place again, and you will have no chance to change your fate. Do you want to go back and continue to be a waste in the eyes of relatives and friends, or do you want to stay here, study the art seriously, endure the hardships, and wait until you become famous and then go back glamorously, so that they can take a good look at your achievements. The choice is yours. ”

The more than 20 young men in the audience were breathing heavily.

"We're not leaving, I don't want to go back and be ridiculed again. Someone shouted loudly, and the tendons on his neck rose.

"I'm not leaving, I don't believe I'm going to be worse than those who get into high school. ”

"I'm not leaving. ”

"I'm not leaving, isn't it just hard, I'm not too hard to work at home every day, I'm not afraid. ”

"I'm not leaving. ”

……

On the second floor, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, the two old men, had been watching He Xiangdong lecture, and the two old men had smiles on their faces.

Fan Wenquan squinted his eyes, and his face was full of a smile of satisfaction: "A new era has begun, isn't it?"

Zhang Wenhai also nodded: "Yes, as a witness and promoter of this new era, are you proud, Lao Fan?"

"Hahaha......" Fan Wenquan laughed heartily, his eyes bursting with dazzling brilliance, "Proud, I've always been proud, because I always believed that we could do it, and we really did it." ”

……

On the day when the institute officially opened, there was a lonely figure wandering in the city of Beijing, this person was Bai Dingtang, he was leaning over, his right hand had been touching his stomach, he had not eaten for two days, and he was dizzy from hunger.

He ran out of his home, and he had more than 300 yuan in his pocket, originally thinking that he would be admitted to the workshop, so that he would not have to worry about eating, and he would be able to explain to his family, and he would be able to study hard in Beijing.

But now he didn't get in, and the money in his pocket has been spent. But the young man's strange self-esteem made him feel embarrassed to ask his parents for money.

I thought that I had to find a job in Beijing as soon as possible, I was an adult, and I had to be able to support myself, and I would call home after I found a job, so that they could rest assured.

But I don't have a penny in my pocket, I have no place to live, I have nothing to eat, I can't find a job, what can I do, I can't starve to death on the street.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening again, and Bai Dingtang was sitting on the side of the road hungry and dizzy, and he had no strength at all.

At this time, Bai Dingtang, who was groggy and groggy, felt that someone had kicked him, and when he looked back, he saw a big man with a black face and a neon sign flashing - Fantasia Song and Dance Hall.