He Xiangdong, who was holding back the fire, went to find the master, of course it was not a complaint, he planned to ponder the burden with the master, but unfortunately Fang Wenqi refused to help him, saying that this time he would let him get everything by himself, and the two masters would not help the apprentice.

He Xiangdong was so depressed that he could only silently walk aside and ponder the burden by himself.

Three days later, the group set off for Tianjin.

Bai Qiang and Tian Jiani also followed, this old man has to watch the excitement, and no one can take him. The group went to Tianjin, where the county seat was rushed to catch a car, and did not come to the door of the club until the afternoon.

This small theater is called Liancheng Quyi Club, mainly performing Peking Opera and Pingju, and the manager in it is called Lin Zhengjun, a very shrewd and capable businessman, and he is also very knowledgeable, and he is a good friend of Fan Wenquan.

In the afternoon, they arrived at Manager Lin's office, Lin Zhengjun sat on the sofa with the three old men, and the three children stood behind without sitting down.

Lin Zhengjun poured tea for several people one by one, and said with a smile: "Old Fan, you haven't been to Tianjin Wei for a while, I almost forgot what you look like?"

Fan Wenquan took a sip of tea and quipped: "You, the boss, are afraid that you have been corrupted by the sugar-coated shells of capitalism, of course you have forgotten about me, a proletarian element." ”

Lin Zhengjun shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, and said, "What age is this, you still come to this set." ”

"Hey, hey. Fan Wenquan grinned.

Lin Zhengjun looked at Bai Qiang and Fang Wenqi who were sitting, and said to Fan Wenquan: "Why don't you introduce me to these friends who came today." ”

"Hey, you just take the two of them as my attendant. Fan Wenquan said.

Bai Qiang stopped doing it at that time, and scolded with a smile: "Who are you following? ”

Lin Zhengjun also said: "Okay, Lao Fan, don't make trouble, hurry up and introduce me to my brother, I don't know Taishan in the province, and I collided with the two." ”

"Done. Fan Wenquan put down the teacup, pointed at Bai Qiang, and introduced: "The guy who was smiling just now is called Bai Qiang, who sings the Beijing rhyme drum of the Luo School, and works in the Quyi Troupe. ”

Bai Qiang rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Lin Zhengjun stood up, smiled and arched his hand: "It turned out to be Mr. Bai, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Bai Qiang also stood up and said the same way: "Manager Lin, you are polite." ”

The two politely sat down.

Fan Wenquan continued: "The one on my right is my senior brother I often talk to you about, Fang Wenqi. ”

Lin Zhengjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise: "You are Fang Wenqi, Mr. Fang?"

Fang Wenqi was also very polite and said, "It's me, Manager Lin will be glad to meet me." ”

Lin Zhengjun hurriedly stepped forward and shook Fang Wenqi's hand, and said excitedly: "Mr. Fang, I grew up listening to your cross talk when I was a child, and at that time, the radio station was full of your cross talk, and I went to watch it with my father when you came to Tianjin to perform." ”

Fang Wenqi seemed to remember the past, and thought: "When I came to Tianjin to perform, it should have been more than 20 years ago." ”

Lin Zhengjun nodded and sighed: "Yes, so many years have passed in a flash, Mr. Fang, you can look old now, and I have heard a lot of things about you...... Alas, you have suffered a lot over the years. ”

Fang Wenqi's thin face squeezed out a smile, and said, "There is nothing to suffer from sin, I am born old." ”

Lin Zhengjun looked at Fang Wenqi deeply several times, sighed silently, and sat down.

Fan Wenquan continued to introduce him to the three little guys, and the three children also went up to say hello one by one, when He Xiangdong stepped forward to say hello, Guo Qing was still nervous, he was really afraid that He Xiangdong would not kneel down again, that thing was too scary.

It's just that He Xiangdong has no interest in this, just bow to Lin Zhengjun and make a junior salute, but he doesn't kneel when he sees someone, Fan Wenquan is his own uncle, kneeling is the right thing to do, forget about others.

Fan Wenquan also told Lin Zhengjun about the competition between the two children.

Lin Zhengjun readily agreed, patted his chest and said: "Okay, this is no problem, in this way, I will arrange for you to live first, our club is open in two compartments, one in the afternoon, one in the evening, tomorrow night I will hold a cross talk special show, okay?"

Fan Wenquan's eyes lit up, looked at Lin Zhengjun with appreciation, and said: "Yes, Lao Lin, you are full of courage, you praise these two children like this, okay, I look at the cross talk special is quite good." ”

Lin Zhengjun smiled slyly and said, "Can't it be just these two children, the audience will take a look, and watch the performances of the two children, won't they smash my theater?"

Fan Wenquan immediately knew what kind of crooked idea Lin Zhengjun was fighting, and immediately pointed to the other party and said with a smile: "Okay, you Lin Zhengjun, the shrewdness of the businessman is all on you, and you want to fight the idea of the two of us?"

Lin Zhengjun didn't care at all about Fan Wenquan's accusation, and still smiled: "Don't you all have the tradition of seniors promoting juniors in this industry, this is your own apprentice, and it should be a match, besides, the boss of this party is finally here, I can't let go of this opportunity, I haven't heard his cross talk for many years." ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Don't call me boss, I'm just a folk artist, but I can't afford to be called this title." ”

Lin Zhengjun said: "You are too modest, you definitely deserve it." ”

Boss is not a name for those who do business in later generations, but an honorific title for artists in the old society, just like Mr. Mei Lanfang is called Boss Mei, and Mr. Ma Lianliang is called Boss Ma.

Fan Wenquan asked, "Senior brother, do you think we are going to go up or not?"

Fang Wenqi also smiled: "I don't care, I'm not organized and disciplined anyway, I don't mean it anywhere, it's okay on the street, it's okay at someone else's house, and the theater is no problem." ”

The actors of that era were all state workers, they were paid by the state, they were organized and disciplined, and they were not allowed to perform privately, let alone run to collect money.

At that time, all opera actors, opera performers, acrobats, TV actors, and musical actors performing programs or filming movies had to be arranged uniformly within the troupe, and the salary and allowance were also uniformly stipulated.

However, after the 80s, with the development of the economy, the advertising industry gradually flourished, and the folk entertainment activities became more and more prosperous. However, at that time, running the cave was like being a thief, no one dared to come publicly, and once it was discovered, it would be a punishment immediately, and if it was serious, it would be lost to the iron rice bowl.

Fan Wenquan is not afraid of performing privately, he doesn't take money, and it is a small performance with only 100 people, even if he is discovered, it will be criticized at most, and it will not matter if he is about to retire.

He said: "You have no problem, of course I have no problem, senior brother, how many years have we not talked about cross talk together?"

Fang Wenqi squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, and said uncertainly: "I'm afraid it's been thirty years." ”

Fan Wenquan was also very emotional: "Yes, it's been so long, it's all because of this world." Senior brother, who will do the work and who will measure the work this time?"

Fang Wenqi said: "I'll do the work, you come to measure the work, you were in the tea house back then, but the public work, senior brother believes you." ”

Fan Wenquan nodded and smiled: "Okay, then I'll give you another hand, senior brother." ”

Fang Wenqi had a reminiscing smile on his face, and he didn't know what he remembered.

Lin Zhengjun and Bai Qiang both showed heavy and expectant smiles, and they could finally hear these two talking about cross talk again.