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The man also smiled: "Yes, this is a good opportunity, how can I be willing to let it go." ”

He Xiangdong said: "It's been more than half a year since the last Xi'an farewell, Brother Fu is doing well?"

This person is Fu Sheng, who fought with He Xiangdong in Xi'an last time, and the acquaintance He Xiangdong saw in a trance at the gate of that school during the first test was him.

It's just that I didn't expect him to come to participate in the Peony Award. Fu Sheng will say stand-up comedy, but he also has a storyteller.

Now there is no longer a long stand-up comedy on the cross talk stage, so they can't go up to the competition to perform. A long stand-up is a storyteller, which is different from stand-up comedy and stand-up jokes, and the criteria for judging are naturally different.

Now no one says long stand-up, just two or three people, so don't these people make it to the finals? Because they don't have any competitors.

So I won't list the long stand-up alone, if you want to talk about the long stand-up, go to the storytelling side, anyway, everyone is telling the story, the form is the same, and the judging criteria are the same.

So He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng are here, they can come anyway to comment on the story, and they are just storytelling.

Fu Sheng asked, "Is Old Man Wang okay?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "The old man is in Beijing, and when the performance is finished here, I will take you to meet him." ”

"Good. Fu Sheng responded in one bite.

After a pause, Fu Sheng asked again: "You have already worshipped the old man as a teacher, right?" ”

He Xiangdong laughed dryly, he and the old man Wang Miwei really couldn't say a word or two, so he avoided the important and said lightly: "I'm learning from the old man now." ”

Fu Sheng nodded and said with a smile: "This is a good thing, the old man is capable, I have benefited a lot from the old man's advice back then, not to mention you, the heir to the mantle." Alas, I don't know what your current level is, I'm afraid it's completely better than me. ”

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled, waved his hand and said: "What Brother Fu said, I am just a stupid bird flying first and studying hard, and now I can only listen to the books I am talking about, but I dare not compare with you." ”

People live with a face, and trees live with a skin. Artists pay great attention to their own reputation and reputation, so the old rivers and lakes talk to each other when they meet, and only the fledgling stunned young man will be self-righteous above the top.

Fu Sheng also laughed a few times, and didn't say much, in the last battle in Xi'an, although He Xiangdong also had the strength to be close to the famous masters, he still lost to himself.

Now that more than half a year has passed, Fu Sheng doesn't know how far this person's strength has grown. But I don't think it will improve by leaps and bounds, after all, this person is too young.

Being young means that the accumulation is not enough, and the foundation is thin, even if there is a grandmaster like Wang Miwei to guide, there will not be much progress in the future. If a middle-aged person who has studied stand-up comedy for decades gets Wang Miwei's guidance, it will really be like seeing the clouds and getting enlightened, and it is not surprising that his storytelling skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Traditional artists need to learn from a teacher, because if you try to figure it out on your own, you may not be able to find that layer of window paper in your life. And if there is a famous teacher to give you guidance, it will be much easier, you can't touch the window paper people have already experienced it many times, a little mention to you, you can suddenly open up.

At the beginning, Wang Miwei gave Fu Sheng a little guidance and told him where the window paper was, and Fu Sheng was like an initiation.

After all, He Xiangdong is too young, without decades of accumulation, even if he learns from a famous teacher, it can only come step by step, and it is impossible to advance by leaps and bounds.

So Fu Sheng was still complimenting He Xiangdong verbally, but in his heart, he still thought that He Xiangdong was inferior to himself.

He Xiangdong just smiled and didn't say much, when he saw Fu Sheng again, he also had the idea of a battle in his heart, and he also wanted to verify what his current level was.

"Can you really beat this former opponent?" While talking and laughing, He Xiangdong's eyes lit up with fire.

After the opening competition of the theater, He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng walked inside, Fu Sheng looked at He Xiangdong's back, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he thought to himself: "This son's storytelling achievement will be above me in the future, but now...... Hehe, I'm afraid I'll only be able to beat him again this time......"

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The storytelling competition officially began, and the jury of the storytelling competition was not as spectacular as cross talk, they only had twelve teachers, but they included the wrists of various genres.

Mr. Gu, the vice chairman of the music association, is currently the head of the storytelling industry, but he is not the chief judge of the jury today, so he can only sit respectfully next to the gray-haired old man.

This old man's name is Bai Kuoshan, and his status in the storytelling industry is still above that of Teacher Gu, and he is the Taishan Beidou in the storytelling world, but now that he is retired, he doesn't care about anything, but this time the Peony Award still invited Mr. Bai Kuoshan out to suppress the formation.

Teacher Gu is already a member of the storytelling family, but he still has great respect for Mr. Bai Kuoshan, he is one generation lower than Bai Lao, and he is a disciple.

Teacher Gu said: "Uncle Bai, you have worked hard to help us check it well." ”

Mr. Bai Kuoshan's beard is already white, and there is an old age spot on his face, but his complexion is not bad, and his voice is very clear: "It's okay, it's a pleasure to see our current level of storytellers, I can't say that I can find a few good seedlings." ”

Teacher Gu said with a smile: "Yes, Uncle Shi, you have a unique vision, I hope that the level of these juniors can enter your eyes." ”

Bai Kuoshan asked with a smile: "Jian Tao, your apprentice Xiao Du should be the top among the younger generation now." ”

When he mentioned his apprentice, Mr. Gu's face was filled with a proud smile, his apprentice is the first person in the young generation of storytellers today, only in his thirties, but he has already won all the awards he can win in China.

And he said a long commentary in the radio group, and the listening rate was quite high, even surpassing the ratings of most TV programs, you must know that now is the era of television, and no one listens to the radio anymore, but his apprentice Du Yuefeng can still do this, what a rare thing it is.

At present, the hottest storyteller in the storytelling industry is probably Du Yuefeng, and the predecessors in the storytelling industry all have high hopes for Du Yuefeng, and they all think that he will definitely grow into the mainstay of storytelling in the future. Teacher Gu has carefully cultivated Du Yuefeng, and he is ready to let his beloved apprentice take over his class.

Teacher Gu was very satisfied with his apprentice in his heart, but he was still very polite: "Xiao Du is okay in Beijing, but today's Peony Award brings together storytellers from all over the country, China is so big, there are Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons everywhere, there must be more powerful young people than Xiao Du, Xiao Du's ability is nothing in the country." ”

Bai Kuoshan glanced at Mr. Gu lightly, and he could see what Mr. Gu was thinking at a glance, but he said that Xiao Du's storytelling was indeed very good, and he was no longer weaker than the older generation, and he was respected by his peers as the first person of the younger generation.

"But will the lad come? Bai Kuoshan's eyes were gloomy, and a huge figure appeared in his eyes.