Before the liberation, there were two Jingjie kings, one was Mr. Wang Jiekui, who was a storyteller, and this Mr. Wang was a generation higher than Zhang Kuoru. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Speaking of this Mr. Wang Jiekui, it is particularly interesting, the old gentleman said that the biggest feature of storytelling is meticulousness, which is simply meticulous.

This master is best at talking about the three heroes and five righteousness, the Bao Gong case, which is particularly detailed, and there are still some details that people talk about.

For example, Bao Xing'er poured tea, from walking, closing the door, walking on this road, how many steps he walked, then turned a corner and changed the road, and how many steps he walked to the kitchen, and then picked up a teapot of what style, filled it with water, put it on a stove of what kind of way, and then took the tea leaves from the ceramic jar, took more and put some back, put back more, and took a little more......

Anyway, it's too detailed, and all kinds of details are there. Of course, there must be no problem with this kind of performance style, otherwise he would not be called the king of clean streets.

Before the liberation, the old man talked about the Bao Gong case on some commercial radio stations in Beijing, and at that time there were radios in every store, and the shopkeepers also liked to listen to them.

So as long as the old man started, there was no one on the street, and they all crowded into other people's stores and didn't come out, which is the origin of the name of the king of clean streets.

There is also a well-known Jingjie King is Wang Yuanfeng, who is now Wang Miwei, who is a strange person in the cross talk world. The performance venue for cross talk is usually in the tea house or garden, even if there is a stand-up comedy, few people go to the bookstore, they all finish a paragraph in the teahouse, and then ask for money.

But this master is the opposite, lingering in the bookstore all day long, and mixing alone with a group of storytellers.

There are rules for storytelling in the bookstore, not just random messing. Usually the owner of the bookstore asks a storyteller to talk about the book, finds five or six people, and discusses the books of my bookstore for this year, and a few of you will tell them, and I will no longer look for others.

You artists also discussed the bibliography of storytelling, and the time to save them bumped into each other, and there was time for the bibliography, and after a few months, you couldn't go to other venues during the time of storytelling.

Also, you should also say hello to the storytellers in the surrounding bookstores, and try not to say the same book at the same time to avoid vicious competition.

So the artists of that year were competitive, but they also had to rely on morality to sell face, as the so-called city wall is ten thousand feet high, all rely on the help of friends.

Wang Miwei met Zhang Kuoru when he was telling stories in the bookstore, at first the two were storytelling in two bookstores, it was a competitive relationship, and they also fought a few arts, but they didn't know each other, in the process of fighting, they admired each other's artistic level very much, but became friends, and later they also told stories and sold art in a bookstore.

Zhang Kuoru's understanding of stand-up comedy is basically known from Wang Miwei's mouth, in fact, storytelling is very similar to stand-up comedy, and there is not much difference in art form, but stand-up is more focused on making fun, that's all.

Wang Miwei is not close to the cross talk world because she has been telling stories in the bookstore all the year round, and there are even many people who think that Wang Miwei is a storyteller, because there is no one who talks about cross talk all day long, and the cross talk is mainly about talking about the counterpart, and telling stories is just to say something new to make money.

After the founding of New China, a large number of artists entered the national quyi troupe, but Wang Miwei did not, and later I didn't know where this person went, and many people thought he was dead.

With the passing of the older generation, and Wang Miwei has no heirs to maintain his reputation for him, so the stand-up comedy King of Jingjie who was a stand-up comedy for a while was slowly forgotten, unless it was an old artist who had experienced that era, otherwise later people really didn't know how powerful this master was.

At this moment, He Xiangdong was shocked beyond measure, his master especially admired the King of Jingjie, and he also came to the door to ask for advice when he was young, and respected this master, He Xiangdong never thought that the King of Jingjie was actually Wang Miwei in front of him, and this master actually had to go up to the son to accept himself as an apprentice.

He Xiangdong's head was a little dizzy, he felt that his brain was about to stop spinning, and the King of Jingjie wanted to take him as an apprentice? If this matter was known by the master, it was estimated that the old man would have to go crazy.

Chen Jun was stunned when he took the half-bitten bun, although he couldn't understand what the few people in front of him were saying, but it was so powerful.

Zhang Kuoru laughed and said badly to Wang Miwei: "Come, King Jingjie, say a few words and talk about the acceptance speech." ”

"Tell me about your uncle. These four words were squeezed out of Wang Miwei's teeth.

Zhang Kuoru was not annoyed at all, his face flushed with excitement, and he wiped the tears that he held back with a tissue: "Oh, King Jingjie, hahaha, doesn't it mean that your inheritance is very strict, you must have a generation of famous artists in their twenties, generations of heroes, stand-up comedy has always been the strongest, even if it is compared with our storytelling, it is not at all afraid." What's the matter, now smash the inside of your hand, you meet someone who refuses to apprentice, I want to see how you cry now. ”

"Hahaha, you're going to be eighty too, but you haven't lived for a few years, you can't even train a successor over the years, you're too a failure, you look at me and I can get such an apprentice just for nothing, don't be envious, it's useless to envy, my apprentice is not interested in worshipping you as a teacher." Also, I estimate that even if Dongzi doesn't apprentice, you have to pass on your skills to him, because you don't have time to find a successor, Wang Yuanfeng, Wang Yuanfeng, you have been shrewd all your life, and when you are coming, you still have to cheapen our Zhang family, hahahaha. ”

Wang Miwei strained her face, her face was about to be distorted, and sure enough, everything was guessed by this old bastard, she was so miserable, and this old bastard was still so gloating. If she was twenty years younger, Wang Miwei felt that she would definitely be able to hammer this old bastard to death.

Zhang Kuoru got cheap and sold well: "Old boy, let me tell you, you have to coax me from now on, endure me, let me, He Xiangdong is my apprentice, be careful I don't let him find a successor for you, so that your branch will directly break the inheritance." ”

"You dare?" Wang Miwei's eyes widened.

Zhang Kuoru said provocatively: "What do I dare not do, master and apprentice are like father and son, he dares not to listen to me? If I don't listen, I will die now." ”

He Xiangdong and Chen Jun were both dumbfounded, the two of them had never seen Zhang Kuoru have such a faceless side, it seems that they are still hiding too deeply.

Wang Miwei slapped the table and said angrily: "Lao Tzu doesn't teach anymore." ”

Zhang Kuoru is like an old god in the road: "If you don't teach, don't teach if you have the ability, if you teach, you are my grandson, a generation with our family's Xiaojun, come to Xiaojun, call the eldest brother." ”

Chen Jun didn't know if his brain was pumping or what, so he really opened his mouth and shouted: "Big brother." ”

"It's too much deception!" Wang Miwei, who was furious, didn't care whether she was twenty years younger or not, picked up the bun on the table and threw it at Zhang Kuoru.

He Xiangdong hurriedly went up to persuade him. (To be continued.) )