Chapter 622: The Big Fat Man Who Was Stunned
The full name of the Beizhan Theater is the Beijing Exhibition Center Theater, which was built in 1954, and this year is the 50th anniversary. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
With a total of 43 rows and more than 2,700 seats, the Beizhan Theater is a relatively large theater.
The Beizhan Theater is mainly used to receive large-scale ballets, symphonies, operas, dance dramas and large-scale conferences, and occasionally star concerts are selected here to receive crosstalk commercial performances, which is the first time in this area.
It's broken, not only the Beizhan Theater, but also the cross talk world.
On November 15th, the sun was shining.
The performance team of Xiangwen Society went to the backstage of the Beizhan Theater at noon, looking at the bright and bright backstage with excellent decoration, this group of old hats were dazzled, it is really worthy of a commercial performance, this treatment is amazing.
In the afternoon, I first familiarized myself with the theater, which is also the old rule of He Xiangdong, and took the actors in the garden to take a look inside the venue, familiar with the position and angle of the audience, so that it would be convenient to wait for the performance.
Gu Baimo, these middle-aged actors, were faintly excited, not to mention He Xiangdong's apprentices, Chen Jun's eyes were full of light now, looking at all this with envy, and he couldn't be excited.
Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, the two old men, also smiled and bowed their heads, and sighed in their hearts, thinking that when the Xiangwen Society was first established, there were only them and He Xiangdong, and no one came to listen to the cross talk, and the audience was not as large as them.
After more than eight years of tossing and turning, Xiangwen Society finally ushered in today's day and finally ushered in its glory. Seeing this, the hardships I suffered in the past are nothing, everything is worth it, it's really worth it.
He Xiangdong looked back at Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, with tears in their eyes.
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After a while, Hou Sanye and others also came, all of them came with flower baskets to congratulate the success of the first commercial performance of the Xiangwen Society.
In the afternoon, He Xiangdong received congratulations from many famous artists in the Beijing quyi industry, and received a stack of flower baskets, including Teacher Gu from the Storytelling Gate, as well as Su Xiaosheng from the Big Drum Gate, and Teacher Niu from the ventriloquist class also sent congratulatory gifts......
The successful commercial performance of Xiang Wenshe has a very great impact on the entire music industry, and even all the predecessors of Liyuan Xing also sent congratulations.
The atmosphere backstage was very good, but the visiting guests also knew that He Xiangdong was going to prepare for the performance, so they didn't bother much, just chatting a few words.
He Xiangdong also asked his agent to accompany these seniors in the art world, and at this time he could see the benefits of the agent, which could come in handy at this time, and then let a few of his apprentices serve these elders.
Now the people who come here are all real masters in the art world, and their artistic level is high, and it is a great thing that their apprentices can get their guidance. Artists learn art like this, they have to send tea and water to the front of the old artists, and when they are happy, they will teach you something. It's all the same, and the same was true of He Xiangdong when he was a child.
It was almost evening, Zhang Kuoru and Wang Miwei came to the two old men, the two old men came with Xiao He, they have nothing to do now anyway, He Xiangdong has inherited their skills, and there is nothing to teach.
But when you're old, you can't be in a daze at home every day, especially Zhang Kuoru, his son Zhang Qingfeng hasn't given him a grandson or granddaughter until now, he doesn't have the heart to talk about them, and he is tired of talking about them.
He now regards Xiao He as his own grandson, and Zhang Qingfeng is also relieved, he finally doesn't have to bother them, he is also afraid of annoyance.
As for Wang Miwei, this lonely old man is even more speechless, he can't spoil Xiao He anymore, he has to say that he wants to accept Xiao He as a personal disciple and teach him all his skills.
He Xiangdong's nose was almost crooked, if he hadn't seen such a bastard, he would have recognized Wang Miwei as a teacher, but as a result, people would accept Xiao He as an apprentice.
What should I do when the two of them meet in the future? Xiao He calls himself senior brother? Wang Miwei, this old man is too bad.
Tian Jiani is also there, and she is busy with the administrative team of Xiangwen Society. Qiao Yu and his wife from Huantian Media also came over, and this commercial performance was very successful, and they were proud of the spring breeze recently.
Of course, they can't be complacent, after all, the performance hasn't started yet, they also brought the team over today, do all kinds of logistics work, and they must make the commercial performance of Xiang Wenshe go smoothly.
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The backstage is very busy, the gate of the theater is also very busy, most of the scalpers in Beijing have come over, today is the last day to collect and sell tickets, and you can make a lot of money by getting a little bit.
The street outside Xizhimen is very lively, there are people who come to listen to cross talk, there are also people who don't buy tickets and are ready to find scalpers, as well as scalpers in Beijing, plus reporters and media, the street is full of people, and the theater has not yet opened to release people.
The police also came to maintain order, and the police are very hard at a big show like this, and they have to take responsibility for something that happens. But if you maintain order well, it will be easy to offend people, and it will be easy to be scolded, and the thankless work will be more miserable.
Now it's getting dark, the entrance of the Beizhan Theater is already crowded, at this time from the Beijing Zoo swaying out of a big fat man, as soon as he comes, the light at the door is a little dimmer, this person is like a mountain.
The big fat man walked into the crowd and asked someone: "Excuse me, let me ask if Xiang Wenshe is performing here?"
The man had a bag wrapped around his waist and hurriedly said, "That's right, right here, do you have a ticket?"
The big fat man shook his head: "No." ”
The man shook the ticket in his hand and asked, "I have it, do you want a ticket?"
Gotcha, the big fat man has met a scalper.
The big fat man asked, "How much is it?" ”
The man replied: "You want the front row and the back row, the location is different, the price is different." ”
The big fat man replied, "Just give me the cheapest one." ”
The man took one out of his bag and said, "Five hundred." ”
The big fat man's tone changed: "How much?"
The man shook the ticket and said, "Don't be too expensive, now the tickets to the literary society are too popular, we can't receive a few, and the ticket price we charge is also high, so the sale is high, and we will earn a hard money, so you sincerely want me to give you 488." ”
The big fat man was speechless for a while, and looked at the door of the Beizhan Theater in a daze, stunned.
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At six o'clock, an hour before the start of the show, the theater began to release people, and the audience checked their tickets to enter the venue.
The scalpers also began to jump up at this time, and those who had tickets in hand had to come out, otherwise when the show started, the tickets would be worthless.
The audience is entering, but it is not only the audience that enters.