He Xiangdong said: "This is not suitable for the names of our two juniors, you two are seniors, or ......."

Fan Wenquan waved his hand and interrupted He Xiangdong's words, he said: "As long as the name can be heard and used, our cross talk has always been a person who keeps alive and not a person who lives to protect people, if one day we become popular, it will definitely not be because of the three words Xiang Jiashe, it is because of people." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info You can't do it, the audience doesn't like to hear it, even if you change your name to Lingxiao Treasure Palace, it's useless, you have the ability, even if you change it to the same person as the Da Lao Wang Cross Talk Club. If we become big in the future and want to recruit actors, we must put our ability first. ”

He Xiangdong nodded and arched his hand: "I've been taught, uncle." ”

Zhang Wenhai was stunned for a moment, and said, "I didn't even think about it like this, but you can still say so many ways by watching from the side?"

The crowd laughed too.

Xiang Jiashe was established in this way, the name is not bad, this is settled, it is simple to say cross talk, make a sign and hang it outside, and put the gown and table to perform in the backstage.

Two days later, Xiangjia Society officially opened and staged a cross talk conference. The next day, He Xiangdong took out 6,000 yuan and sent it to Liu Qingyang, and now he still has 300 yuan left in his assets.

He told Zhang Wenhai that he had saved a lot of money over the years just to talk, but in fact, he really had no money, the 6,000 yuan was all his family funds, and this time he got into it, and now he is really poor enough to eat.

Now the only hope is that the opening of Xiangjiashe can attract a lot of customers, otherwise he can't even earn money for food, so he also spent 50 yuan to buy a second-hand broken bicycle from a person who pushes a bicycle to sell.

As for who originally owned this car, I can't live anymore, so it doesn't matter who it is. He didn't even have the money to take the bus, so he could only pedal more than 20 kilometers a day to talk about cross talk, and this broken bicycle was really broken, except for the bell that didn't ring, the rest rang everywhere, He Xiangdong didn't re-lock it, and it was estimated that no one wanted to send it away in the city center.

In the early morning of the third day, when the sky was just dawning, He Xiangdong pedaled his broken bicycle that sounded everywhere from Daxing to Fengtai Xiangjiashe, and the traffic was busy along the way, accompanied by squeaky sounds.

It took more than three hours to ride to the entrance of the theater, and the signboard on the gate was also hung up, and the small billboard made by someone with the three big characters of Xiangjiashe written on it was hung at the entrance of the theater.

There is also a small blackboard at the door, which used to be called a drama newspaper, on which to write down the actors and programs to be performed, today's programs are all their grandfather's, there is a small table next to it, Fan Wenquan sits behind the table and sells tickets, he is on the back, and he has time to stare at it for a while.

He Xiangdong found a place to park his bicycle, and then walked to Fan Wenquan to say hello: "Uncle Shi came early enough, did Mr. Zhang come?"

Fan Wenquan's face was a little gloomy, and he said, "Here, sulk in the background." ”

He Xiangdong asked, "What's the matter? Who messed with him?"

Fan Wenquan said: "Who else can it be, peers, we greeted our peers the day before yesterday, saying that we were performing a cross talk conference here, and hoped that they would come to support the venue when we opened, but then they didn't come, and the good relationship sent two flower baskets." ”

He Xiangdong was surprised: "Ah, no, you don't want to come?"

Fan Wenquan sighed lightly and said: "They are all professional groups, and they all eat national food, how can they look at such a small group as the people, and it is just our grandfather." Now I don't know how many people are waiting to see our jokes, Dongzi, you are still young, and there are very few people who talk about cross talk, and you don't know a lot of things. Our line of work is like this, if you don't have the ability, others will look down on you, if you have the ability, others will be jealous of you and hold back to hurt you. Alas, I saw it with my own eyes, there used to be cross talk actors talking on stage, and there were peers below who were blindly entertaining and coaxing in unhappy places. ”

He Xiangdong's expression was also a little heavier, and he said: "Uncle Shi, don't worry about that, we don't rely on them to help, it's a matter of mind whether to send blessings or not, just forget it if you don't want to." Let's do it ourselves, and just talk about cross talk. ”

Fan Wenquan also nodded and said, "It's this reason, you said that the sun has been rising for a while now, why hasn't anyone bought tickets yet?"

He Xiangdong smiled and said: "It's still early, it's only 8 o'clock, we will start at 9:30 in the morning, and there is still time, I'll go backstage to see Mr. Zhang first." ”

Fan Wenquan waved his hand and said, "Go quickly." ”

He Xiangdong smiled and ran backstage.

There are only three actors in this theater, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai are both retirees, and they both get retirement salaries, and they don't point to you to pay salaries, He Xiangdong is ready to talk from morning to night, he is pointing to this person who eats, and he can't live anymore.

When I got to the backstage, sure enough, there were a few flower baskets there, Zhang Wenhai, the old man, sat alone and sulked, He Xiangdong smiled, and he could only go over and persuade him, this old man's temper was quite big, and he didn't stop scolding for a long time.

He Xiangdong is just smiling, the world is cold and cold, the poor are in the downtown and no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains, alas, there is no point in mentioning more.

He changed into a coat and began to prepare, but this time and again, there was always no one, it was almost ten o'clock, and there was no one, which made him a little panicked, and they all stood at the door and waited.

Seeing the pedestrians passing by at the door, no one stopped, and occasionally someone stopped a little, just glanced at the drama newspaper, and before He Xiangdong showed a smiling face, they left.

He Xiangdong scratched his head and said to Fan Wenquan, who sold tickets: "Uncle Shi, why haven't you sold a single ticket this morning?"

Fan Wenquan was also a little anxious, he said: "Yes, it's just that no one is coming, isn't everyone busy in the morning." ”

He Xiangdong was also anxious: "It's possible, but it's not like there is no one, isn't our 10 yuan ticket a bit high?"

Fan Wenquan said: "No, now it's going to be twenty or thirty to watch a movie for an hour and a half, we will perform it live, and we will perform it for a morning, this 10 yuan is not expensive." ”

He Xiangdong smashed the tooth flower and said: "That's right, uncle, let's set 10 yuan in the morning, if there is no one, let's try 5 yuan a piece in the afternoon, we can't dumb fire on the first day of opening." ”

Fan Wenquan thought for a while and said, "It's okay." ”

It turned out that not a single ticket was sold in the morning, and even Zhang Wenhai was in a hurry, so he finally changed the ticket price to 5 yuan a ticket, so he couldn't really be dumb on the first day of opening.

The drama newspaper is still hanging outside, with a line written underneath, 5 yuan to listen to for an afternoon, and it is not possible to get a full refund. This is He Xiangdong's advertisement of borrowing from people to buy donkeys and roll, not sweet and not money, this is a meaning.

This is also the limit that He Xiangdong can come up with, there is no title party this year, and he wrote "Five things you don't know when listening to cross talk" in the drama newspaper, "My wife is not there, and my husband secretly listens to that kind of cross talk".

This is guaranteed to be red.

But even though it was advertised at a reduced price, there were only four people at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no way, so I could only say it first, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai changed into coats and went up, He Xiangdong teased, Zhang Wenhai, the old man with a wilted mouth, gave him a job.

The two bowed to the four audience, and He Xiangdong said: "Today, let's have a paragraph first, and first introduce the old gentleman next to me, this is named Zhang Wenhai, an old-timer of the literary generation." ”

Zhang Wenhai's voice was very hoarse, and he said, "Eh, it's me." ”

He Xiangdong said: "Don't look at our Mr. Zhang still performing at his age, his family is happy and harmonious, and his relationship with his children is very good." ”

Zhang Wenhai smiled: "It's good, they are quite filial." ”

He Xiangdong said again: "The children are filial, and you also care about the children." ”

Zhang Wenhai said: "This is how it should be, be a father." ”

He Xiangdong picked up the folding fan on the table and put it next to his mouth and swung it: "I remember last time, you saw your daughter eating popsicles." Yo, you'll be amazed when you look at it. ”

"What's going on, this?"

He Xiangdong's eyes widened and asked, "Yo, girl, have you got a boyfriend?"

"Poof......" The audience couldn't hold back and laughed. There was also a couple who came, and the girl blushed and burrowed into the boy's arms, and the boy laughed too.

Zhang Wenhai was dumbfounded, and said with a broken mouth: "How can I see this, I ...... this"

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