After all, Gao Junsheng packed up his things and left Beijing for Wuhan, and escaped from Beijing in embarrassment, but He Xiangdong firmly believed that Gao Junsheng would come back, and at that time, I am afraid that he would surprise everyone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He Xiangdong has also seen many people over the years, but Gao Junsheng is definitely one of the dragons and phoenixes, this person is not simple, as long as he is alive, he will definitely be a character in the future.

He Xiangdong shook his head and sighed that the actors of Gao Junsheng Drama Club are too visionless, how can they judge heroes by temporary success or failure, and these people may regret it in the future.

After lunch, He Xiangdong began to prepare for the afternoon performance, and the two old gentlemen, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan, called to say that they were not coming, and that they had found a good garden, saying that they wanted to go over and have a look.

He Xiangdong was also very happy, and then called Gu Baimo, who was opening a taxi, back, there were not enough people, he couldn't help it, Gu Baimo looked sad and resentful, He Xiangdong raised his head and looked up at the sky and chose to ignore it.

In the afternoon, there were four people, He Xiangdong, Gu Baimo, Li Quanjiang and Guo Qing, the four of them took turns to fight, the counterpart group spoke single-stand, Allegro Taiping lyrics, and all kinds of music and art were shown, the more this kind of performance that sells money, the more difficult it is to perform, you have to make the audience feel that his ticket money is worth it, so that people can come back next time.

Therefore, the actor must work hard, and he must perform what the audience really likes to see, so why is the real cross talk art in the folk, and the reason is here.

In the afternoon, the crowd was bleak, and more than 30 people came, which is almost the normal situation in the afternoon, and it will be much better in the evening.

After the performance, it was already evening, He Xiangdong took off his clothes and rested on the chair backstage, the performance was also very tiring, Chen Jun had already gone out to buy dinner.

Just when He Xiangdong was lying down and pretending to sleep, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan came back, and the two came in to see He Xiangdong lying down and sleeping, the two of them were so angry.

Zhang Wenhai kicked on the recliner with one foot, the recliner did not move at all, He Xiangdong's terrifying weight suppression, it was really solid, Zhang Wenhai was even more angry when he saw it, and scolded: "Okay, you He Xiangdong, we two old guys went out and were tired and tired, but you were lying here and sleeping." I'll kick you to death, and I won't be able to kick you anymore. ”

He Xiangdong was startled by Zhang Wenhai's roar, hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw that it was these two people, and He Xiangdong's whole body was full of energy: "Hey, ouch, I said Mr. Zhang, don't be so surprised, I thought it was who was going to smash the field." You're still kicking me, why don't I feel it at all?"

Hearing this, Fan Wenquan also rolled his eyes.

Zhang Wenhai's nose was even more crooked, and his words were incomplete: "I'm ...... Hey, you're ......"

He Xiangdong asked, "Hey, didn't you go to see the garden, what's going on there?"

"Hmph. Zhang Wenhai snorted coldly and ignored him.

Fan Wenquan touched his nose and smiled, knowing that these two men were funny, he said: "We took a look and found that it was okay, this is a teahouse, if the audience is full, it can seat almost 200 people, it is an old-fashioned teahouse, and there are also private rooms on the second floor." ”

He Xiangdong got up from the recliner and took the initiative to bring chairs to the two old gentlemen, the old man was like a child, he had to coax, he said: "You two sit first, the teahouse, this is very good, there is an atmosphere of cross talk, isn't cross talk just from the teahouse." ”

The current theater of Xiangwen Society is a movie theater, and the audience is sitting on the sofa in rows, which is completely different from the atmosphere of the teahouse drinking tea and knocking melon seeds.

Of course, the business model of these two theaters is also different. Now the garden on the side of Xiangwen Society is run by He Xiangdong and his family, including water and electricity bills and rent, all of which are paid by He Xiangdong himself, and the money from selling tickets is also held by themselves.

But the teahouse is different, he originally had an institution in operation, including tea drinks, waiters, and tea masters are all people from the teahouse, He Xiangdong's team used to cooperate with others, and it was necessary to re-determine the business mode and account sharing model.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan sat down, Zhang Wenhai didn't actually get angry with He Xiangdong, he liked to tease He Xiangdong like this.

He Xiangdong asked again: "Where is the teahouse?"

Zhang Wenhai replied: "On the other side of the overpass." ”

"Overpass?" He Xiangdong frowned, the overpass is in the South Second Ring Road, in Xicheng District, and the current Xiangwen Society is in Fengtai District, still on the edge of the Third Ring Road, these two places are a little far away, if they are too far, it is not easy for old audiences to be attracted to it.

Zhang Wenhai's face also sank a little, and said: "This area in the neighborhood is going to be demolished and rebuilt, and many old viewers who live nearby are also going to move, alas." And it's really hard to find a small theater suitable for us to talk about cross talk, and now that cross talk is sluggish, many places are reluctant to ask us to talk about cross talk. ”

He Xiangdong was silent.

Fan Wenquan's brows were also furrowed.

Zhang Wenhai sighed and continued: "I have found a lot of friends with Lao Fan, and I also searched for a long time to find the teahouse on the flyover, where the location is good, and there are many old toys on the flyover, and the traditional art atmosphere is very good. The owner of the teahouse also often invites opera artists to perform, so this place is very suitable for us. ”

He Xiangdong nodded: "Okay, let's go over tomorrow and talk to the boss, let's move over after the negotiation is completed, you two must have picked a good place." ”

Yi Shunding, a famous poet at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, wrote such a poem in "Tianqiao Song": "Wine flags play drums in Tianqiao City, how many tourists do not remember their homes", which is the grand occasion of Tianqiao that year.

There are several places where traditional opera is particularly prosperous, such as Beijing Tianqiao, Tianjin Sanzhi, and Nanjing Confucius Temple, which are extremely lively in the old society, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most lively place in that city.

And these places are all brought up by the people of the rivers and lakes, Beijing Tianqiao and Tianjin's three regardless of the beginning, in fact, they are just stinky puddles full of mud, and no one wants to go.

Later, the local gentry and wealthy families wanted to develop these places, so they invited people from all over the world to come here to do business, so those who talked about cross talk, those who commented on stories, those who played tricks, those who played tricks, those who played tricks, those who picked generals, and sold all kinds of gadgets.

In those days, there were no entertainment activities, there were artists to perform, and the people of ten miles and eight towns would come over the mountains and mountains to come to see it, not to mention this kind of big scene of group performances by Jianghu people, and there were all kinds of stalls and goods to buy.

Therefore, it didn't take long for Tianqiao and Sanzhi to be very lively, and it was no longer the stinky ditch that it was back then, but it became a very prosperous and lively place, and the gentry who bought the land here early also made a lot of money.

Therefore, although the artists of the rivers and lakes at that time were a ninth-rate industry, they also had the magical power to attract audiences to prosper the place.

After the founding of New China, artists entered professional troupes, and commerce was collectivized, and ordinary people were not allowed to set up their own stalls to sell things, and places such as flyovers declined.

Even now, after the reform and opening up, flyovers and other places are not as prosperous as they were at the beginning, after all, the times have changed.