When he left the store, the little fat man was still asking, "Dongzi, why did you give them all the money?"

He Xiangdong smiled provocatively: "It's not that people with ability don't need money to eat, I'll let them see what it means to be a capable person tomorrow, don't make their store take off, I'll give them their surname." ”

The little fat man was still a little worried, and asked, "Ah, wouldn't this be bad, what if they retaliate against you?"

He Xiangdong shrugged his shoulders and said: "Revenge? They themselves said that they wanted to see their ability, and what kind of face was embarrassed to say revenge, besides, I am not afraid, there are dozens of people in our theater, and I am still afraid of him? Hey, do you know that there is a profession called Wusheng in Peking Opera, that is, the kind that can turn dozens of heels in one breath, and our theater has it, and it can't scare him to death." ”

The little fat man is still a little worried, this kid is used to being honest.

The theater is not far from here, just turn a few streets to arrive, and when you get to the door, you can see that there are audience members selling tickets, and they see He Xiangdong coming and shouting hello.

This greatly satisfied He Xiangdong's little vanity, and even forgot the unhappiness in the hotel in front of him, greeted the audience again and again, and introduced the little fat man around him to everyone, saying that this is the big fat man who can protect me for a hundred years, which made the audience laugh.

The little fat man's face was flushed, he had never been watched by so many people, and he was ashamed.

He Xiangdong arched his hand and said: "You guys buy tickets first, I'll go backstage to prepare, let's see you at the beginning of the meeting, the first show is mine." ”

The audience was kind and said yes loudly.

He Xiangdong pulled the little fat man into the backstage with a smile on his face, and the little fat man was still exclaiming: "Dongzi, it turns out that you are ...... All...... It's so powerful, they're all here to listen to you talk about cross talk?"

He Xiangdong said proudly: "That's right, didn't you see that scene, hundreds of thousands of people in the audience shouted 'He Xiangdong, we worship you so much', you didn't see it." ”

The little fat man was surprised: "Can you put hundreds of thousands of people here?"

He Xiangdong sighed: "You are no longer the simple big stone you used to be, alas. ”

The little fat man was confused.

Entering the backstage, He Xiangdong found that the atmosphere was a little strange, the backstage was very quiet and silent, several principals sat on the stools in a quiet daze, Lin Zhengjun, Bai Fengshan and Yang San also smoked, and the white smoke could not hide their sorrows.

He Xiangdong's heart sank, what happened, he walked to the master's side and asked softly, "Master, is this...... What's wrong?"

Fang Wenqi looked at his apprentice, touched his little head, smiled and didn't speak, and saw the little fat man standing there, he smiled and said, "Little fat man, you also came to Tianjin?"

Fang Wenqi also knew this little fat man, when he was in the suburbs in the past, the little fat man often came to play with He Xiangdong, and once this little fat man had to say that he would learn cross talk from him.

The little fat man stepped forward and shouted respectfully, "Uncle Fang is good." ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Your father is also here, he was still here just now, now it should be a walk in the theater, come and find it alone." ”

A young man ran out of the background, Shi Laosan, who was hanging out, was quickly found, Shi Laosan, who had not seen him for some days, was still in good spirits, and the little fat man saw his father, so he hurriedly ran over.

He Xiangdong also called Uncle Shi and said hello.

Shi Laosan glanced around at everyone in the background, and Wen Qi said with a smile: "Brother Fang, you guys are busy first, and I will bring this child back first, so I won't cause you trouble." ”

The little fat man was not happy: "Don't, Dad, let's listen to cross talk here at night, Dongzi will perform at night, let's listen here." ”

Shi Laosan said: "You come to play with Dongzi tomorrow, go back with me tonight, don't make trouble for others." ”

The little fat man is still a little reluctant: "Dad......"

Shi Laosan raised his face and said, "Obedient." ”

He Xiangdong also saw that the atmosphere in the background was not right, so he hurriedly said to the little fat man: "Big stone, you can come to play with me tomorrow, anyway, you will go home tomorrow." ”

Hearing He Xiangdong say the same, the little fat man could only respond: "Okay then." ”

Shi Laosan took the little fat man's hand, said goodbye to Fang Wenqi and Lin Zhengjun, and left.

After the two pairs of father and son left, He Xiangdong asked the master again, "Master, is something happening?"

Fang Wenqi sighed, and there was a lot of sadness on the old man's face: "Dongzi, you won't perform from tonight onwards." ”

He Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, then reacted and asked in surprise, "Why?"

Fang Wenqi sighed silently and did not answer.

It was Yang San who said, he took a puff of cigarette, then puffed out of his nose, and said: "After you left before, someone from the cultural department came, saying that we use child labor and won't let you act." ”

He Xiangdong said angrily: "What's the matter with them, I said that cross talk has something to do with them, what kind of child labor is not child labor, how many old-timers are not seven or eight years old on stage, how old are they still singing on TV, how can they not care." ”

"Alright. Fang Wenqi pulled He Xiangdong to his side and said, "Dongzi, don't go to power these days, wait a few days, and wait for us to solve this matter first." ”

Although He Xiangdong is still very angry, he is not a child who doesn't understand anything after all, and he has also experienced some things over the years following his master, which has also made him mature far beyond his peers. He knew that now was not the time for him to be petty, so he sulked on the sidelines.

Bai Fengshan also said to Lin Zhengjun: "Old Lin, didn't you say that you have a relationship with the people in there, how can you ...... How is this so......"

Lin Zhengjun smiled bitterly. Although he is not a theater actor, he is actually the busiest person in the entire theater, he is responsible for everything inside and outside the venue, the procurement of various materials in the venue, the arrangement of actors, and the curtain are all done by him.

Outside the venue, the rental of the venue, the utility bills, including the promotion of the audience, as well as the arrangement of actors to perform, of course, it is inevitable to contact the people above, in the past month, their theater is very popular, the funds are a lot more, and the above people have more contacts, but who knew that such a thing would happen.

Lin Zhengjun smashed the cigarette butt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "I also went to ask someone, and they told me that someone reported that our theater used child labor, and they were talking about some pornography." ”

Everyone was silent, but there was still such a thing. The comedy programs performed in the small theater, including cross talk, two-person transfers, etc., are basically the kind of yellow jokes and dirty jokes flying all over the sky, and the audience also loves to watch them.

Not only now, but until many years later, no matter how long the performance has been in the small theater, there are people sitting at the door of the theater, and when they see the people who come to check, they immediately go in to ventilate and report the news, and make a gesture at the door to understand, and the actors immediately change their jokes, and they have to whisper if they are too late.

Yang San asked in a deep voice, "Who reported us?"

Lin Zhengjun smiled bitterly: "Who else, our theater is so popular, some people are red-eyed, thinking that we have robbed other people's business." ”

Everyone's faces were gloomy and in a bad mood.

Bai Fengshan asked, "Lao Lin, what now?"

Lin Zhengjun said: "Alas, let's stop Dongzi for a while, and then I'll go to it to dredge up, fortunately, the bookkeeping during this time is all written and sent to Mr. Fang, and it is impossible to say if you really want to write Dongzi up." ”