Back in the studio, Qiu Shi hurriedly trotted to his own room, Wang Cong also shook his head speechlessly, and at first glance, he went to check the humorous comedy contest of Beijing Satellite TV, Wang Cong ignored Qiu Shi and went back to the room directly, lying on the soft bed to rest for a while. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Meanwhile!

On the side of Qingxian Society, Ji Xianhai was talking with Wang Zongling.

"Teacher, do you think we are using the blocking mode to propose to Beijing Satellite TV, as long as they participate in Deyun Club, we cross talk actors will withdraw from the competition?" Ji Xianhai gritted his teeth and suggested.

Ji Xianhai can't help but be depressed recently, Deyun Club over there doesn't know what's wrong, new cross talk jokes are coming out frequently, and they are all not bad, although some places are very vulgar, at least Ji Xianhai thinks so, but he can't stand the audience buying it, Deyun Club is overcrowded every day, I heard that Sun Desheng also secretly inspected a few places, and it seems that he is preparing to open a new theater.

And on his own side, although the two theaters, when they first came over, with the characteristics of Jinmen, the audience also felt fresh, and it began to be prosperous, but the good times did not last long, and Deyun Club was like a dying and struggling sick ghost suddenly like eating a thousand-year-old ginseng and life-sustaining Ganoderma lucidum, not only was it fine, but it also became very energetic.

If this time he really won the championship unexpectedly in the humorous comedy contest of Beijing Satellite TV, then it would definitely not be a good thing for his Qingxian Club, and it could even be said to be a disaster.

Wang Zongling saw Ji Xianhai's worried eyes, and said with some displeasure: "Xianhai, you really let me say what is good about you now, where did all the original sharpness go?" ”

"What do you think Beijing Satellite TV is? Is it a minion? If we really join forces to do this, even if we agree this time, we will not have any good fruit to eat in the future.

Besides, what are you afraid of, there is no one else in Deyun Club, even if it is that Wang Cong, do you think the cross talk he said can be on the elegant hall? ”

Listening to Wang Zongling's reprimand, Ji Xianhai was a little sober, yes, Sun Desheng's disciples over there still have shallow foundations, and Wang Yunshan and Li Yunlin, who have become climates, have all been dug up by him to Qingxian Society, not to mention that he still has his proud big disciple Song Guijun and his partner Shi Wei.

Thinking of this, Ji Xianhai couldn't help but smile, and hurriedly apologized to Wang Zongling: "The teacher's lesson is that I was busy with these trivial matters during this time, and some authorities were confused, or the teacher you read it thoroughly." ”

Wang Zongling said: "You have almost occupied all the powerful conditions, first of all, I am one of the judges, secondly, Wang Cong's cross talk over there is vulgar, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, and again, there are many talents on your side, there are Gui Jun and Shi Wei, two disciples who are in the limelight, if you can't win this time, then it is no wonder that others." ”

As the problem was solved, Ji Xianhai and Wang Zongling began again, drinking tea and chatting about Fengyue.

.......

When Wang Cong was half-asleep and half-awake, Qiu Shi directly pushed the door in, startled Wang Cong, and complained to Qiu Shi: "Big brother, can you pay attention to it, is my privacy good?" ”

Qiu Shi said indifferently: "What privacy do you have, Brother Cong, you are the only one here, and Sister-in-law Cong is not ......"

After listening to Qiu Shi's urge to continue the vernacular, Wang Cong hurriedly interrupted and said, "What's the matter with you, did you figure out the matter of the competition?" ”

When Qiu Shi heard Wang Cong talk about the competition, he immediately became excited, and immediately said: "Don't you say that I almost forgot, this competition is like this......"

Wang Cong listened to Qiu Shi for more than half an hour, and finally understood the process of this humorous comedy contest and the promotion criteria.

A total of 20 teams of players in the main competition, divided into four groups, each group has five teams of players, the beginning of the group competition rankings, the first and second place directly promoted, the game is two rounds to get the sum of the results.

The eight groups of players who advanced to the tournament played a one-on-one knockout round, and this time it was a winner-winner, with the four groups of players who advanced again performing together with a group of repechage teams in the lower bracket, and the final champion was determined by the results.

In other words, it takes at least four works from the start of the main race to winning the championship, and more works may be required if it is from the lower bracket.

As for the voting method, it is a voting method of 200 spectators on the spot, and the judges have no voting rights, all of which are voted by the audience, as well as the audience voting on the Internet and the audience voting in front of the TV.

Wang Cong thought about it, this kind of voting method is okay, at least the chance of Wang Zongling making a bad deal is very small, and he sees that Qiu Shi is still chattering over there.

"You can think about the work if you have nothing to do, huh? Can't I be left alone? Wang Cong said with cold water.

Qiu Shi said as if it were a matter of course: "How can I think of it, of course this has to rely on your great talent, and it is easy to write a little bit of burying people." ”

Wang Cong shook his head speechlessly, he didn't expect Qiu Shi to write anything, but just asked him to be quiet for a while, so that he could be clean for a while.

Thinking about it, Wang Cong felt that after all, he was participating in the competition on behalf of Deyun Club, and he should go to talk to his cheap senior brother Zhang Siyuan, which could be regarded as polite.

Thinking of this, Wang Cong began to change his clothes and called Qiushi to go to Zhang Siyuan's house together.

Building 5, Unit 3, 302!

Wang Cong knocked on the door, and after a while, it was Zhang Siyuan who opened the door, Wang Cong hurriedly helped Zhang Siyuan back to the living room sofa and sat down.

Zhang Siyuan said to Wang Cong: "Okay, you kid, how long has it been here, and I just came to see my brother." ”

Wang Cong said with some embarrassment: "Senior brother, didn't you come here to greet you, this is called Qiu Shi, my college classmate, and my good friend." ”

Zhang Siyuan stared at Qiu Shi intently, and then said with a smile: "I know, I also went to participate in the humorous comedy contest of Beijing Satellite TV on behalf of Deyun Club, right?" ”

Qiu Shi said to Zhang Siyuan very politely: "This... Sheet... Hello Mr. Zhang, my name is Qiu Shi, and I am ready to praise Wang Cong. ”

Qiu Shi originally wanted to call him Grandpa Zhang, but when he thought that Wang Cong called him Senior Brother, he was calling Grandpa Zhang, not two generations shorter out of thin air, so he had to call him Zhang Lao vaguely.

Zhang Siyuan didn't care about these either, and said to Qiu Shi: "I heard Desheng say that you, when you performed in the first performance, your performance was very good, you and Xiao Cong have been classmates for four years, so they are naturally more familiar with each other, and they should be considered tacit understanding when they cooperate, which is good." ”

Qiu Shi heard Zhang Siyuan praise him, and suddenly his eyebrows fluttered again, Wang Cong glared at Qiu Shi, and then said: "Senior brother, I am officially reporting to you to participate in the competition, and strive to fight for the championship of our Deyun Club." ”

Next, Wang Cong told Zhang Siyuan about the process of the competition, voting methods and so on.

After Zhang Siyuan listened, he pondered for a moment and said to Wang Cong: "Of course there is no problem for you to participate on behalf of Deyun Club, they can't understand it, and they don't know it, but I know it clearly, Xiao Cong, even if you say traditional cross talk, it will sound good, and I can't be wrong in my opinion." ”

Hearing this, Wang Cong felt deeply shocked, how could this cheap senior brother have so much confidence in him, but before he had time to think about it, he was thundered by Zhang Siyuan's next sentence.

Zhang Siyuan said again: "However, I have a request, that is...... You must enter under a stage name. ”

Wang Cong was stunned, but he reflected it instantly.

Stage name?

it!

Wang Sicong......... (To be continued.) )