Commercial performances usually start at 7 o'clock in the evening. Xiang Wenshe is like this in China, and now it is arranged abroad.

The performance team of Xiang Wenshe came in the afternoon. In the afternoon, there were not many performances at the theater, and there were not many audiences on the way.

He Xiangdong stopped at the entrance of the theater and took a casual look. There were basically foreigners on the street, but no one recognized him. He took a few glances and entered the backstage.

Next is the preparation time. Before the performance, He Xiangdong also talked about a last job with the children of Xiangwen Club.

Then He Xiangdong and Xue Guo also had a job right in the end, so the preparations were almost done.

After all these were done, He Xiangdong took the children to familiarize themselves with the theater, and then it was almost done. Next, he was waiting for the performance with peace of mind.

At around 4:00 pm, everyone ate a little bit, and the dick went out to take a look.

Until six o'clock in the evening, the entrance of the theater was crowded with audiences who were about to watch the performance. The theater staff was responsible for checking the tickets, and they would be checking the tickets later.

The people from Huantian Media also went out to take a look, and after coming back, he said to Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu immediately frowned and quickly ordered someone to go out and take a look.

Qiao Yu walked back and forth in the room, his brows tightly locked, and his expression was worried.

"What's wrong, Old Qiao?" He Xiangdong saw Qiao Yu a little absent-minded.

"It's okay." Qiao Yu replied subconsciously, but when he realized that this was He Xiangdong's question, he wanted to answer again, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

Seeing that He Xiangdong didn't want to say anything, he wouldn't ask.

After a while, the staff member who had run out hurriedly ran back again, leaned in Qiao Yu's ear and told him.

Qiao Yu's face suddenly changed and he said in a lost voice: "What?"

This sound alarmed everyone in the background, and everyone was looking at him in surprise, and even He Xiangdong couldn't help but frown.

Qiao Yu finally couldn't help it. He came to He Xiangdong and hurriedly said, "Teacher He, there is something wrong with the audience."

"What's wrong?" He Xiangdong asked.

Qiao Yu frowned. He himself thought the news was a bit absurd, but this was the fact. He was so big: "Uh... the audience... there were many foreigners coming to the audience."

"Ha?" He Xiangdong was stunned.

The actors in the backstage were also confused.

"What's the matter?" He Xiangdong was very surprised.

Qiao Yu was helpless, and he didn't want to believe it, but this was true. Qiao Yu could only say helplessly: "This is true, people came with tickets."

He Xiangdong was stunned: "Foreigners come to listen to crosstalk? Isn't this a joke? Do they understand?"

Qiao Yu said helplessly: "Who knows? Who knows what they are wrong? Isn't this a mess?"

He Xiangdongtou is big.

All the actors in the backstage were stunned.

He Xiangdong calmed down and asked, "How many foreign audiences have come?"

Qiao Yu turned his head and looked at the audience member who went out to inquire about the news.

The man replied, "It's not clear yet, because the ticket check has not started yet, but there are already many people waiting with tickets at the door. I counted and there are about twenty people, so of course there are only a small number of spectators at the door now."

He Xiangdong was still a little unbelievable and asked again: "Have you seen it clearly? Are you really here to listen to crosstalk? Could it be that someone was getting tickets from other theaters, but he went to our place by mistake, right?"

The staff member said, "Oh, it's really not. I even went to take their tickets to see it. It was written on it. I asked, it was for you."

He Xiangdong was desperate.

Tao Fangbai interrupted, "Master, I didn't expect that you are so well-known in foreign countries, and foreign audiences are here to praise you."

"Go to play by the side." He Xiangdong cursed angrily.

He Xiangdong suddenly felt ache. What's the matter? Why did foreigners come to listen to crosstalk? Do they understand?

"Isn't it someone making trouble?" He Xiangdong's heart arose.

But after thinking about it carefully, it was not right. He didn't offend anyone in the United States. Besides, even if he offended people, they wouldn't have arranged a group of Americans to disgust him?

But it’s hard to say that it’s always the guests who enter the door, and the audience who buys tickets will be the ones who come in. If they come in with the tickets, you always have to perform well.

When the foreigner came in, he heard it, and now he couldn't understand it. When the people cursed and tantrums on the spot, wouldn't it be a mess for a good performance? Isn't it embarrassing to get the news when it reaches the country?

Is there really someone making trouble?

People in the mainstream crosstalk world?

It's impossible. I just made up with them, and the leading people have already fallen. He Xiangdong's fierce power is still there, who dares to mess with him at this time?

Could it be Jiang Yisheng?

It shouldn't be. Jiang Yisheng was slutted by Gao Bingsheng. Now he is huddling and doesn't even dare to take off his head. He won't be able to do so.

Then who else, and who have any enemies?

He Xiangdong thought carefully, while everyone looked at each other with different expressions.

"Joe...Joe..." The theater manager rushed over. The theater manager was a typical white strong man, 1.8 meters tall and 18 meters tall.

Qiao Yu quickly came forward to ask, and the two started talking.

They used English, and He Xiangdong didn't understand a single sentence, so he knew they were talking there.

Among the actors who performed abroad this time, only the second child understood English. He was listening to the conversation between Qiao Yu and the theater manager.

He Xiangdong didn't bother the second child either, so he asked him to hear what was going on first.

The second brother was not very old for a while and his mouth was so shocked that he couldn't close.

"What's wrong?" He Xiangdong finally asked.

The dick turned around, his expression a little dull. He looked at He Xiangdong and said, "Master, the deputy mayor of New York is coming to see the performance."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong was also stunned.

Well, this time it wasn’t someone who deliberately harmed him. Who can invite this god? Jiang Yisheng can’t do it, nor can people in the mainstream crosstalk world.

But why are they here to listen to crosstalk? It’s not that He Xiangdong is self-deprecating, but they don’t understand the key, so are they here to have fun?

He Xiangdong spread his hands and said helplessly: "Go, all the plans must be changed."

He Xiangdong sent his second son out to inquire and found out the whole story. It turned out that He Xiangdong's Liuhu'er videos were edited and posted online by international students, and then became popular.

The American people also liked what He Xiangdong sang very much, and then knew that He Xiangdong came to Broadway to perform, so they also bought tickets to watch it.

I can't guarantee that they might think why the singers who sang traditional songs to the east.

Isn’t this a pity? Crosstalk is always based on speaking. You just listen to a song and listen to it online. Why do you come to the theater? You even hook up with a deputy mayor.
Chapter completed!