March 2017.

In 2016, the 20th anniversary of the founding of Xiangwenshe, the four commercial performance teams of Xiangwenshe traveled all over the world, and the small theater performed thousands of shows. Has crosstalk declined? Wow, there is no time for crosstalk to be more brilliant than this.

Not only Xiangwenshe, but other teams in the crosstalk industry are also very lively. Several teams with better development have also tried to start doing commercial performances, which is already very good.

The small theater business in other teams has also become popular, with more and more people listening to crosstalk, and more and more people liking crosstalk.

Now is the era of comedy, and there are many opportunities for crosstalk and more opportunities for those who say crosstalk.

This is a great era, and crosstalk will inevitably be revived in this great era, but if crosstalk wants to make a bigger sky, it is necessary for these crosstalk to work harder.

This is the best time.

Storytelling has improved a lot now. After all, it is a great era of entertainment. After "The Journey to Fill the Pit" became popular, it also led to the development of this industry.

There are more and more bookstores, more and more people are talking, and more and more people are listening to books.

Now is also the era of IP. Nowadays, many film and television companies are looking for these storytellers to do storytelling IP development, which is very lively anyway.

Lively is a good thing, it is better than the stagnant pool of water in previous years.

In the second half of last year, He Xiangdong opened a Peking Opera team "Fennan Opera Club" with people from the Peking Opera industry in Beijing. He Xiangdong would go over to sing operas when he had time.

He Xiangdong has walked too many ways, just like Zhang Kuoru warned him that the greater his ability, the greater the responsibility.

He Xiangdong is now actively helping the revival and development of other traditional arts, but it is too tiring.

He Xiangdong is not young anymore and is not in good health. He also has diabetes. He was too busy last year and was exhausted.

This year, Tian Jiani gave the death order, and the performances assigned to him have decreased. He Xiangdong has time to have time to rest. Now it’s March, and He Xiangdong is still quite leisurely.

He listened to two old records in Xiang Wenshe's own office, and then wrote back the songs from several vague places.

After it was done, He Xiangdong beat his waist, and his waist was a little sore. Then he stood up and walked out of the door.

As soon as he left the room, He Xiangdong heard a noisy sound in the small conference room at the end of the corridor. He Xiangdong asked, "Second, what's going on?"

The second brother was standing outside the conference room door. When he heard He Xiangdong calling him, he hurried over and shouted, "Master."

He Xiangdong raised his chin and asked, "What's going on over there?"

The dick turned his head and looked back, saying, "Oh, that's the case. Someone wrote randomly online and was brought back by Xiao Chen."

He Xiangdong frowned immediately: "If someone writes randomly, just let him go. If it really doesn't work, send a lawyer's letter or call the police. Why did you get the person back? Isn't this a nonsense? What a big deal to do if it spreads out."

The second brother quickly explained: "Master, you misunderstood. That person didn't scold you. He wrote a novel online, writing millions of words, and many people read it. Many people said that he was writing about us, but he refused to accept it. This time he came to Beijing to participate in an event in the China Writers Association. At the end, he even said this at the door of our theater, but was brought back by Xiao Chen."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong said in surprise: "There are people who wrote our affairs into books?"

The second brother thought for a while and said, "It's a bit like, but it's not complete."

He Xiangdong became interested and said, "Let's go, take a look."

The two of them came to the door of the conference room. The second brother wanted to push the door and go in, but was stopped by He Xiangdong.

There was a small glass mirror installed on the door, and He Xiangdong could see it in. There were only three people in the room, Xiao He, Chen Jun, and a young man in white who He Xiangdong didn't know. I think this person is the author of the novel.

He Xiangdong looked at the man's appearance and looked at him, but he saw most of his face. This man looked very pretty, comparable to those of the popular young actors today. It's a pity that he even wrote novels with this appearance.

In the room, Chen Jun sat steadily on the side without saying a word.

Xiao He stood back and forth and seemed more impatient.

The pretty young man in white also sat honestly.

Xiao He was very angry and stared at the young man in white with his waist. He asked angrily: "You don't admit it yet, are you?"

The young man in white smiled and explained, "This is a misunderstanding."

Xiao He said angrily: "Why did you misunderstand? You said that my dad was marrying two wives."

The young young man in white said, "That's what online literature is needed. Do you usually read novels? If you open a harem, you must be gorgeous. This is yy, right?"

Xiao He asked again: "Then you said that my dad is quarreling and scolding with so many people, fighting with this person, fighting with that person, and quarreling with people every day. Is that true?"

The young young man in white said: "This is the essence of the novel. He will attract hatred, cheat, and pretend to slap in the face. This will lead to sales."

Xiao He looked unhappy: "What about my master Fang Wenqi? Why didn't you write about him? He even said that my father had a lawsuit with a gentleman who taught him, and it was so hard to get a fight. What's this?"

He Xiangdong frowned when he heard it at the door. He didn't care what others said about him, but he didn't want anyone to hurt Fang Wenqi.

The young man in white suddenly became energetic when he heard this. He clapped his hands and said, "Well, the key to things is here. Look at the growth trajectory is completely different, so I have not ruined your reputation."

Xiao He's nose was crooked: "How can you explain Xiang Wenshe? Don't you write it too? They are all the first small theaters and they were all established in 1996."

The young man in white looked embarrassed and smiled, "Learn from reference, art comes from life, but it is higher than life."

Chen Jun frowned and asked, "Then what happened to you when you write that I am a traitor?"

The young young man in white smiled and explained, "That's not it, right? It's not you. The novels are all fictional, the plot is about to go ups and downs, how can there be so many traitors in reality?"

Chen Jun shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said no.

In fact, Xiao He is also very idle. Xiao He was telling him about this novel some time ago. OK, even the author was abducted by him this time, so just abduct it. It’s still scaring people here. It’s really no one else.

Xiao He looked at the young man in white and said unhappy: "I'll give you another chance, right?"

The young young man in white was obviously scared. He bared his teeth, his eyes rolled twice, and suddenly a sudden light of inspiration appeared. He said, "Hey, by the way, you understand it this way. What you think is good is that; what is bad is art. Do you think this is OK?"

He Xiangdong was having fun at the door, and he turned his head and asked his second son: "What is this grandson's name?"

(The book is over)
Chapter completed!