After a little discussion, He Xiangdong left the landlord's phone number to his two gentlemen and went back to wait for the letter. He has not even bought a pager and has to go to the store to call. He has been 50 cents home in 10 minutes, and he has to pinch the watch every time he calls.

Time passed just a little while, and it didn't take many days. It was like ten days. Just after National Day, Zhang Wenhai wrote to him, saying that he had found a pretty good garden in Yi's house and wanted He Xiangdong and Fan Wenquan to take a look.

That day, Tian Jiani was also playing here at He Xiangdong. During this period, as long as Tian Jiani was fine, she always came to see He Xiangdong. The two of them did nothing, just strolling around the park, buying vegetables, cooking, etc., and practicing drum music skills.

By chance, He Xiangdong took Tian Jiani to take the bus. The garden was in Fengtai District, and it was still a little distance from Daxing, so it had to be a small thirty kilometers away.

When he got there, Fan Wenquan happened to have arrived, and the two old men were there. When he saw He Xiangdong bringing Tian Jiani over, Zhang Wenhai smiled and joked: "Oh, this young man came here with his family?"

Tian Jiani's face turned red at that time.

He Xiangdong said: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my little friend who grew up. She is a sing Beijing Rhyme Drum. Come on, Nier, this is Mr. Zhang Wenhai, my senior. This is Fan Wenquan, my uncle, you have seen it before."

Tian Jiani also looked at the two of them and smiled and said, "Hello Mr. Zhang, hello Uncle Master, I am Tian Jiani, my teacher is Bai Qiang, and Mr. Bai."

The old man Zhang Wenhai had a smile on his thin face and said, "Oh, are you calling me uncle?"

He Xiangdong looked at Tian Jiani carefully, and felt relieved when she saw that she didn't react much. Then he said unhappy to Zhang Wenhai: "You have high shoulders and low shoulders, and you are all in this bad mind, why are you so naughty?"

Fan Wenquan also said: "Hey, you don't know him yet. He was fired when he was just a hooligan."

Zhang Wenhai pushed Fan Wenquan and said angrily: "What a hooligan? I'm love. You old guy, I'm a hooligan, believe me or not?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, He Xiangdong quickly advised: "My master, don't make arguing, don't make arguing, let's look at the garden, let's go in and see if it's OK."

The two old men then rested, and Zhang Wenhai said: "This garden used to be a movie, but later it was not well managed. Now it has been slightly changed to be a small theater and is renting. I watched it. It was pretty good."

The manager of this theater is Liu Qingyang, a smart and capable middle-aged man. He took a few people to the garden to see. This was a small cinema in the past, and the seats were all red small folding sand seats, which were quite comfortable.

If the seats are full, there will be more than 300 people, and its seats are stacked upwards layer by layer. The advantage is that even the audience in the last row can see the performance on the stage.

In fact, there is no stage, just the open space in front of the movie curtain in the past, so it is regarded as a stage. Other audio and lighting facilities are quite complete, and there is also a backstage. There is a small room on the side door of the curtain, which can be used as a backstage.

Theater manager Liu Qingyang said: "We are pretty good here and the location is pretty good. There are a lot of passenger flows around here. If you want to say crosstalk, it will definitely be a good place. What a great place. There are also restaurants outside, and it is convenient to eat. We are also considered the city center. People come and go, and all the rich people can pay. It is not an easy thing to just listen to crosstalk. It will definitely be a prosperous business when the time comes."

Zhang Wenhai smiled and said, "You are a manager who is very eloquent. How about this place?"

He Xiangdong did not speak, but looked at Fan Wenquan. Fan Wenquan looked around and said, "It's okay. The location here is good, the traffic is also high, and the show itself is also OK. Even if the audience is full, you can see the performance on the stage. You can sit almost 300 people, which is a good hole."

He Xiangdong was also quite satisfied with the place. He asked Liu Qingyang: "Manager Liu, how much does it cost here?"

Liu Qingyang thought for a while and said, "Our boss originally said that it would take 7,000 months here. Let's do it, all of them come sincerely. I'll give you 6,000 months and give you a small room next to you as a backstage. What's the difference between water and electricity bills?"

He Xiangdong was secretly shocked. It was 6,000 yuan a month. The price was too high. Of course, he did not show any strange signs in his expression. Instead, he said to Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai: "What do you two think?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "I have also found a lot of land these days. It is quite cost-effective and worth the price. What do you think Lao Fan?"

Fan Wenquan frowned and said, "The land is good, the price is a bit high. This is the same in the Third Ring Road, and the price is also appropriate."

Liu Qingyang also said: "In this way, I am giving you a discount. Is it okay to pay for every month? You are making a lot of money by crosstalk. It's not easy to pay the venue fee."

Since that's the case, He Xiangdong also gritted his teeth and said, "It's true, that's it. We've rented this place. I'll send you the money tomorrow."

Liu Qingyang immediately burst into laughter and said, "Okay, okay, hey, by the way, have you given a name for crosstalk? You can't just call crosstalk, right?"

Zhang Wenhai slapped his head and said, "Oh, I've been looking for a place for so much time, but I've forgotten this and didn't even have a name for a long time."

Fan Wenquan thought for a while and said, "Aren't we going to have a crosstalk conference? Just call it a crosstalk conference."

Zhang Wenhai said: "What is called a crosstalk conference. When we do business, we pay attention to the loud sign. Look at Quanjude, why don't you just call a roast duck restaurant?"

Fan Wenquan held a face: "What did you call me?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "I didn't think it through."

"Then you just want to say nothing." Fan Wenquan angrily.

He Xiangdong thought for a while and said, "Why would it be called a crosstalk conference? Isn't the ones who performed in the teahouse garden also called a crosstalk conference? We are going to say real crosstalk, so we can return to tradition. It's not bad to call a crosstalk conference. In Beijing, we call the Beijing Crosstalk Conference or Fengtai Crosstalk Conference?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "I will give you the Beijing Crosstalk Conference and the Fengtai Crosstalk Conference. Can the Beijing government agree to you to use the Beijing name indiscriminately?"

Fan Wenquan couldn't hold his breath anymore, and he said, "This is not OK, that is not OK. You should come up with an idea. Don't always reject us, can you?"

Zhang Wenhai frowned and thought, raised his eyes and looked at He Xiangdong and Tian Jiani standing there, and suddenly showed a wicked smile, saying, "I think this young couple seems to be quite right. I think it's so popular with their names. Look at Wang Mazi, aren't Zhang Xiaoquan all old shops? I think it's good to use these two young names."

Fan Wenquan looked back and said, "I think it's okay. The world belongs to young people. It's good to use their names. People use the word "yi" and they are called Dongjia?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "What Dongjia is like the younger brother of Toshiba gas stove, and his name is Dongni."

Fan Wenquan also said: "You still seem to come from rural Henan. Or you can call me Xiang Jia, and move towards better luck."

Zhang Wenhai's eyes lit up and said, "This is good."

He Xiangdong then inserted his mouth and said in surprise: "You two are so casual in naming them?"

The old man Zhang Wenhai said, "It's pretty good, it's pretty good, Xiang Jia is pretty good."

Tian Jiani listened to the conversation of several people, but she didn't speak.

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes and said, "Xiang Jia, is this Xiang Jia crosstalk conference? This is not catchy, it's better to call the gangster from Yi to call him."

Zhang Wenhai said: "The underworld? This is done, we will call it Xiang Jiashe, it sounds nice."

"So casual?" He Xiangdong was really stunned.
Chapter completed!