The person who came was Xue Guo. He came to send invitations to Fan Wenquan. When he heard that he called his name, Xue Guo turned around and saw that he was an acquaintance. He said in surprise: "He Xiangdong?"

Having not seen each other for several months, Xue Guo became whiter and fatter. He Xiangdong asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xue Guo said: "I'll send an invitation to my uncle?"

He Xiangdong asked, "Mr. Fan is your uncle?"

At this time, Fan Wenquan also walked out of the house. He said to He Xiangdong: "This is also my nephew and Lao Shi's apprentice. Now he is talking crosstalk in the railway art troupe. Do you know each other?"

He Xiangdongdao: "I have seen it once."

"Oh, that's OK, you young people will talk." As he said that, Fan Wenquan returned to the house.

He Xiangdong led Xue Guo to the garden, and found two seats on the sand chairs on the top and sat down. Xue Guo pulled out a cigarette and started smoking enjoyably. He asked while smoking, "Hey, why are you here too?"

He Xiangdong said: "I'm here to speak crosstalk."

"Say crosstalk?" Xue Guo recalled a little and asked, "I heard from my master that Mr. Fan and Mr. Zhang have built a crosstalk garden here. It seems that there are only three people who are talking crosstalk, and there is also a young man. That young man is not you, right?"

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "I want to have someone else, but it's a pity that there isn't."

Xue Guo was really surprised this time: "Last time you said you would talk about crosstalk with someone, but then you made a garden by yourself. Your skills are good enough."

He Xiangdong waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "What a big deal, just encourage him to make a living."

Xue Guo looked at the theater again and said, "Actually, this is not bad. It can be used as a few hundred people. It's great. It's his own way of earning more than he earns, and he's also free. No one interferes with it no matter how you say it."

He Xiangdong said: "It's not as good as you thought. No one listens to crosstalk. To put it bluntly, we are almost starving to death."

Xue Guo's expression also became a little heavier, and she said, "It is a fact that the crosstalk is down now. It is not easy for us to mess around. It is not easy for those who say crosstalk to mess around. If you come here, it will be a strange thing."

He Xiangdong smiled and did not argue too much. He knew that if he went to a small city to say crosstalk, he could earn the living expenses. The expenses for building a garden were too high, and he couldn't make ends meet. But he really didn't want to give up on this, nor did he want to leave Beijing in shame. He really loved crosstalk, and finally had a place where he could speak crosstalk well. He really couldn't bear to leave like this.

He sighed and said, "I don't hide it from you. It's really not good now. I have to think of more ways to get some money, otherwise I can't pay the rent."

After hearing this, Xue Guo took a silent breath and said, "I have a job here. I don't know if you want it."

He Xiangdong asked, "What's the job?"

Xue Guo said: "Next week, there will be an art performance for employees in a clothing factory in Tongxian. The boss is quite generous and invited many actors to perform. They are all running to make money. Some people say crosstalk, saying that they will give 600 yuan for two shows, and we are 300 people. Are you going?"

He Xiangdong asked, "I'll go? What should you do with your partner?"

Xue Guo smiled and said, "I don't have a fixed partner. Besides, the friends in my group have their own affairs, so I may not have time. Last time our partners talked about it, I think it's good. Should I get up this time?"

He Xiangdong gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, just run the hole when you run, you can't say it, right?"

Xue Guo also smiled: "Then let's just say that."

"no problem."

After Xue Guo left, He Xiangdong returned to the backstage with some concern. Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai were also there. He Xiangdong found a chair to sit down and said seriously: "I don't think we can wait like this anymore. If there are no audiences, we will starve to death."

Hearing the serious words, the two old men who were originally a little hippie and smiled also became serious. Fan Wenquan asked, "Dongzi, what are you going to do?"

He Xiangdong said: "We have to find a way to get more audiences to listen to crosstalk. There are only three or five days in this day, and we can't live this day."

Fan Wenquan nodded and said, "What he said makes sense. We don't understand this time we have built a garden for the first time. We have only done business here."

Fan Wenquan and He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Wenhai, who had made a lot of money in the 1980s at the same time.

Zhang Wenhai looked at the two people looking forward to their faces, and supported them with their eyes and said, "What can I do if I have a trick? I'd say it long ago if I want it."

He Xiangdong said: "How did you earn that much money in the 1980s?"

Zhang Wenhai said for granted: "This is very simple. Just go to Shenzhen to bring some electronic watches and jeans, and then go to rural areas of various suburbs and counties to sell it. This is like a free-earning.

He Xiangdong said in shock: "It's that simple?"

Zhang Wenhai asked back, "Then how complicated do you think it is?"

He Xiangdong asked: "Why didn't you do such a good business later?"

Zhang Wenhai rolled his eyes and said, "You are a clever person. These things are everywhere later. How can there be a difference in price? I'm changing my career now."

He Xiangdong was also convinced: "With this kind of business, you have made money like this."

Zhang Wenhai said: "That's it. Others dare not, so I'm not."

"Oh, you are really good." He Xiangdong admired him very much.

Fan Wenquan took out a cigarette from some unknown reason to smoke. His cigarette addiction has increased recently. He lit it and said, "Actually, if you want to talk about crosstalk, you are an expert. You have been selling skills outside for so many years, so you should have experience."

He Xiangdong said helplessly: "I have no experience either. I always perform with my master and others. The garden has a manager who is responsible for it. I don't have the brain to do business. I really have no good idea."

Fan Wenquan thought for a while and suddenly said, "Hey, you were pretty good in Lin Zhengjun's garden before. At that time, they couldn't live a happy life. Isn't it very popular later? We can learn from this experience."

He Xiangdong said: "At that time, Uncle Lin went up door to door and said that it was the people who asked for it, so they were willing to come over, and then were attracted by our crosstalk, and had repeat customers and reputations. It gradually spread out, and the audience gradually increased."

"But we can't do it here. At that time, we were all neighbors and neighbors, and our feelings were there. We were not familiar with this place. Who would we tell you to go there? People wouldn't let you enter. Besides, crosstalk was still very hot in the 1980s, but now it's not possible. I think it's hard to have the grand occasion at that time."

Zhang Wenhai was also a little impatient and said, "This is not possible, that is not possible. How can we do it? We can't leave the ground, right?"

"Roll the ground?" He Xiangdong thought about these two words and thought about it.
Chapter completed!