"We have no money, otherwise people might come to watch on TV and advertise," said Fan Wenquan.

"Liandi?" He Xiangdong thought about it again, and suddenly a sudden light of inspiration appeared, saying, "We can use the previous method of laying the ground, we can attract the audience."

Zhang Wenhai said in surprise: "We are all talking crosstalk in the garden, how can we get round and touch?"

Fan Wenquan also said: "Can you still use white sand to draw a pot on the ground? Before you can finish it, you will attract the urban management. Besides, we can't really talk about it in the open air, so we won't let you go now."

He Xiangdong waved his hand quickly and explained, "I don't mean that. We don't say it in the open air, but the round dice can still be used. Just like the seller is still shouting at the stall, why can't we shout when we talk crosstalk? Just like I took the deputy Yuzi to sing the lyrics of Taiping at the door, and the people came and went, and then we gathered around to watch the fun. Then we persuaded a few to come in, wouldn't it be much easier."

After these words, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai were all in front of each other. Fan Wenquan said, "This is a good idea, I think it's feasible."

Zhang Wenhai hesitated and said, "You really go out and talk? We're really upsetting the ground? There are people at the door later, so the urban management will not come to you, right?"

He Xiangdong said: "It's okay. There are still people queuing up to buy roast duck there. I didn't see the city management. We are queuing up to buy tickets here. What can they manage? Besides, even if we really come, at worst, we won't sing anymore. Come in again. How big a deal can it happen."

Fan Wenquan held his smile and looked at Zhang Wenhai and said, "Look, this old man can't help but go to the door to recruit people. How can these old artists who are older than you can afford to give up this face?"

He Xiangdong then realized that this kind of round panzi was a little inappropriate for the two old men. He quickly said, "Hey, this is not the case. You two don't have to do this kind of small matter. I have been stubborn for many years and I am familiar with it. I just need to round panzi myself. You two can just put it in the back."

Fan Wenquan snatched the cigarette, and he chuckled, saying, "Men, don't look down on me, this old man. Although I have eaten public food for most of my life, I have also left it in the old society. Can I still not hold on to this small scene? I don't want to learn from those who just eat public food and become artists in the class. I can give you a good face."

He Xiangdong is also funny, the two old men are so happy.

Zhang Wenhai was so thrust away, and he said, "Don't talk nonsense, who has to do with the skin of an artist? I am a little actor, but I am just a round person. I'm just a sing-up. I'll give me a slogan and I'll sing a quick-pitched song."

The run was successful, and Fan Wenquan was still behaved when he got the cheaper: "It's okay, it's okay, I can't use you. Just your artist will just press the array for us, just press the array."

Zhang Wenhai angrily exclaimed: "You are an artist, your whole family is an artist. Give me a secondary board, hurry up."

"Are you really here?" Fan Wenquan took the quick action and asked there.

Zhang Wenhai snatched the slogan, raised his legs and walked out, and said, "I'm just singing the slogan. What's the matter with singing? You guys quickly follow me. I'll get round and you haven't come out yet."

Fan Wenquan looked at He Xiangdong and showed a signature smirk of success. He Xiangdong shook his head with a wry smile, these two old men.

Fan Wenquan went out with seven boards, and He Xiangdong was walking outside with his deputy Yuzi.

These three business idiots finally took the first step in their business.

It's already afternoon now. After all, this theater is on the Third Ring Road, and there are still many people coming and going on the street, but there are no stops.

Zhang Wenhai walked in the front, and soon Fan Wenquan and He Xiangdong came out with the guy. Zhang Wenhai had high shoulders and low shoulders, standing crookedly. He said, "What, man, I haven't given up on the ground, what do you think of doing?"

Fan Wenquan said: "It's simple. We don't need to draw a pot now. Just just use bamboo boards to talk. These pedestrians will definitely stop to see you, and then let others go in and listen to crosstalk. It's that simple, come on."

Zhang Wenhai looked at Fan Wenquan, and looked at He Xiangdong. He rolled up his sleeves, and two boards with his hands and five boards with him. He hit the door and said while he was hitting: "The people of the Three Kingdoms are uneasy,

Eastern Wu, Western Shu, Han Central Plains,

Cao Cao occupied the Central Plains,

Uncle Liu Bei sat in Xichuan,

Sit down in Dongwu, Lord Sun Quan,

He occupied half of Jiangdong's sky in six counties and eighty states."

There are three types of bamboo boards that can be written on the bamboo board. There are three types of stories: big drum books, big drums, string music, and singing. There are also short guys, bamboo boards, bamboo boards, and finally, the awakening wood used in storytelling doors. This is also short guys, storytelling.

Bamboo Chain was very popular back then, but unfortunately no one learned it anymore. After the 2nd century, with the death of some old artists, the performance of Bamboo Chain was basically no longer visible on the stage. Some of them also sing quick-paced, which was different from Bamboo Chain.

Zhang Wenhai is in the style of Wang's quick-paced style, which is the school founded by Mr. Wang Fengshan. The style of Wang's style is playful, flexible, delicate and vivid. There is also a school called Gaopai, which was founded by Mr. Gaofengshan. The style of Gaopai is majestic, and the words and sentences are clear and bright. Mr. Gao's tone is high, so he follows this path. Mr. Wang Fengshan's tone is low, so he follows a playful style. The two schools have their own characteristics.

Fan Wenquan was slightly surprised and said to He Xiangdong: "This old man is working hard. He dares to do such a big job alone."

He Xiangdong said speechlessly: "It's not your run."

Fan Wenquan laughed.

"The doctor who turned around to the Eastern Wu,

This person's surname is Lu, his name is Su, his name is Zijing.

He brought Yin'an with his robe,

The lord and ministers have made plans,

I am for Guan Meiren from Puzhou, Shanxi Province.

He occupied our Jingzhou as the foundation."

At this time, a young man passed by and saw Zhang Wenhai singing a bamboo board. He stopped and looked at him twice.

Fan Wenquan and He Xiangdong both looked at the man and raised their eyebrows at the same time. When the audience came, the mess was about to start to get round.

When Zhang Wenhai saw someone listening, he sang harder and his tone became more playful and flexible: "The generals who despise our Eastern Wu,

Taking advantage of this, it will be a future problem.

I'm afraid that the connection between Wu and Shu will cause the tiger and wolf smoke."

The young man seemed to have something to do. He looked at his watch, raised his legs and planned to leave. Later, he felt that it was not suitable and took out 2 yuan banknotes. There were two yuan banknotes that year. He threw them in front of Zhang Wenhai and hurriedly left.

Zhang Wenhai was stunned on the spot and could not continue to beat the bamboo board.

He Xiangdong and Fan Wenquan were also stunned and stared at the money on the ground with wide eyes. After a few seconds, the two of them burst into laughter and couldn't stand up.

Zhang Wenhai silently put away his quick-pacedness, his face was very dark, and he howled in grief and angrily: "I hate this art."

He Xiangdong laughed and advised him: "Mr. Zhang Zhang, don't be angry. We will give the audience money like this. Look, let's see."
Chapter completed!