"Yes." Fan Wenquan nodded and said, "This is a rare opportunity. In the past few decades, we have never performed traditional old crosstalks again. This time, it has not only acted, but also aired on TV. It's such a great thing."

He Xiangdong was still a little hesitant, and he frowned and asked, "This TV station will not command us randomly."

Fan Wenquan smiled and said, "I know what you are worried about. I was scared by being on TV last time, right? Don't worry, this time is not the same as the recording. This time is to save traditional crosstalk. They will take it to award the awards and will not interfere with your actors' performances."

"Also, I have finished the volume last year. I have recorded the second volume this year. I have found Tianjin actors last year, including Mr. Yu Baolin, Wen Liang and Wenhua, and Mr. Tian Lihe. These people have all gone. Oh, by the way, Mr. Ma has also gone to record it. The consultant for this program is still Mr. Ma San."

He Xiangdong was slightly surprised and said, "The lineup is so luxurious. Have they invited so many old men out of the mountain?"

Fan Wenquan was also a little excited and said, "That's not the case. This year, I started to invite old artists from all over the country to come out and say that they are Duan'er. The crew has gone to China, Nanjing, Hefei, and Wuhan, and other southern regions. Even the old men who have retired for a long time have been found, and even Zhang Yongxi has been found."

He Xiangdong was really shocked this time and asked, "Zhang Yongxi of the Northern Marquis Nan Zhang?"

Fan Wenquan said: "Isn't it this Jiangnan Banner?"

The so-called "Northern and Zhang" refer to the two old gentlemen, Hou Baolin and Zhang Yongxi. This Mr. Zhang is a person as famous as Hou Baolin. He is also known as Liu Baorui and Guan Liming. Because he has been performing in Jiangnan for a long time, he is called Jiangnan Banner.

This old man has a very strong crosstalk skills and is especially good at learning singing. Not only is he good at singing, but he also has a wide range of knowledge. Big drums, Pingtan, opera, single strings, etc. can all be displayed in his crosstalk. Mr. Zhang Yongxi's greatest contribution is to bring the art of crosstalk to the south, establish a sect, teach students widely, and promote crosstalk in the south.

Actually, when he said this, He Xiangdong was already a little moved. He actually didn't reject TV at all. He knew that this was the best platform for crosstalk actors. What he was afraid of was that those who didn't know anything about crosstalk were randomly altered by people who didn't know anything about it, and ended up making some shit out.

This time, so many old artists have come out and want to use them to judge awards. They must have performed authentic traditional crosstalk. He has long hoped that there will be such a platform. Even if he can't go on TV this time, it will be a great blessing to see so many old artists.

He asked Fan Wenquan: "Uncle Master, it is logical that they hired old artists who have been famous for a long time. How did they find me, a young man, come up with me this time?"

Fan Wenquan smiled, and was not in a hurry to answer. He leaned on the chair and sat comfortably, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few sips before saying, "The editor in charge of this recording is Zhang Yunyi. I used to have some friendship with him. Didn't you and Lao Zhang talk crosstalk in the garden before? I borrowed a camera to take pictures of your two of you and sent them to others to see."

"I have seen it for Master Jin and other seniors who are responsible for providing the list of artists. They think you, a young man, have you been here as a young crosstalk actor and can perform on stage. However, it is hard to say whether you can be included in the highlights. I can't tell whether you can be on TV. After all, you are still young and they don't understand your ability."

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "It doesn't matter whether he can go on TV or not. I'm already satisfied to be able to ask for advice with so many old artists."

Fan Wenquan also smiled with relief and said, "That's it, you can clean up quickly and go to Tianjin with Lao Zhang as soon as possible. You don't have to worry about the garden. I will ask Guo Qing to help you make the situation. Anyway, it will only take a few days."

He Xiangdong said: "Okay, I'll come out tomorrow. Thank you, uncle."

Fan Wenquan smiled and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Why are you polite to me, a child?"

He Xiangdong also smiled.

On the second day, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai got out to Tianjin. They took the train to go there. The arrangement of their residence was in a hotel next to the audio-visual museum. There were two people living in a room, and He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai lived in Yiqi.

It was also on that day that they met Fan Wenquan's old friend Zhang Yunyi. This man from Zhang Wenhai's family looked like Zhang Wenhai, very fucked and thin, with big eyes and big heads, and looked like matches.

The man spoke quickly: "You are the ones introduced by Lao Fan. Who is He Xiangdong?"

He Xiangdong said: "I am He Xiangdong, you are Zhang Yunyi and Teacher Zhang, right?"

Zhang Yunyi said: "Don't call me teacher, I'm not a teacher. Just call me Editor Zhang, or Lao Zhang."

He Xiangdong smiled and followed the good words: "Okay, Editor Zhang."

Zhang Yunyi looked at Zhang Wenhai next to him and asked, "Are you Zhang Wenhai?"

Zhang Wenhai, with his old-fashioned eyes, said very gentle, "Isn't it me?"

Zhang Yunyi said again: "Sure, let's meet now, you two will stay here first. Everyone lives in this hotel for crosstalk. Tomorrow you will go to the theater of the audio-visual museum, and I will wait for you there. When it's your turn to perform, I will tell you."

He Xiangdong said: "Okay, how worried you are."

Zhang Yunyi said, "I have something to do, I'll leave first." As he said that, the man walked out the door. He was still an impatient person.

He Xiangdong said at the door: "You go slowly."

After closing the door, Zhang Wenhai asked him: "So many colleagues stay in this hotel, should we say hello?"

He Xiangdong asked back: "Mr. Zhang, do you have any old friends you know here?"

Zhang Wenhai thought for a while and said, "It probably wasn't. I haven't heard of any friend here."

He Xiangdong said: "Then let's go and say hello to them when we go to the theater tomorrow. It's a bit inappropriate now that we suddenly take the liberty to visit."

Zhang Wenhai also agreed.

On this night, the two of them stayed in this hotel. He Xiangdong was vaguely looking forward to the next performance.

The next morning, he and Zhang Wenhai had breakfast, changed into a coat and went there.

Before the crew came, there were many old artists sitting in the theater. These people took advantage of the crew not coming and were catching up on the time to suck up the clouds and talk nonsense.

Seeing He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai come in, they are not too surprised. There are more young crosstalk actors and students from Quyi School who have come to listen to their crosstalk during this period. They have long been accustomed to it, and they think that He Xiangdong is the same.

The group talked about crosstalk and started to sit privately, and the chat scene was definitely exciting.

"I just said that Lao Wang and his sister-in-law have legs. His sister-in-law didn't see it when she was a child. Now that she grows up, she looks more and more like Lao Wang."

"Get out, don't talk nonsense."

"Hey, I'm still talking nonsense. Do you know what Lao Wang said every time he meets with a private meeting?"

"What did you say?" Several old men next to him were smoking and asking with a slutty smile.

He Xiangdong also leaned over and made a fuss: "That must be saying that I have washed my hands at home. You come here and brush your teeth first."

The old men were stunned and looked at He Xiangdong. After a while, they laughed. The man said to He Xiangdong: "Who, you are still bad boy." To be continued.
Chapter completed!