Looking at the scene in front of you, many old artists felt very uncomfortable. Most of these people came from the old society, and these traditional jokes were the guys they had had at the time.

In order to learn a good joke, I didn’t say I was asking for advice or asking for skills, but I was willing to do it for others to be my son and pretend to be my grandson. But now, so many good jokes are going to be lost.

How can this not make people feel uncomfortable?

Young Ma Ma rubbed his face with his hands, grabbed his head back, and then put it down. There were many indescribable charms in his eyes. Not only appreciation, but also more other flavors. He asked: "Where are you working now?"

He Xiangdong replied: "I opened a small crosstalk garden in Beijing, and I'll say crosstalk in it."

Shao Ma asked, "Crossing Talk Garden? It's folk?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Yes."

The young master asked again: "Come with your master?"

He Xiangdong shook his head with a wry smile, and did not explain too much about his master's affairs. He just said, "No, it's me, my uncle, and Mr. Zhang Wenhai who measured my life in front. We did it, both of them were both giving up on my family and property, and they really paid a lot. Alas, Mr. Zhang is back."

He Xiangdong stood up and signaled Zhang Wenhai who had just entered the bathroom with his hand.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Wenhai.

Zhang Wenhai was shocked at this scene. He was already swinging water on his hands, but now he didn't dare to move. He looked at everyone in shock. Now everyone's eyes changed when they saw him. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? I've just gone out for a while, why are they looking at me?"

Everyone sighed and laughed.

Shao Ma Ye continued to ask He Xiangdong: "Then is your crosstalk garden running now? Do you have a lot of viewers? Do you like to listen?"

This is what happened and everyone's attention was concentrated, and this is the most critical issue.

He Xiangdong looked around everyone, and did not intend to hide it from anyone. He told the truth: "The situation is quite bad now. It's not enough to make ends meet when driving a three-box every day. We are spending money inside."

All the old artists present were silent, and even Zhang Wenhai couldn't speak. They could only smile bitterly. The situation in the garden was much better, but they still couldn't make ends meet. The money they lacked is all using his pension money to cushion it.

After a pause, the young master looked at He Xiangdong and asked seriously: "The situation is so bad, do you still have to keep going?"

He Xiangdong answered very decisively: "You want it."

"Why?" Shao Ma asked again.

He Xiangdong did not answer immediately, thought for a while, and said, "It's not good to say why. I like to say it, and the audience likes to listen, that's enough."

"Okay, okay, oh, you're such a fool, but the crosstalk world lacks fools like you." Young Master Ma sighed and said, "If you have the chance to meet my old man with me, he should like you very much."

He Xiangdong looked up instantly and looked at Shao Ma Ye’s man in disbelief. Isn’t the old man in Shao Ma Ye’s family the legendary figure in the crosstalk world? Currently, the Ma San, who has the highest seniority and artistic level in the crosstalk world.

I am a fun-loving memory of several generations.

"Is it really OK?" He Xiangdong asked again. He knew that Ma Sanye was in poor health and lived in a nursing home. He basically stopped performing now.

Mr. Shao Ma said: "The old man is in good health these days, you don't know. In fact, this traditional crosstalk collection is the consultant of my old man. I will take him over tomorrow to see if he can record two small pieces."

Mr. Zhang also said: "Actually, we should have visited us. By the way, I haven't seen Mr. Third for many years."

The young master smiled and said, "I told the old man that you are here. The old man is very happy and asked me to bring a scolding to Xiao Zhang Mazi."

Zhang Yongye laughed loudly. His nickname was Xiao Zhang Mazi, and there was also an artist named Zhang Chunkui, nicknamed Da Zhang Mazi. They were all old artists with very high artistic level.

But he has a high seniority over the years, and no one dares to call him like this. Only those who are familiar with him like Ma San call him like this. And others say that they can help me take good care of it, but they just scolded me here. They dare not say that if they don’t have enough friendship.

Zhang Yongye smiled and said, "Haha, the third master is still so funny. Why don't I go and visit the old man tomorrow?"

Other artists also said, "Yes, we also want to visit the Third Master."

"The Third Master is the highest-ranking master among us who speak crosstalk. This is our ancestor. We have to visit him."

Young Master Ma smiled and reached out to suppress the noisy words from everyone and said, "I thank everyone for my old man first. You don't have to visit the old man specifically. In fact, the old man is the consultant of our program, and he will watch our performances. Then the people from the crew have also contacted the old man. Tomorrow, the old man will come to record two small pieces. Everyone will see it at that time, so there is no need to go there."

Han Wende said excitedly: "The ancestor is also here to do work. It's great. This time it's really here."

Lao Wang also said, "Yes, the Third Master is not on stage now."

The program was recorded until the evening. Because Ma Sanye was coming tomorrow, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai did not return to Beijing. It was a rare thing to see this powerful performance, especially He Xiangdong still had the intention to ask for advice.

In the evening, he didn't go anywhere else. He went to Zhang Yongye's house and chatted with Zhang Yongye for a long time. Zhang Yongye went on stage to perform, which made him admire him. He deserves to be Jiangnan Banner, his strength.

Zhang Yongye is also a very good at learning singing. He talked a lot with He Xiangdong and had a long time. Some talked about art, some talked about being a human being, and some talked about some things in the crosstalk industry. There were often laughter floating out in the small room.

Zhang Yongye is very knowledgeable. He is an old artist from the old society. He has worked hard in Jiangnan for many years. He has rich life experience and a very high artistic level. He inspires He Xiangdong and teaches him a lot of skills.

This technique is easily passed on. The crosstalk industry is passed on by all teachers and ancestors. It is not a disciple who has entered the school, and even a son cannot teach it. Zhang Yongye is willing to teach He Xiangdong so much, so he is so noble.

The next day, Mr. Ma San came.

As I saw on TV, the third master was very dry and thin, and he was obviously very popular. He was no different from the old man next door, and he spoke very kindly.

The pedestrians came forward to say hello, and Mr. Ma also smiled and greeted him, and made some jokes from time to time.

When he arrived at He Xiangdong, He Xiangdong respectfully shouted: "Hello, ancestor."

Master Ma San looked at He Xiangdong with a smile and asked, "Fang Wenqi's apprentice?"

He Xiangdongdao: "Yes."

Mr. Ma San said: "It's great. Your master came to me many years ago to ask about art. You are a very good artist. You are also very good. Yesterday Zhiming told me about your business. Child, you did a good job."

He Xiangdong's eyes couldn't help but turn a little red. Not everyone agreed with their persistence over the years. He knew that many people called them fools behind their backs, but they still persisted like this. They did not comment on others, but just to be worthy of the word crosstalk.

But today I heard Ma Sanye’s comments, but it still made his nose sore.

Mr. Ma San looked at He Xiangdong and continued calmly: "The eight major changes you made yesterday were carved into plates and showed them to me. You made a good deal, especially Liu Huoer, which is really amazing."

He Xiangdongdao: "Please give me more advice."

At this time, director Zhao Erran also went to the backstage and shouted at the door: "Third Master, the recording is about to begin, let's record yours first."

Master Ma San nodded to him and said, "Oh, I'll come out."

Zhao Erran stepped back to the front desk. Ma San took off his coat and started putting on his coat. Young Master Ma was helping him with it. Ma San said while wearing it: "In terms of skills, you are already very good, and there is basically nothing to choose. If you want to say it is lacking, it is just about age. You have to communicate with the audience more and more. The key to saying crosstalk is not on stage, but listening in the audience."

After tied the last button, Ma Sanye smoothed his coat with his hands and said, "Of course, this is not too anxious. It takes many years of hard work. You are still young, and you have to say more and say more to the audience. The art of crosstalk is just the art of facing the audience. You don't have to insist on performing on stage. What's more important is to perform with the audience. As long as they recognize you, even if you chat, it will be crosstalk."

Master Ma San finally stretched his sleeves and smiled at He Xiangdong and said, "So, look carefully."

As he said that, Mr. Ma San walked up the stage with his hands on his back.

He Xiangdong quickly followed, and the true essence of Ma's crosstalk is about to begin. To be continued.
Chapter completed!