He Xiangdong went directly to Zhang Wenhai's house, and Fan Wenquan was also at the Zhang family. He Xiangdong discussed with them about the special performance, but was scolded by the formation, saying that He Xiangdong should not bother them with this little trouble.

It would be better for him to make the decisions about the matter in the garden. Now these two old men don’t care about anything and are obsessed with collecting and sorting out lost jokes and songs. If there weren’t too few actors in the garden now and they needed to support the scene, they probably wouldn’t even show their faces.

He Xiangdong left in disappointment, and his nose was absent when he touched him. The two old men had a lot of temper recently. Their eyes were red when they sorted out the documents and information, and they were covered in blood. Especially Zhang Wenhai, who was like white hair and mushrooms after the rain, and they were rushing out.

According to Zhang Wenhai, the traditional song they were sorting out, the song cards have been lost, but they have been repaired now and it is about to be completed. He Xiangdong also asked about the song cards, but Zhang Wenhai refused to tell him life and death, and even kept him in a custody.

He Xiangdong asked a few more questions and was immediately driven away by Zhang Wenhai. Even Fan Wenquan, a good-tempered person, irritably asked He Xiangdong to get out quickly and don't bother them. The old men were crazy.

He Xiangdong didn't care about the attitude of the two old men towards him, but instead was a little worried about their bodies. They were both older people and they still worked so hard, but he didn't dare to persuade him.

I can only sigh silently, it is really hard to serve.

After leaving the Zhang family, He Xiangdong went directly to the Cultural Bureau to report on the special performance. Although they are small folk theaters, they are also managed by the Cultural Bureau. He Xiangdong has been criticized by many of them.

Someone was staring at the door of their performance now. Now that someone came from above, he hurried to say hello. The person responsible for this important task was a beggar wandering in the Third Ring Road. This man was very grateful. He Xiangdong was the only one among so many shop owners who did not drive him away. He often begs near the gate of the garden.

After a long time, he knew all the faces of the person checking. Later, whenever he saw someone, he would take the initiative to go in and report. He Xiangdong did not let him work in vain. Sometimes he would bring him some fast food or something for lunch.

This time, He Xiangdong was not criticized when he came to the bureau, but was praised instead, saying that he actively responded to the publicity needs of the bureau and was a socially responsible owner of a small folk theater.

A young leader in the room pulled He Xiangdong to talk to him about many policies, and also put forward many requirements and hopes for his special performance, saying that he wanted to express some ideas, reflect some social reality, and reflect some characteristics of the times.

He Xiangdong didn't remember much, but he almost burst out when he heard it. The rules of art are very objective, and things created freely are definitely the best. Once he sets the topic and makes requirements, it will become very difficult and it will be difficult to achieve the previous results.

No matter what, He Xiangdong nodded in agreement with a smile on his face. The conversation just now made him understand the theme of this special topic, which was to welcome the return with laughter. Well, a very good idea.

When he returned to the garden, He Xiangdong also started preparing for the show, and the opera newspaper was also played out. They had no other means of publicity. The only one was to put a blackboard at the door and write promotional words on it.

There are only three formal actors and staff in the garden. Guo Qing is an extra-staff member. The two old men don’t care about the affairs in the garden now, so He Xiangdong has taken over the ticket sales work. He is now sitting at the small table at the entrance of the garden to sell special tickets in advance, and is also busy writing a book, still gestured with his hands, very devoted.

Tickets for the special performance were sold two days in advance. I have to say that the idea was great. It was also with the wind of the return incident that the tickets were sold very well. Two hundred tickets were sold in two days. It was the first time that the business was so good from the opening of the garden. He Xiangdong was very excited, and Guo Qing was also very excited. He had not seen anyone these days, saying that the little girl was going to report the good news, and He Xiangdong was too lazy to talk about him.

He Xiangdong also focused more on crosstalk jokes. This time he must start the fire and try to leave more audiences.

Time flies very quickly, and two days passed in the blink of an eye. The special performance started at 7 o'clock in the evening. The actors were still four people. They were so nervous, but they had no choice.

The audience who bought the tickets basically came, almost 100 or 80 years old, with half a seat. Xiangwenshe has never had so many people since its opening, and the four people in the backstage were very excited.

There are no musicians like String Masters and Drum Masters, otherwise He Xiangdong would have wanted to rush out to sing the four joys directly, which would be the real crosstalk conference.

The program is very exciting and rich. The opening song is He Xiangdong. He sang the song of justice and counseling good deeds, and Guo Qing gave him a quick call.

"It is really hard to know the first division of chaos. Who knows how thick the earth is, how high the sky is. The sun and the moon are passing through, and they are competing for fame and profit."

He Xiangdongyi opened his voice and attracted the audience. His voice was very good, and the melody of the song "Justice Master" was very nice, which was more suitable for the public's taste than the lyrics of Taiping.

There are many performances in the crosstalk conference, including the three positions of the opening, midfielder and finale. The opening needs to attract the audience with the fastest degree, and need to be of level, energetic and attractive actors.

The midfielder was a little tired after listening to several shows, and some people wanted to go to the bathroom to facilitate their work. This scene is very difficult, and it is necessary to use a very high-level actor to suppress the scene. As for the final foundation, there is no need to say more about the importance of this large-schedule performance.

Therefore, the actors with the highest level of crosstalk conferences are basically concentrated in these three games, and there is also a difference among these actors. If you can beat the midfielder, you will definitely be able to start a good show, and if you can start a show, you will definitely be able to accumulate the bottom. Everyone has a role that suits them and a bowl of rice that belongs to them.

He Xiangdong has a wide lifestyle and has been trained in the folk for many years. He can get to any position and is a rare all-rounder. After he finished singing, Guo Qing himself also came to a short slap in the quick-paced manner.

After that, there is the crosstalk between He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai. This crosstalk is his latest book and was specially prepared for this special topic.

The two of them appeared and the audience applauded.

The performance begins.

He Xiangdong showed the smile of a rustic bun and asked Zhang Wenhai: "Why are there so many people here today?"

Zhang Wenhai stood obliquely and looked at He Xiangdong, saying, "We are all here to listen to crosstalk."

He Xiangdong said in surprise: "Listen to crosstalk, oh, are you talking about crosstalk?"

Zhang Wenhai nodded and said, "Yes, I am talking about crosstalk, aren't you?"

"I'm not, hehe, hum, hehe." He Xiangdongyi rubbed his hands around his body, showing an extremely rustic smile.

Zhang Wenhai asked again: "Then what are you doing?"

"Hmph." He Xiangdong picked up the handkerchief on the table, put it on his nose and blew it down. Zhang Wenhai's whole face wrinkled in disgust.

He Xiangdong put down the handkerchief, wiped it on his nose with his hand, and said, "Actually, I'm a big boss." It will not be continued.
Chapter completed!