Fang Wenqi also had a headache. The boss's approach just now also has a saying in the industry, called "order deal", which means that the audience gives money to ask a certain artist to say crosstalk, or a certain crosstalk.

This situation used to be common in teahouses and small theaters, but now it is no longer performed in large theaters, because you buy tickets and enter the show, and the show is arranged by artists in the backstage, so the audience basically cannot control it.

For those who perform in the open air like He Xiangdong and others, customers order a deal. According to industry rules, artists must come out to perform. The play is bigger than the sky, which is also a rule.

Even if there is an urgent matter, you have to finish the show before you can deal with it. Even if your father dies, you have to finish the show before you can go home to attend the funeral. Don’t think that this is a joke. The industry rules are like this, and the drama is bigger than the sky. If you have a performance today, even if the sky falls, you have to finish it.

In the old society, an artist who broke the rules would be rejected by all peers. No theater and teahouse would want artists like you. Is it unkind to be favored? Maybe yes, but the industry rules are like this.

After the founding of New China, all walks of life have undergone transformation, and the spirit of the world has disappeared. The folk arts have been slightly preserved. Old folk artists like Fang Wenqi who came from the old society have a strong spirit of the world.

Huang Hua asked softly beside him: "Xiao Dongzi is only nine years old, can he do it? He won't be able to act like a mess."

Fang Wenqi said, "The play is bigger than the sky. Since he sang the opening song of the Liuer, he is the actor who performed. If the audience points him, we have nothing to say. Give Xiao Dongzi a chance and let him try it."

Huang Hua frowned. Although he nodded in agreement, he still doubted He Xiangdong's ability. After all, this is only a nine-year-old child. He is too young. The audience is paid for real money. Can he really perform well?

Fang Wenqi was quite confident in He Xiangdong and bowed his fists and said, "Since everyone is so proud of my apprentice, let me and my apprentice come and tell everyone a crosstalk. The little apprentice is young, so you all will take care of it."

"good."

"Come on the part."

The audience was very supportive and cheered.

He Xiangdong was stunned, why did he just want to perform on stage? He has not yet learned crosstalk seriously. Just yesterday, his master taught him eight screens of speech. It would be too hasty to go on stage the next day.

Fang Wenqi waved in front and said, "Dongzi, come here quickly."

He Xiangdong quickly trotted to Fang Wenqi.

Fang Wenqi said softly to He Xiangdong: "Dongzi, let's talk about eight screens. You have been practicing the penetration and mouth work for several years. You are very familiar with it. I also taught you the words yesterday. Just follow it. Master will support you, don't be afraid, even if you say, Master can take care of you no matter what you say."

"Hey." He Xiangdong agreed. He is a natural actor on the field. He dares to perform at someone's birthday party even if he doesn't know how to do it. How could he be afraid of such a scene now?

At first, he was a little confused, but now He Xiangdong has adjusted it and quickly walked to the position of the funny actor. The position of the funny actor is different. The funny actor is on the right and the supporting actor is on the left. From the perspective of the audience, the funny actor is on the left and the supporting actor is on the right.

Fang Wenqi also stood behind the table and looked at He Xiangdong with a slanted body.

He Xiangdong pressed his right hand with his left hand and bowed with his fists: "Apprentice He Xiangdong."

Fang Wenqi also looked at the audience and bowed with fists: "Crossing Talk Artist Fang Wenqi."

"Salute to our parents of food and clothing, and thank you for your support."

Bow and applause.

When introducing crosstalk actors, they always introduce the funny actor first and then the supporting actor. This is a rule passed down by the ancestors, so Fang Wenqi is higher than He Xiangdong, but he will introduce He Xiangdong first.

He Xiangdong looked at the audience without showing any timidity. The typhoon was very cool and said, "Thank you for your support. I am so proud of me, a child, so I am so nervous. There are some bad things to say, so you all will take care of it."

The applause came again, and the audience was very encouraging.

He Xiangdong continued, "Just now, my uncle Huang Hua sang a quick-row book to you, Nezha was in trouble."

Fang Wenqi said: "Hey, right."

He Xiangdong said: "If you want to say that my uncle is good at abilities, how good is this quick-bang book? Why is this person so skilled in art?"

Fang Wenqi also asked: "Yes, why?"

He Xiangdong explained: "This is because someone is a parent. Look at my uncle's face. This is a big one."

Fang Wenqi quickly stopped him: "Go, what are you talking nonsense? Do you think it's not just a fart if you pull it horizontally."

He Xiangdong was so happy himself.

The audience laughed too, Huang Hua was stunned off the court, and suddenly laughed out loud, and his heart was relieved a lot. It was a good phenomenon not to show his timidity.

He Xiangdong smiled, pointed at Fang Wenqi with his finger, and said, "The one standing beside me is my master, Fang Wenqi."

Fang Wenqi also laughed. He didn't teach him yesterday in vain. His apprentice would answer, and he also replied: "Yes, it's me."

He Xiangdong continued to introduce: "My master is an old artist with a very high artistic level."

Fang Wenqi smiled and said, "Oh, I don't dare to be like this, you can praise me."

He Xiangdong: "Not praise, aren't you all the young folk art artists?"

Fang Wenqi said in surprise: "This name sounds so fresh and refined."

He Xiangdong said: "That's right, tell everyone where you do in Quyi?"

Fang Wenqi looked at the audience and said, "I am talking about crosstalk."

He Xiangdong took care of his collar and said, "Then guess what I'm doing?"

Fang Wenqi shook his head and said, "I can't guess this."

He Xiangdong said: "I am a literati, baby, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Wenqi pushed him and scolded: "Who are you calling me? It's big or small."

The audience also watched the fun below.

Fang Wenqi said again: "You said you are a literati, so what are you doing?"

He Xiangdong said: "I, I usually read books, read newspapers, practice calligraphy, play the piano, and urinate on the kang."

Fang Wenqi quickly interrupted him: "What did you say just now?"

"Uh" He Xiangdong defended: "I'm talking about my couplets, and I'm talking about Spring Festival couplets."

Fang Wenqi smiled and said, "Okay, I almost told the truth."

He Xiangdong smiled, looked at the audience, and his heart suddenly stumbled. He didn't even smile, this burden was plague.

Crosstalk performances, especially street performers, pay great attention to watching the food and eating. You must be clear about what your audience wants to hear, what you like to hear, and what you say to others.

Just like people like spicy food, but you insist on giving them sweet food. Can they be happy to listen to it? The traditional old joke of Ba Fanping is also based on storytelling. It has a relatively high literary atmosphere and belongs to the literary type. It is not suitable to perform in the countryside. Of course, the most important thing is the mat-talk that He Xiangdong only learned yesterday. He performed today, which is too fast and cannot master it well.

Fang Wenqi naturally saw this problem, but since she was on stage, she would never be knocked down by the audience. Fang Wenqi looked at He Xiangdong's eyes and nodded slightly at him.

He Xiangdong felt a little calmer and continued to say: "I just talked about the right couple. We literati and poets all love each other. Can you give me a right couple?"

Fang Wenqi also said: "Okay, please give me the first couplet."

He Xiangdongdao: "My first couplet is that the wind blows the water surface layer by layer."

Fang Wenqi hesitated and said, "I really can't say anything about this. Let me tell you the next couplet."

He Xiangdong said disgusted: "I don't know anything, I can't know anything."

Fang Wenqi said: "Yes, I don't understand, just teach me."

He Xiangdongdao: "The wind blows on the water surface, the wind is above it."

Fang Wenqi interrupted him and said, "No, I want to know this couplet."

He Xiangdong continued, "The water surface, there are waves on the water surface, layers of layers."

Fang Wenqi interrupted him again: "What I want to know is this couplet."

"Oh, the second couplet." He Xiangdong seemed to have heard it now, then spread his hands and said very alone: ​​"Then how can I know."

Fang Wenqi said: "Okay."

He Xiangdong looked at the audience again. The burden was plagued again. Several audience members turned around and left. There were many whispering, and the boss who gave the money also showed an impatient expression. Off the field, Huang Hua also frowned.

He Xiangdong felt nervous and became anxious. The two bags didn't sound, which meant that the way he was doing was not good, and this crosstalk was probably swaying.

"No, I can't continue to say that." He Xiangdong made a crazy decision secretly.
Chapter completed!