"Happy Clock." Mr. Hou San and Xue Guo both sucked the smell, and their faces showed bitterness and embarrassment.

Huanxi Chong'er is an indelible pain in his heart for crosstalk actors. In the old society, artists have a low social status, and crosstalk artists are even half begging and half-art. In order to have a full meal, they have to belittle themselves.

I told the audience that I am the joyful insect in front of you. The purpose of being born in this world is to make you happy. You should raise a kitten and a dog, give me a few melons and two dates. When I go home and pick up the bowl, I will not forget your kindness.

All of them are in this state, which is sad and lamentable.

In fact, this is also a society's prejudice against comedy and comedians. The mainstream value directly inherited is that comedy is not a serious thing. After people laugh, they have to turn around and scold you.

The crosstalk reform group reformed crosstalk and purified the stage in order to meet the needs of political propaganda, but isn’t it that the artist has lived a self-deprecating life?

Mr. Hou sighed and said with emotion: "So artists should not be self-deprecating. Don't let people come over to scold you after laughing."

He Xiangdong nodded and paused for a long time before saying, "I believe everything will get better. The day that belongs to us crosstalk artists and comedy artists will come after all."

Master Hou San looked straight into He Xiangdong's eyes, and his eyes gradually showed a look of admiration, and then nodded a few times.

Xue Guo also looked at He Xiangdong and showed a complex smile.

The three people who had been having a good chat were all silent at this time, and they all felt a little heavy in their hearts.

After being silent for a while, Mr. Hou San took the initiative to speak: "Do you just spend the whole day in the garden?"

He Xiangdongdao: "Yes."

Mr. Hou continued to ask, "Come here in the afternoon, are you busy in the garden? Are there enough actors?"

He Xiangdong replied: "It's okay now, and the actors are enough. I'm basically not very important when I go out for a trip. They can tell you."

"Oh." Mr. Hou San nodded slightly, thought for a while, and asked again: "Are you interested in following us for a performance?"

"Me?" He Xiangdong was stunned when he heard this, his eyes wide open. He didn't expect that Mr. Hou would actually say such a sentence.

Xue Guo was funny looking beside him. He rarely saw such a shocked expression on He Xiangdong's face. He smiled and said, "Or what do you think you are here for? Are you really having fun?"

He Xiangdong was still surprised. Why did this professional group find a folk artist like him? He asked, "Why is it me?"

Mr. Hou laughed: "There are few young people who are willing to speak crosstalk now, and even fewer young people who can speak crosstalk. I finally found one. How could I let it go? Ah, hahaha, Lao Fan went to praise you, I can't leave behind me, right?"

He Xiangdong was still a little hesitant: "But I"

Mr. Hou raised his hand and pressed down what he wanted to say. He said, "It is good to say crosstalk in the garden, but it is a small occasion after all, with only dozens or hundreds of audiences in the venue, which is already amazing. But we can't stick to crosstalk so much. If you follow us to perform, you can also see big scenes. This is also a kind of training for your own abilities."

"Also, there are very few people who are speaking crosstalk among the folk now. Not only crosstalk, but a few people in the folk art industry have made it in the folk art industry. Come to our side and talk, you can also get to know more of the folk art predecessors and famous crosstalk artists, which will be beneficial to your future exhibitions."

"You can't be isolated from the whole world when you live. Your master was so angry back then, otherwise he wouldn't have been like that later, alas."

Mr. Hou shook his head and sighed. He Xiangdong felt uncomfortable. His temper was not as stubborn and strong as his master. He had his own persistence in crosstalk. He was a persistent person, but not a stubborn person. He did not have much resistance to knowing more actors in the system or performing within the system.

Xue Guo also advised, "Dongzi, come here, Mr. Hou is also very interested in helping him and he loves to promote those young people who love crosstalk. You are here, we can still talk together."

To be honest, it is actually fake to say that you can't be moved. After all, this is a rare opportunity. The Railway Art Troupe is a large group. It performs along the railway line all year round and cooperates with many large stations. The actors in the troupe often perform on TV. They also shoot TV series. The Emperor Kangxi, Mr. Zhang Guoli, who has been very popular in recent years, is an actor in the art Troupe.

He Xiangdong's eyes moved slightly, and he thought for a moment, thinking that even if he followed them to perform, the business in the garden would not have any major impact. He said, "I am an actor outside the system who came to you. Can your leaders agree?"

Seeing that He Xiangdong agreed, Master Hou San was also very happy and said with a smile: "What are you disagreeing with? I am the leader. What are you disagreeing with?"

He Xiangdong was startled and jumped: "Your words are really domineering."

Xue Guo also said from the side: "Mr. Hou is our deputy commander."

"Go." Mr. Hou San scolded Xue Guo with a smile, and then said to He Xiangdong: "You can do it as soon as possible. There will be a condolence performance in our group next week in Shijiazhuang. You can also follow it. You can perform a few shows first and show your skills and skills. Then, I will see if you can transfer your working relationship into the group."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong said, "It's not necessary to join the group. I still have something to do in the garden. I still have to say crosstalk there."

Mr. Hou San smiled and said, "Don't worry about this, it has no impact. We have more actors here, and there are many actors who go to other places to run their holes. I didn't say that you can stay in the group all day. You can transfer your work relationships and gossip in the future, so it's convenient for others to gossip."

"Okay, okay, everything is following your arrangements, how much trouble you have." He Xiangdong knew that this was someone else's kindness, so he agreed.

Mr. Hou San said, "Hey, it's okay. Just say crosstalk well, and I'm happy. I'm old now, I hope there are more outstanding young people in our team, and we are willing to praise them. Besides, you are Fang Wenqi's personal disciple, your level of crosstalk and your love for crosstalk will definitely be fine. Who else can you praise if you don't?"

He Xiangdong also smiled.

Xue Guo looked at He Xiangdong with a smile as if Maitreya Fu, and said, "We can start talking crosstalk again."

He Xiangdong nodded and smiled at him. To be continued.
Chapter completed!