Mr. Chen and another middle-aged man sat opposite each other and drank tea. The middle-aged man dressed in an old gown and drank slowly with a quaint tea cup.

Hearing the footsteps of He Xiangdong coming up, he turned to look at He Xiangdong, his eyes neither salty nor light, as if he was watching a passerby who happened to pass by.

He Xiangdong's eyes were a little stagnant. Although he didn't know the middle-aged man, the feeling that that man gave him was very special, with a familiar aura, not familiar, but earthly spirit. If this person was also an artist, then he must have had the experience of picking up money on the ground for a long time.

As his master said, an artist who has never picked up money on the ground will never have real earth energy, nor will he really enter the hearts of the audience. He Xiangdong was born in the ground, and he felt a strong earth energy in the person in front of him.

He Xiangdong looked at the man deeply and bowed, "Mr. Chen."

Mr. Chen Qi did not stand up, but pointed directly at the seat beside him and said, "Come on, sit down."

He Xiangdong put down his hand, but he didn't see the life. He walked over and sat down with Xue Guo and the other two. He Xiangdong sat opposite Mr. Chen and Xue Guo sat opposite the middle-aged man.

There were a lot of snacks on the table. Mr. Chen took a piece of pastry from it, broke it into two pieces, put it in his mouth and ate it slowly, without saying a word.

He Xiangdong looked at the two of them, but he took the initiative to speak first: "Where is Ah Song, why didn't you see him?"

Mr. Chen replied: "He has something to do, so let's go first."

He Xiangdong looked at the middle-aged man and asked Mr. Chen: "Will you not introduce him?"

Chang."

He Xiangdong also looked at him and clasped his fists and said, "He Xiangdong, he is taught by Fang Wenqi."

The middle-aged man nodded, didn't ask much, nor did he ask Xue Guo sitting next to him. Xue Guo had no good feelings for these two people, nor did he take the initiative to talk to introduce his meaning, and He Xiangdong did not speak.

After silently eating a piece of pastry, Chen Qigong patted the residue on his hands and said to He Xiangdong: "Fu Sheng is the one who fights you today."

He Xiangdong looked at Fu Sheng's eyes deeply and had just chatted with him. He Xiangdong also heard that this person was not the one who talked about the Jiutou Case in the Walkman. If it were that person, He Xiangdong would not have the confidence to win. The person's artistic level was too high, so high that he felt like he was looking up to him.

He Xiangdong looked away, looked at Mr. Chen again, and asked, "Tell me, what kind of constitution is it?"

Chen Qi said justice: "Simple, there are a few old men downstairs who have another tea. You can say stand-up crosstalk in front of them, let them comment on you."

Before He Xiangdong could say anything, Xue Guo couldn't help it at first, and he said, "If you ask those people to comment, how do you evaluate it? How do I know if they are yours?"

Mr. Chen looked at Xue Guo and smiled: "Young people should be calm."

He Xiangdong helped Xue Guoyi's words: "Mr. Chen may not look old last year."

Mr. Chen looked at He Xiangdong with a smile, thought for a while, and said, "In this way, you will leave this afternoon anyway, so you will save trouble. Let the old men in the teahouse downstairs be audiences for you. You take turns to talk to each other. You two comment on each other. They are all crosstalk people, and they can always tell the difference between good and bad."

"Comment on each other?" Xue Guo was shocked.

"Mutual comments?" He Xiangdong frowned slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

I have always said that there is no title in literature and no title in martial arts. Why do I say that? Because the competition of martial artists is very simple, just play the game. Whoever stands and wins is clear, it is very simple and clear.

But literati are not like this. How can literati decide the winner? I say your article has a good idea. If you say his writing is good, then you can't compete for it. Even if you barely rank a ranking in the end, there will definitely be endless debate.

The folk art industry like crosstalk is also a literary industry, and it is difficult to decide the winner. It is impossible for everyone to like a joke. The layman laughed loudly when he heard it, but the insider said that what you said was not crosstalk at all.

There is still no result to win, so most of the people here praise me. You praise me as a master, and I praise you as an artist. Otherwise, why are there so many artists now? They are all blown up by their peers.

There are very few actors who can be truly loved by the audience and admired by their peers, so few that they can count them with their fingers. Fang Wenqi's education on He Xiangdong is to try to be praised and loved by the audience and peers. If the two can only be taken by them, then the latter must be abandoned and the former, and the audience's feelings are the most fundamental foothold of an actor.

He Xiangdong didn't expect that Mr. Chen Qi would propose such a competition method. Xue Guo didn't expect that he looked at Chen Qi in shock and said, "Comments? What can I get from ratings?"

Mr. Chen smiled: "I believe you are all artists with artistic ethics, and you will never have selfish intentions in this regard, right?"

Xue Guo was stunned for a moment. No selfishness? How could she not be selfish? Artists are just a non-circle and fame market, and who has no selfishness? Besides, unless the two have a huge difference in strength, how can they tell the difference by just mutual evaluation? He turned to look at He Xiangdong's eyes. Now he also felt that there was really something tricky about it.

Just the day before yesterday, he was still aggressive and insisted on driving He Xiangdong out of the crosstalk world. Now, why is he looking lighter? He picked it up and put it down gently. This weirdness made Xue Guo feel very uncomfortable.

He Xiangdong did not answer immediately, frowned and thought. Chen Qigong and Fu Sheng were not panicked, just drank tea and had snacks slowly.

After a while, He Xiangdong smiled and said, "Okay, let's do as Mr. Chen said."

Mr. Chen clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Brother He, let's go first."

He Xiangdong smiled, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let Mr. Fu come first."

Chen Qi raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

He Xiangdongdao: "Of course."

Fu Sheng looked at He Xiangdong and nodded and said, "Okay, it's a good thing for young people to be confident, so I'll do it first."

As he said that, Fu Sheng got up and went to Yi Building. Chen Qigong stretched out his hand and took He Xiangdong and Xue Guo to Yi Building.

Fu Sheng and the shopkeeper said a few words, and the shopkeeper immediately asked the waiter to move the table prepared in advance to the front. The shopkeeper bowed his hand and said to the tea lovers sitting, "Everyone, listen to me."

The tea lovers below were all acquaintances, and someone said, "Old Liu, just tell me if you have anything to do."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You are all regular customers of our Liu family teahouse. To thank you for your support, I, Old Liu, specially invited two crosstalk actors to tell you two stand-up crosstalks today, which is what I like to cheer you up."

Someone else shouted, "Don't you don't want money, we don't want it."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "This is thank everyone. I, Lao Liu, are responsible for all the fees. Please just listen."

"Okay" Someone took the lead and shouted "Okay".

The old men all applauded. Anyway, they all came to the teahouse to play time. Now that they could listen to free crosstalk, they were naturally so happy.

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he retreated to the side. Fu Sheng came on stage. He was not wearing a lab coat, an old-fashioned white coat, and cloth shoes on his feet.

He sat in front of the table, folded fans, woke up wood, and handkerchiefs in turn. He smiled slightly at the audience in front of him, very calm and had his own temperament.

He Xiangdong raised his eyebrows at that time, and he didn't have to watch whether a crosstalk actor had the ability. He didn't have to watch him speak. As long as he stood on the stage and saw his present state, you'll know.

It is obvious that Fu Sheng is a very capable artist. Just looking at his demeanor, he feels pressure.

Fu Sheng didn't speak crosstalk when he came on stage, but talked to the audience about leisure. The crosstalk actors went on stage to call the audience friends. Fu Sheng was well aware of this point. He had also picked up money on the ground. He was very good at this.

In just a few words, Fu Sheng became friends with these old men. Everyone looked at him and was happy with him. He Xiangdong looked at the audience and then Fu Sheng, knowing in his heart that this should be a job.

Sure enough, Fu Sheng's words were: "Yes, there are many murder cases like us now, and there were also many in the past. The very famous one was a case in Shuntian Prefecture, Beijing during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. That was the case involving nine heads. In other words, the last nine heads of this story were found, and there were also many. Who said that if it was not enough? It doesn't matter, I'll cut off my crosstalk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-talk-sharing head."

Fu Sheng did not say the final poem or wake up the speech. He just put the work into the conversation with the audience and talked about the Jiutou Case very naturally. The elderly audience were all attracted by him. This person is quite capable.

He Xiangdong and Xue Guo were also staring at Fu Sheng. This was his opponent in the competition. Although they were mutual evaluations, if there was a huge gap, then He Xiangdong would have no face to tell others that he would be incompatible. It would be fun if it was then.

After a moment, He Xiangdong and Xue Guo's faces looked a little ugly. He Xiangdong looked at the stage, looked calmly, exhaled heavily, and said, "Famous Master." To be continued.
Chapter completed!