This monk is not a real monk. He shaves his head off for filming, so he naturally doesn't need to follow the rules and regulations. He is also drinking and eating meat now. You mean he is a strong man who can run on his arms, but he is just shy and chews slowly when eating, and he is so gentle.

This is not the style of this man. It looks too inconsistent. He Xiangdong looked at it several times and felt uncomfortable and greasy all over.

The Taoist priest had a long shawl, and now he took off his hairpin. The long shoulders were hanging down and looked very rock-shaped. He cursed at the monk: "Da Biao, can you stop being so squeaky? Look at you scared Brother He."

"Hmph." The monk let out a soft hum.

Everyone was chilling.

Xue Guo also explained to He Xiangdong: "Don't care, Da Biao is just like that, but, it's good for others."

"Yes, yes." He Xiangdong responded with a dry smile, but thought in his heart that the name Da Biao was so wonderful.

There were three monks, Taoists and lamas in the crew sitting at the dinner table. These were all Xue Guo’s old friends and were having fun chatting at the dinner table.

He Xiangdong is still quite reserved, and he doesn't answer much or is active. He is just like this. Don't look at him talking endlessly on the stage and never seeing any life. In fact, it's all work needs.

In life, he is relatively cautious. He will look very active and close to people he is familiar with, but when facing strangers, he will feel that he is not very comfortable and will still maintain a cautious heart.

This may also have something to do with him having sex in the world for a long time. The so-called "The older the world, the less courageous you are, the more you are, the more you are, the more you are, the more you are, the more you will unconsciously build a wall in your heart. There are two worlds inside and outside the wall, and there are very few people who can reach the world inside the wall.

Xue Guo’s friends hadn’t seen each other for a long time and were so happy that they ignored He Xiangdong next to him.

Of course, He Xiangdong did not put his discomfort on his face. What he showed was the calm and gentle look, and he also said a few words from time to time, which looked very decent.

The Taoist priest was eating the dish and said to Xue Guo, "Hey, Martin is also in Xinxiang."

Xue Guo said in surprise: "Well, this kid has come to Xinxiang? I said I haven't seen him for several years. What is he doing here now?"

The Taoist priest said, "Hey, I tell you that this kid is so awesome now. He has held a performance here. Oh, the business is so good. This grandson is now rich."

Xue Guo said: "Really? Is the theater still open? What theater is it? What are you acting in?"

The Taoist priest stuffed the meat from the chopsticks into his mouth and chewed it heavily, and said while chewing: "You can't say it, his business really has something to do with you."

Xue Guoyi pointed to herself and wondered: "Follow me?"

The lama sitting next to him explained to him: "Because the grandson was opening a crosstalk venue."

"Ah, did he make a crosstalk garden?" Xue Guo was really surprised this time. There are few small theaters in the folk that specialize in crosstalk. He only knew about the Xiangwen Club that He Xiangdong had set up in Beijing, and Mr. Yu Baolin from Tianjin. He really didn't know much about other things.

He Xiangdong also raised his head in surprise, and finally there was news that interested him. Although he also opened a theater in the folk, he did not object to others. He even said that he felt that the more competitors he had, the better, and it would be best for those who spoke crosstalk to go to the folk.

His straightforward idea is to make crosstalk popular. He always believes that only crosstalk popularization is the best way to prosper the industry.

No matter how many times you are on TV or how many times you are on the Spring Festival Gala, even if your popularity is already very high, it will be useless if your strength is not matched with fame. What the audience likes must be your crosstalk, not how high your exposure is. Crosstalk is a craft, and craftsmen can only rely on their own abilities to make a living.

He Xiangdong has a very clear understanding, that is, the crosstalk that the audience likes must be among the people. Why do you say that? The reason is very simple. Folk artists rely on the audience to make a living. If their crosstalk is not liked by the audience, they will go hungry. In order to avoid starving to death, he can only continuously improve his crosstalk and make the audience willing to spend money to watch. This model directly improves the actor's artistic level.

Of course, there are many crosstalk works that are popular among the people in the professional group, but these crosstalks are works written by artists who have been in the grassroots for several months, or even two years, and have a deep understanding, so they can be accepted by the masses.

This is different from those actors nowadays. There are too few people who are willing to go to the grassroots level to experience it. They can be eaten for several months and two years at any time. Who can eat it? Find a good screenwriter to spend some money to make a funny notebook and still be famous after going on TV. Who can do that?

However, this model is not lasting. Although several very excellent crosstalk screenwriters have been published, Bisheji, Liang Zuo and others have also written very excellent crosstalk books. However, you can use these external forces for artists, especially crosstalk artists, but you cannot rely on them. In the final analysis, artists still have to rely on their own strength.

So now He Xiangdong knew that there was a crosstalk garden in Xinxiang, Henan. He was very happy and his eyes were full of dazzling brilliance.

Xue Guo turned her head and looked at He Xiangdong, showing a knowing smile. He knew that He Xiangdong must be excited to hear the news.

He smiled and said to the Taoist priest: "Do you know Martin's phone number? Call that grandson to gather. By the way, I haven't seen him for years."

"It's OK, no problem." As he said that, the Taoist priest took out his cell phone from his pocket and prepared to call.

Xue Guoyan said in an envious manner: "Wow, you are so amazing. Have you used your phone?"

The Taoist priest curled his lips and said disgusted: "You guy with an iron rice bowl is not still using broken paging, right?"

Xue Guo laughed and scolded: "Where is the proletariat, you guys who devoted themselves to capitalism, who earn a lot of money."

"Get out." The Taoist priest cursed angrily. After dialing the number, he put his phone in his ear. After reading it, he said, "Hey, grandson, that's right, it's me, hahaha."

He Xiangdongyi stared at the Taoist priest. He didn't know what the Martin was talking on the phone. He only heard the Taoist priest talking there.

"Ah, why are you calling to find you? Of course, there is something wrong with nonsense. Say it? If I don't say it, I will suck your appetite."

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes, and was speechless.

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, Xue Guo is here in Xinxiang. He asked if you want to come to gather and come out. Ah? If you have something to do, what's the matter with your garden? Do you want to help? Oh, oh, okay, then I'll leave it first."

Xue Guo asked, "What's going on?"

The Taoist priest put away his cell phone, frowned, and said, "Martin didn't say it clearly on the phone, just said that something seemed to have happened to his crosstalk garden and was dealing with it now. He said he couldn't come for the time being and he would invite you to dinner tomorrow."

The lama next to him asked, "What's the matter? Do you want us to help?"

The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "He didn't explain it clearly, but I asked. He said he didn't need help, it might not be a big deal. Okay, let's eat ours. If there is really something wrong, then grandson must speak."

Only then did the few people feel relieved.

However, He Xiangdong was a little unwilling to give up. He said to the Taoist priest: "Can you tell me the address of the garden?" It will be continued.
Chapter completed!