"Ah?" Zhao Fenghua was stunned. The time was too short and he didn't understand He Xiangdong's teacher. He Xiangdong was not famous, and the friends he asked could not tell the reason. Tian                                        

It was just that He Xiangdong and his master were both folk artists. Later, he was lucky and joined the art troupe. It seemed that his master was still selling his art in the folk arts or something.

Looking at He Xiangdong's age, he instinctively thought that He Xiangdong's seniority was very young and had no background. But just now, he heard Mr. Hou say this, and it seems that He Xiangdong's seniority is still very high?

Zhao Fenghua was a little confused.

In fact, just now, Master Hou deliberately made a bad job. He Xiangdong and Zhao Fenghua are of the same generation, but he deliberately said that He Xiangdong's seniority is not lower than Zhao Fenghua. As expected, the other party was stunned.

Some people are very young but have high seniority, which is actually very common. Not to mention the traditional artist industry, even in ordinary family ethical relationships, some people have children early, and some have children in old age. You middle-aged people in your thirties have to call a three-year-old kid uncle according to your seniority.

This is normal.

Zhao Fenghua frowned and thought. Even though He Xiangdong's seniority is not lower than his, it is a fact that he said that vulgar crosstalk in the teahouse, and no one can deny this.

He said, "Let's not talk about seniority, just talk about the kind of crosstalk he said in the teahouse. I am an outsider and I dare not express any opinions. What I am worried about is that the random performance outside will ruin your reputation in the group, so I will tell you."

This is so heartbreaking. To put it bluntly, his meaning is to keep this kid in charge of your reputation.

Master Hou naturally heard it. For the first time, he really looked up at Zhao Fenghua and looked at his eyes coldly. Zhao Fenghua suddenly felt a little unnatural.

After a while, Master Hou San said, "Then I want to thank you?"

Zhao Fenghua was stunned. He didn't know what Mr. Hou said, so he said politely: "I dare not, I'm just saying this to you."

"Hmph." Mr. Hou sneered, and even lost his mind to see Zhao Fenghua. He asked disdainfully: "Then why did you have conflicts with the teahouse owner? How did you get the actors in our group take the stage?"

After hearing this, Zhao Fenghua secretly called out in his heart that the third master must have known that he had taken advantage of the situation, otherwise he would not have such an attitude.

In fact, early this morning, Mr. Hou San asked He Xiangdong and Xue Guo what they did last night. He never saw anyone, and he didn't know when they would go back to the hotel.

The two told Mr. Hou San about the whole story. After Mr. Hou San was holding a fire in his stomach, but this ignorant guy came to him.

Zhao Fenghua looked a little panicked. It was not nice to say that people were on the spot. Although many actors are doing such things for money now, they will eventually ruin their reputation if they spread.

He suppressed the thoughts in his heart, tried to calm down, and said vaguely: "I just had some small conflicts with my boss, and now I have dealt with them."

After hearing this, the cup that Mr. Hou had just held up hit the table again. With a bang, Zhao Fenghua jumped in shock.

"Have you handled it?" Master Hou San looked at Zhao Fenghua coldly: "Why are you going to come here after you handle it? Do you want me to congratulate you? Or do you ask me to treat you to dinner?"

These few words were a little ruthless. Zhao Fenghua's face was pale at the time. He never expected that Master Hou San would be so rude. He looked at Master Hou San with some fear and stuttered: "I'm just not just I just want to tell you that the actors in your group's performance in the teahouse are a bit indecent."

Mr. Hou San interrupted without hesitation: "The actors in my group won't bother you, Teacher Zhao. In addition, He Xiangdong is my junior nephew. I will be responsible for what he plays, and you don't have to worry about it."

Zhao Fenghua's heart was trembling at that time. Master Hou's words were too heavy. It was obvious that he was supporting He Xiangdong. Didn't this guy just say that he was an ordinary folk artist? How could he be so valued by Master Hou?

Mr. Hou is from a famous family, and his disciples are even spread throughout the crosstalk world. Mr. Hou is also a few characters who are active in the crosstalk actors on the stage. That's how the characters are so optimistic about such an ordinary folk artist? He is willing to support him and take risks.

Why? Is He Xiangdong’s master not an ordinary old folk artist? Is it very good? It shouldn’t be that even the crosstalk actors can count them himself, but I haven’t seen any such a position as He Xiangdong.

Zhao Fenghua's thoughts were surging, and he didn't know what to say. His face was dark and dark. He couldn't figure out He Xiangdong's background. He also remembered He Xiangdong's amazing performance last night. He felt that this young man was a little unfathomable.

In fact, he didn't know that He Xiangdong had no background at all. He was just an ordinary folk artist. Mr. Hou San was optimistic about him and was willing to support him because he liked this person. He valued the child's high crosstalk art and the heart he devoted to crosstalk.

Mr. Hou San picked up a newspaper, shook it open, and said, "Teacher Zhao, if you have nothing to do, just leave first. We have to be busy with performances. We dare not be careless for the performance tonight, let alone avoid acting casually."

Zhao Fenghua's face looked very ugly and he didn't dare to speak anymore. Now he only asked Mr. Hou San not to tell him about his on-the-spot, otherwise his reputation would be bad.

He is really regretting now, not regretting the fact that he took the person on the spot last night. With Zhao Fenghua's personality, he regretted that he did not extort money successfully, not the behavior of taking the person. What he regrets now is that he shouldn't have come in and get the humiliation.

He wanted to explain a few words, but Master Hou was flipping through the newspaper impatiently, not willing to pay attention to him at all, and he didn't dare to speak, so he turned around and walked out the door.

After he left, Mr. Hou San slapped the newspaper in his hand heavily on the sand, with anger still in his eyes. He looked at the cup of tea in the seat where Zhao Fenghua sat in front. It was made for him by the staff when he came in.

"It's extremely shameless to ruin the reputation of the industry." Mr. Hou San grabbed the cup and threw it into the trash can angrily. The sound of a snap made a ceramic cup shatter.

Master Hou San got up angrily and didn't want to stay in the room anymore, so he went out to watch the rehearsal.

The performance at Xinxiang Station ended successfully, and the art troupe rushed to Beijing. Ten days later, the performance at Yi Station ended, and the large-scale literary and artistic condolence performance on the Western Front officially ended. All of these actors returned to Beijing.

When I left, the sun was still scorching, and now it is golden autumn. To be continued.
Chapter completed!