He Xiangdong asked in confusion: "Peony Prize?"

Master Hou San nodded and asked back: "Don't you know?"

He Xiangdongyi looked confused: "I don't know, what is this?"

Xue Guo was speechless: "You are really deaf. If you are in the folk art world, do you care a little about the matter?"

He Xiangdong said with confidence: "That's something that needs to be told to me."

Xue Guo said, "Wow, you are the uncle, and you have to come and notify you."

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes and ignored him. In fact, he really didn't care much about things in the folk art world. He was usually very busy and ran around the garden and the group.

Moreover, he is not good at socializing, he doesn't have many friends, and he can almost count them. He is also folk artists. Who knows what the hell is doing in the system? Besides, he doesn't care about these things in his daily life, so he doesn't know even more.

Mr. Hou San suppressed his hands and stopped the two of them from talking. He said: "It's normal not to know, because it's still in the preparation stage. The Peony Award was jointly organized by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and our Qu Association. It's still in the preparation stage. The list of winners of the yi Peony Award will not be announced until next year."

"Oh." He Xiangdong probably understood what the Peony Award was, and he asked, "What kind of award is this Peony Award?"

Mr. Hou San replied: "This is our folk art award, including the Performance Award and the Literature Award. According to the current preparation goals, we regard this award as the highest prize in the folk art award."

The Peony Awards in the yith edition are only two types: Performance Award and Literature Award. However, later, the program awards, newcomers awards, theory awards, lifelong achievement awards, and music awards were cancelled only after the yith edition.

The highest award in the yiqu folk art category made He Xiangdong and Xue Guo feel sad at that time. Xue Guo knew that there was a Peony Award, but he didn't know that this award would actually be the highest award in the yi art category.

This made the two of them unable to calm down. It should be said that no one in the folk art world can calm down. The folk art world is also an artist industry. The artist industry has always been a circle of fame and fortune. If you don’t want fame or profit, you won’t enter this industry. Perhaps there are really those kinds of artists who don’t value money and interests, but he will definitely value reputation.

Every year, countless artists have scrambled to compete for the Golden Horse Awards, Feitian Awards, and Hundred Flower Awards. Why, it’s just for reputation? Now there is another Peony Award, which is the highest award in the Quyi Industry. It can be imagined that as long as this news is announced to the outside world, the Quyi Industry will definitely be crazy.

Especially next year, the first one will be held. If that folk artist won the highest award in the first year, that would be quite respectable.

He Xiangdong doesn't care much about external affairs, but this does not mean that he is a naughty man. He has been in the world for so many years and can see it better than anyone else.

This award was set up when Quyi was declining so much. It was obvious that it wanted to add a new fire to Quyi, which has been gradually abandoned by the public, to see if it could be accepted by the people again.

Because it is the first time that all sectors of society will pay more attention, and the media will definitely have a lot of exposure, so winning this award can be said to be a win between fame and fortune.

"It seems that there will be a big change in the folk art world this time." In an instant, He Xiangdong understood the key point.

After hearing He Xiangdong's words, Mr. Hou San nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you are right. The next preparation news will be announced in the folk art industry. At that time, many old guys who have already quit the world will not be able to sit still."

Xue Guo was a little incredible: "No way."

Mr. Hou snorted softly: "Why can't it be? Actually, this award was originally planned to be established and awarded this year, but the news just went out last year, and the group of people almost broke up. Later, the preparation team saw that it was no longer possible, so it was postponed for another year."

Xue Guo still didn't understand: "What does postponement of yi years have to do with the folk art industry?"

Mr. Hou San said, "You stupid boy, have been postponed for 1998. The awards for the first time are all awards from 1998 to 1998. There are dozens of awards for three years. This will satisfy so many people who are fighting for the scalp to grab them. Otherwise, there will be only three or five places that will have to be crazy?"

"Ah?" Xue Guo was stunned. He didn't expect that the answer was so simple and crude.

Mr. Hou San sighed: "The Peony Award is a Foyi Award. Quyi is not just our crosstalk family. Although there are so many awards, it involves more than 600 Chinese music types, with more monks and few porridges, and there are many people competing. Moreover, because this is the first session, as far as I know, there are many big names who have already retreated to the second line who are a little ready to move. But there is no doubt that this is indeed a good opportunity, so I want you to participate and try it out, and strive to get a quota. As far as I know, there are several quotas for outstanding newcomers this time. You must work hard to watch it."

He Xiangdong did not answer Hou Sanye's words in a positive way. He thought for a while and asked, "Uncle Master, what kind of selection process is this Peony Award?"

Mr. Hou San replied: "First report. After work, our art troupe will recommend a group of outstanding quyi actors to the Beijing Music Association. The same is true in other places. First report to the local music associations, and then summarize and report to the top. After the initial evaluation, the competition will start. If there are judges to review it, the audience will also be present on the spot, and of course the media will also report it throughout the process."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the Peony Awards have ten performance awards and ten literary awards every year, including 30 in three years, and two awards have been added to yi. Last year, because of insufficient publicity, many people still didn't know the importance of this award. Even I don't know that this award will become the highest award in the quyi category."

"That's it, I almost broke up last year. In a few days, the Qu Association will officially announce it to the public. I believe that the artists in the Quyi industry will be crazy, and the competition will of course become extremely terrifying. You two have to hold on."

He Xiangdong nodded heavily and asked again: "What kind of crosstalk do we want to say?"

Mr. Hou San said: "It's not as strict as the Spring Festival Gala, but it must also have practical significance. Anyway, you all know what the thread above is, so I won't say much."

"Can traditional crosstalk be said?" He Xiangdong asked again.

Mr. Hou San thought for a while and replied: "As long as the requirements are met, you can say it, but at present, there are many famous folk artists who reject traditional crosstalk. If you don't say traditional crosstalk, you may suffer a loss."

He Xiangdong's eyes remained unchanged, but he had already expected the consequences: "Can we not only talk crosstalk?" To be continued.
Chapter completed!