"Xiao Gu, give me the information about this person after I go back. His teacher and work unit are also there." Bai Kuoshan instructed Teacher Gu beside him.

"Okay." Teacher Gu knew that the actor on the stage had fallen into the eyes of Mr. Bai, but this person was really terrifying. Where did he appear?

Du Yuefeng's face was also very ugly. Fu Sheng put too much pressure on him. He almost instantly made a conclusion to Fu Sheng that there must be a place for this person in the final Peony Award.

Fortunately, this storytelling competition was only available. The Peony Award is for the national folk art industry. This year, there are only ten places to be collected, and there are only two stories at most, so I still have a chance.

There should be no such master in this storytelling competition, and there should be no such master. It is enough to have unknown masters. None of the other older masters participated in the competition this time.

Thinking of this, Du Yuefeng felt a little relieved.

Fu Sheng stepped down amid the audience's applause. Although the audience does not have the eyesight of professional storytellers, they can also tell whether it is good or bad, or the subjective feelings of the audience are the only criteria for evaluating actors.

As for the so-called expert vision of those insiders, it is second to the point. Artists ultimately serve the audience. If the audience says it is good, it is good; if the audience says it is bad, it is bad.

"Next, please appreciate the storytelling of the Three Kingdoms, performer: He Xiangdong."

The host reports.

Many viewers were chatting and listening to three consecutive books. These people were a little tired. Many people got up to go to the bathroom. The scene was messy.

Although there will be another storyteller next time, no one cares about this, and they don’t know the storyteller next time.

The audience didn't care, and the big names in the jury didn't care. They were still shocked by Fu Sheng's wonderful storytelling. The excitement in their hearts had not calmed down yet. There was no way to care who was next.

The old man Bai Kuoshan raised his eyebrows suddenly, and his eyes were concentrated on the field goal.

"He's here!"

Old Master Bai Kuoshan showed a smile on his face. He and Zhang Kuorushi's brothers, both of whom have been old friends for decades.

Since the two disciples Zhang Kuoru had accepted before passed away, there has been no successor to the storyteller of the Zhang family, and even Zhang Kuoru has no idea where he went.

Ten years ago, Zhang Kuoru returned to Beijing again, and Bai Kuoshan only saw his old friend. It was only then that he realized that there was another successor to the Zhang family’s storytelling.

Unfortunately, the successor was actually from the crosstalk yi school, and he also followed the crosstalk master to explore the world, but he couldn't even get in touch with him later.

Bai Kuoshan knew that his old friend felt uncomfortable. The inheritance of artist art was also a family tradition. He finally got a son when he was old, but his son disappeared. Do you think he would collapse or not? How can he continue the family tradition?

But there was nothing I could do. When my old friend accepted that little disciple, he said he had accepted the closed disciples. From then on, the mountain gate of the Zhang family's Yizhier will never open again.

My old friend has a high vision, looks down on others, and is unwilling to break the oath, so he no longer accepts disciples, but the old friend knows that he is sad.

It was also two years ago that his little disciple who had traveled abroad finally came back. Bai Kuoshan had a lot of opinions about this child, and what he did was too unreasonable.

But after he actually saw it, he realized that no wonder his old friend was obsessed with him as a disciple. This child's talent is simply terrible, and he is as high as his imagination.

When I first came to Beijing, the child's storytelling was still very similar. After all, my old friend only taught him for more than half a year, but after only two years, the child's level was almost the same as Du Yuefeng.

Du Yuefeng started learning storytelling since he was eight years old, and he is in his thirties this year. But how old is that child, he has only been studying storytelling for a few years.

Bai Kuoshan is still a little amazed.

Since this child decided to participate in the storytelling competition of the Peony Award today, he came as the successor of Zhang Kuoru, this child stood up, and his old friend would naturally not hide in the world. Zhang's storytelling will surely shine in the storytelling industry.

Bai Kuoshan's eyes were full of expectations, but he was a little regretful. The famous master who said storytelling was too powerful and was not inferior to their older generation. He was naturally much more powerful than these two young people.

If that person didn't participate just now, then this storytelling competition will definitely be Zhang Kuoru's apprentice and Du Yuefeng, becoming the two most shining stars in the storytelling industry.

What a pity

The level of the boy from the Zhang family is comparable to Du Yuefeng. I think there will be a big battle between these two.

"Dragons and tigers fight, hehe." Old Mr. Bai Kuoshan's smile on his lips was complicated.

He Xiangdong also walked out at this time. Today he was wearing a green robe and a pair of brand new cloth shoes on the soles of his feet.

Put your right hand on the edge of the stride and holds a erotic gown. This is the belt of the robe in the opera program. You are also taking a typical quadruple stance under your feet, and your left hand swings back and forth with the steps.

He Xiangdong glanced at the audience and found that the audience lacked interest in themselves, which was normal. They had long been exhausted, not to mention that the famous artist Fu Sheng who just appeared on the stage was the one who was famous.

The audience was as if they had just eaten a sumptuous Manhan chess. Their stomachs were already bulging, and the dishes served were difficult to attract them, even if the next one was the Manhan chess.

So He Xiangdong's field is very difficult to do.

Many viewers were chatting, and many people were tired of hearing it and were about to leave. There were also many people getting up to the toilet.

The judges of the jury were also discussing Fu Sheng who had just appeared. Fu Sheng was so surprised that there was no such a great storyteller who had heard of his name.

This is too strange.

Including Teacher Gu, he was still smirking: "Oh, it's really a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger. If I have the chance, I will definitely talk to this person named Fu Sheng. I don't know who he is a master. His master must be a very powerful senior, right, Uncle Bai. Hum? Uncle Bai?"

Teacher Gu turned his head and looked at Bai Kuoshan stared at the person on the stage. He looked over curiously, but he was stunned at the time.

"Oh," Du Yuefeng sighed deeply.

Uncle Tao sat beside him and comforted him: "Xiao Du, don't be discouraged. It's too much for those masters to come to this competition, and you still have a chance."

Du Yuefeng nodded with a calm face.
Chapter completed!