Later, Ding Jinyang never went to that theater again. For a long time, the theater was tracking down the guy who smashed the stone lion at their door that day with a face covering his face. Unfortunately, there was no clue at all.

It was not until many years later that Ding Jinyang had already achieved success and was famous in the industry. The owner of the theater also expanded his business. The two met by chance at a party and talked about this again.

The boss who learned the truth almost burst into tears. He didn't expect that the stone-breaking lion at their doorstep was related to the three top legendary figures of crosstalk. He called him honor.

After drinking and eating, they went home on their own. He Xiangdong lived his fulfilling life again, learning art, teaching apprentices, performing, and falling in love are ordinary and exciting.

The video of He Xiangdong's crosstalk final was not broadcast on TV after all. This is what Hou Sanye meant, and it is also what most people in the crosstalk world meant.

He Xiangdong didn't have much objection to this. He knew that Master Hou wanted to protect him. He was just a small fledgling bird that was not as good as a fledgling, and could not beat those adult vultures.

Mr. Hou San hopes that he will keep a low profile and wait until he has the ability and status to implement his ideas.

From a rational point of view, Mr. Hou’s advice is actually the most reasonable and suitable, but He Xiangdong still hesitated in his heart. He has never been a person who is good at compromise, especially in art.

But it’s not OK to compromise. He personally can’t beat the entire crosstalk world. Now if you want to become famous, you can only go on TV, and you need to increase your exposure on TV programs for a long time.

There are very few crosstalk TV programs in folk art, and those programs are still in the hands of those people. If He Xiangdong dares to challenge them, then the TV programs will no longer be together. If he wants to become famous, it will be even more difficult for him to become more popular, and it is even completely impossible.

If He Xiangdong succumbed to them, coupled with the help of Hou Sanye, He Xiangdong's ability will be a loud wrist in a few years.

The three master Hou had made it clear to He Xiangdong about the passages here, and He Xiangdong was also quite irritable during this period.

He insists on his artistic viewpoint and insists on the concept of saying crosstalk well. However, if he wants to promote his ideas and change the crosstalk world, he can only follow the advice of Master Hou San, but He Xiangdong is unwilling to do it.

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He Xiangdong was very annoyed, and the young and old in the garden also saw that their headmaster was upset, so no one came to disturb him.

It was over until the evening, and it was already late at night. He Xiangdong received a call, a call that surprised him.

This call was called by Du Yuefeng. He and Du Yuefeng had seen it at the Peony Awards Storytelling Competition. They had no intersection on weekdays, and he did not expect Du Yuefeng to contact him.

What Du Yuefeng said was very simple, and asked him to go to the radio team the day after tomorrow to find Mr. Yuan, saying that Mr. Yuan had something to look for him.

Before He Xiangdong could ask about the reason, Du Yuefeng hurriedly hung up the phone, and He Xiangdong touched his nose and asked for it to be boring.

After returning home, He Xiangdong also told Zhang Kuoru about this. Zhang Kuoru said that Mr. Yuan was angry with him, saying that he asked He Xiangdong to go there to record a review book and find an opportunity to try broadcasting on the radio to see the effect.

This is to support He Xiangdong and give him a chance. He Xiangdong was also very moved and agreed. The day after tomorrow, He Xiangdong hurried to the radio team and also met Mr. Yuan.

Mr. Yuan is in good spirits and has a smile on his face.

He Xiangdong said very politely: "Hello, uncle."

Mr. Yuan got started earlier than Zhang Kuoru. Zhang Kuoru had to call him a senior brother, so He Xiangdong naturally wanted to call him a senior uncle.

Old Yuan nodded with a smile, asked He Xiangdong to sit down, and then said to Du Yuefeng beside him: "Come on, Xiao Du, pour you Uncle He's cup of tea."

Du Yuefeng's face turned dark, and he poured a cup of tea and took it to He Xiangdong.

After thanking He Xiangdong, he put the tea on the coffee table and didn't drink it.

Old Yuan smiled and said, "Xiao He, come to me and just relax. With the relationship between our two families, you don't have to be too fond of life. You can take it as you please."

"Okay." He Xiangdong responded, took the teacup and sipped it.

Mr. Yuan leaned on the sand, crossing his legs. He was very casual. He said, "I'm here today. There's nothing else. I just want you to see the environmental facilities here. Then let Xiao Du lead you to see the recording equipment here. In the afternoon, you can try recording a small piece here. If the effect is good, we will record a set of books first and play it on the radio station. "

"Okay, thank you uncle, that, Xiao Du, please trouble you." He Xiangdong also thanked Du Yuefeng.

Du Yuefeng's face became even worse.

After a few chats, Du Yuefeng took He Xiangdong to see the recording equipment here. Although Du Yuefeng didn't like He Xiangdong, the two of them had no grudges after all. Du Yuefeng still told He Xiangdong responsibly about the recording process, precautions, and the functions of various equipment.

Only then did He Xiangdong realize that there were so many tricks for a simple recording. He, a miserable folk artist who was free from the system, has been very eye-opening this time and has seen it well.

He Xiangdong had lunch in their canteen. After a short rest, He Xiangdong had to go to the recording studio to record a storyteller. He first recorded a short paragraph to see the effect. Mr. Yuan brought headphones outside the recording studio to supervise He Xiangdong. This treatment is quite good.

He Xiangdong sat in the recording studio alone, looking at the pile of unfamiliar instruments in front of him, and he still felt quite novel. There was a table in front of him, saying that everything that should be included in the storytelling was also arranged.

A teacher who controlled the instruments to adjust the sound and color sat outside the glass wall. Mr. Yuan also brought headphones to check for He Xiangdong, and Du Yuefeng was there, and Mr. Yuan asked him to come to study.

The teacher who controlled the instrument shouted at He Xiangdong inside and said in the microphone: "Teacher He, are you ready?"

He Xiangdong heard the sound from the headphones he was carrying. He nodded slightly and said, "It's ready."

The teacher said, "Okay, let's start the official recording next. Come on, I will count and start the official, five, four, three, two."

After the words came to an end, the teacher pushed the instrument buttons in front of him.

He Xiangdong looked straight ahead and recited the final poem: "The sky is cold and hydrangeas are rolling on the ground. There is a stuffing of buns, but no stuffing"

As the awakening wood sounded, He Xiangdong couldn't say the next few words.
Chapter completed!