The audience laughed at this late night and the audience was very satisfied. Many people laughed and leaned back and forth, almost no longer able to do so.

To put it bluntly, crosstalk is the art of funny people. It has the function of educating people and the ability to irony, but these abilities are based on funny people. If crosstalk can't laugh at the audience, what's the use of more educational and satirical meanings? Even if education and satirical meanings will not exist, where will the skin be attached?

What He Xiangdong said on stage was also very satisfying and comfortable. The actors were like this. He also needed to look at the environment. The environment of the art was very good and the audience responded well. The actors on stage naturally became excited, and of course the performance was even better.

If the audience responded coldly and the actors threw out a few bags and were all swelling, the actors themselves would feel distressed, and they would naturally be cautious when performing, and the effect would be greatly reduced.

Shu Shu Tan Tan Yi finished speaking crosstalk in the evening. The audience was very satisfied and felt that the ticket was worth it. Although the actors were exhausted on the stage, they also felt very happy.

Chen Jun, the child, came out to sweep the floor and worked. The theater was changed by a cinema. Now it is run by Xiang Wensheyi's family and is responsible for the profit and loss, so no one helps with the cooking. They have to do everything themselves, so Chen Jun is responsible for the chores.

He Xiangdong took off his clothes and prepared to organize the things on the table. The table was left on the stage and there was no need to move. As soon as he started, someone from the audience below walked towards him.

He Xiangdong looked up and was stunned for a moment. He said in surprise: "Uncle Hou, you didn't say anything when you came."

The person who came was Hou Sanye. Hou Sanye listened to Yi’s crosstalk in the audience, but He Xiangdong did not show up.

Master Hou San walked slowly to the bottom of the stage with his hands behind his back, looked at He Xiangdong and snorted coldly: "I won't come again, I'm afraid you'll forget what I look like."

He Xiangdong suddenly felt embarrassed and smiled and said, "How can I do it? How dare I."

Mr. Hou San said angrily: "You don't report when you go to work, and you don't run away if there is a performance. What do you want to do?"

He Xiangdong was even more embarrassed. Guo Qing in the backstage wanted to come out to help. When he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately shrank and hid back.

The old seniors in the backstage knew that He Xiangdong and Hou Sanye were close, so no one asked about it. It would be better if these guys were unfortunately gloating.

Even Chen Jun, the child, was concentrating on cleaning, and he had long been accustomed to the arrival of the big name Hou Sanye.

He Xiangdong scratched his neck and decided to exhale his anger on Chen Jun. He opened his mouth to Chen Jun who was cleaning and scolded: "Chen Jun, what the hell are you doing? Why didn't you notice when Teacher Hou comes? Now you're angry with someone. I think you just need to be beaten."

With so many old men in the backstage, he can bully Chen Jun.

Chen Jun's face was filled with grievances, tears were about to fall, gods fought and mortals suffered. What could he do? He was also very desperate.

Master Hou San snorted coldly and cursed: "He Xiangdong, please stop turning the responsibility on others. I came to scold you today."

He Xiangdong immediately became timid and lowered his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you criticize you. Chen Jun, why are you still standing there? Why don't you bring a stool for Master Hou to you? If Master Hou stands and scolds you later, I won't be able to spare you."

"Oh." Chen Jun responded obediently and ran away immediately.

Mr. Hou was so upset by He Xiangdong. This slippery boy was so clever. When he came, he was still a little angry in his stomach, and now he has disappeared.

He sighed and stopped Chen Jun: "Okay, Xiaojun, go and do your business. I'll talk to your master."

He Xiangdong was slightly stunned and looked at Master Hou San deeply.

Master Hou San nodded at him, then turned around and walked out the door.

He Xiangdong also followed.

It's already late at night, and the street lights at the door are not too bright, but being able to see people clearly, the dark environment makes He Xiangdong feel much more comfortable because he knows that Hou Sanye has many questions to ask him next, but he hasn't figured out how to answer.

He had already had the answer in his heart and had already confirmed it, but he didn't know how to deal with Mr. Hou San who had been silently helping him without asking for anything in return.

"Oh" He Xiangdong sighed silently, with a lot of sadness in his eyes.

Master Hou San took out his cigarette and smoked it again, and his cigarette addiction increased a lot, and there was no enough bags. The flames of the lighter reflected the red of Master Hou San's face. After all, he was a middle-aged man and no longer young.

He Xiangdong lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The atmosphere is a bit dull and subtle. Fortunately, it is early summer now, and it is not cold outside. It is quite comfortable to blow on your body.

After a while, Master Hou San smoked a cigarette and asked, "Is the performance in the garden still going well?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "It's great, the leaders of the Cultural Bureau are also good, and the number of audiences has stabilized now. It's possible to cope with various expenses, so it's a balance of income and expenditure."

Master Hou San skillfully blew the ash and said, "That's good. There are not many folk crosstalk gardens now. I have learned about any slightly famous ones. There are not many people who can balance income and expenditure, so I have found your family."

"Come on, the audience is willing to spend money to support you, which means that your crosstalk is right. The right or wrong of crosstalk is not decided by our industry, nor is it the final decision of any master or scholar. This is recognized by the audience. The crosstalk recognized by the audience is the real crosstalk."

He Xiangdong nodded.

There is a saying in the crosstalk world, which is called "New-style crosstalk is divided into four parts, and Hou Yaowen monopolizes his own." Hou Sanye has been working hard for the crosstalk career, and has done his best to support outstanding juniors. When he is talented, he will find a way to bring him into the railway art troupe to focus on training.

This is true for He Xiangdong, and the same is true for the pair of crosstalk actors who came to Hunan last time. Hou Sanye Yi has been promoting new crosstalk, but he never rejects or opposes traditional crosstalk, and even likes them very much.

As long as it is a crosstalk that the audience likes, he will support it; as long as it is a crosstalk that can speak crosstalk seriously, he will support it.

Everyone has selfishness, and Master Hou San is no exception, but he is really different from those people. If compared with those people, Master Hou San is really like a saint.

After smoking a cigarette, Mr. Hou San said, "There will be an interview program in Beijing in two days, called Half Day Talk. It is quite popular. I was invited to me. You can get up with me when the time comes."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong looked stagnant.
Chapter completed!