The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat is getting worse. The air conditioning in Xiangwenshe's garden is also opening, which is another expense.

During dinner time, He Xiangdong calculated the bills on the backstage table. He was not a shrewd person, nor could he do business, and it was not good to calculate, so he needed to repeatedly check various expenses so that he could continue to operate the small garden.

Now the rent has risen again, and the prices are rising. It seems that all the things that cost money in the world are rising, but the number of visitors in Xiaoyuanzi has not increased, and the ticket prices have not increased. This business is becoming increasingly difficult to do.

He Xiangdong closed the account book, inserted the pen in the notebook, frowned and sighed deeply.

Chen Jun put a cup of hot tea on He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong familiarly reached out and held it up and sipped it gently. This is the welfare of being a master, and life with apprentices is still relatively comfortable.

Fan Wenquan also finished his meal, wiped his mouth and said, "I said, "Dongzi, have you calculated it? I'll do it every day. How great is it to be an accountant if you have this money."

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "You have to be careful and have a better life. We have a small family and small business. If you are not careful, you will have to pay."

Fan Wenquan said speechlessly: "Then you were so thrilling that you retired the art troupe. I said you are brave enough."

He Xiangdong smiled bitterly.

Zhang Wenhai said beside him: "You just retreat. What's so great about it? Where is it not to talk about crosstalk? Comrade He Xiangdong is the head master in our garden. This is a person who can decide the decision. It's a good old saying, "It's better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail."

He Xiangdong said helplessly: "You, don't say it so nicely. I am the headmaster, just like a grandson. I can only call Chen Jun, the child in the garden. You are all great men, and I dare not mess with you."

Everyone laughed.

Gu Baimo also came. He rented for rent during the day and came to Wenshe to tell crosstalk at night. The income from renting for rent in the 1990s was quite good, but crosstalk was his favorite career, and he was very happy to do it.

Gu Baimo said indifferently: "If you retreat, just retreat. It's no big deal. There are not a place to do a good job. There are too many restrictions, so how can our small garden be better?"

Gu Baimo was also driven out of the art troupe. He was very similar to He Xiangdong now, and he was also a rising star in the crosstalk. He was considered by insiders to be the most likely person to become the new generation of Wenren masters.

Unfortunately, I made a mistake later and was driven out of the art troupe. The star road was broken and I couldn't even tell you crosstalk. In the end, I had to go to rent it for a taxi.

When Gu Baimo said something, everyone's hearts were a little deeper. Gu Baimo was a living example. For crosstalk actors, leaving the mainstream crosstalk circle and art troupe would be a dead end, not to mention that He Xiangdong was banned by the big names.

There was silence in the room, and everyone looked solemn, Guo Qing was there, he looked at He Xiangdong, frowned, opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say.

"Oh," Gu Baimo also sighed. His words just now were purely to comfort He Xiangdong. He didn't know that leaving the art troupe would be a dead end, but everything was gone, and it was too late to say anything now.

In the room, Li Quanjiang was calm and calm. He was also a folk artist. Fang Wenqi met him in Shanghai. It happened that Li Quanjiang had a hard time during that time. Fang Wenqi saw that this person was good and kind, so he recommended him to He Xiangdong.

In fact, Li Quanjiang is very honest. He just talks crosstalk in the garden, not fighting for fame or profit, and is so low-key that people often ignore him.

He had never joined a professional troupe and also studied art with his husband at home. Later, he kept selling art among the folks and was displaced. Now he has lived a good life in Xiangwen Club and has enough food and food, so he is already very content.

So in his opinion, whether He Xiangdong retreated or not was not a big deal at all, as long as Xiang Wenshe was still doing well.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a bit dull, He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Yes, what's the best art troupe? It's not as good as we can earn. When we have a while, after we make a lot of money, we will spend all day, be rich and rich, and make those guys envious."

"Hahaha" Everyone was laughing. Everyone knew that what He Xiangdong said was really unreliable. It was like daydreaming, but everyone laughed, and now they could only laugh.

He Xiangdong's heart was still warm. Although the people around him were not optimistic about his withdrawal from the art troupe, everyone respected his choice and stood by him to support him.

What else is not satisfied with?

The two people in his family also knew about this. Zhang Kuoru told him not to be afraid. He still has some say in the storytelling industry and has some connections. He can help He Xiangdong at that time.

As for Mr. Wang Miwei, this old man was a man who was beaten to death and refused to eat imperial grain. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the artists were almost happy. This old man was so good that he disappeared without saying a word.

He said to the incident of He Xiangdong's withdrawal from the group, "He could have withdrawn long ago. What are you doing in that ghost place? It's not a place for people to stay."

It was because of this sentence that Zhang Kuoru started arguing with him again. The two old men were quarreling in a dark and extremely terrifying way.

As for Fang Wenqi, He Xiangdong has not told the old man the news yet, and he doesn't want the old man to worry more.

He Xiangdong looked at everyone's eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk about the performance arrangements in the next time. That Xiaojun, you go to the door to keep an eye on it, it's almost time to enter the venue."

"Okay, Master." Chen Jun responded and trotted out.

Before He Xiangdong opened his mouth to speak, Chen Jun ran back, and He Xiangdong looked at him in confusion.

Chen Jun said: "Master, Liu Qingyang is here."

Liu Qingyang works for the landlord, and he has some friendship with Zhang Wenhai. He asked him to rent this place at the beginning, and he came straight to collect the rent.

When everyone heard this person, they frowned in the room. This person usually doesn't come to the garden, but only comes every time he collects rent, so there is no good thing for him to come.

Zhang Wenhai frowned and asked, "It's not time to pay the rent. Is it because the house is about to increase its price again?"

A haze also rose in He Xiangdong's heart, and he said, "I don't know, soldiers will block the water and soil."
Chapter completed!