The next day, there was another sunny day, and the pedestrians on the road also changed into short-sleeved clothes. It was already summer, and the weather was very hot, so people became irritated.

Xiang Wenshe is really a tragic future. From the establishment of a poor and careless person to the slightest surplus, the actors' income is even higher than that of ordinary people working in units.

It sounds simple and simple, but the bitter story here is hard to describe even hundreds of thousands of words.

At the beginning of the establishment of the society, there were only three people in the garden, and when they were too busy, Guo Qing was also pulled over to help. The actors on stage often had more than the audience below the stage, and they were almost set up by others.

I couldn't afford the water and electricity bill for the ticket for 1 month, and the rent, water and electricity almost forced He Xiangdong to death. Later, Zhang Wenhai's pension was paid.

He Xiangdong performed crazy in various places in suburbs of Beijing to make money to subsidize theater expenses.

While the actors from professional troupes were sitting happily in the spacious office, these young folk actors were holding quick-plated faces at the door, which was no different from being down on the ground.

Various thematic performances and various publicity activities have been carefully constructed to build Xiangwenshe into what it is today, but the yi paper demolition order is gone.

This is no one to blame. Demolition and renovation is a plan for the overall situation of the country. Xiang Wenshe is just a small folk crosstalk group. Could it be that the country can still destroy the overall situation for a mere Xiang Wenshe?

He Xiangdong knew very well that he did not resent anyone, nor was he qualified to resent. He could only sigh and say his life should be done.

All the films near Xiangwenshe are going to be demolished. The theater is not a small shop or a small restaurant. It is not that there will be any place.

There are not many theaters in Beijing, especially the small theaters with three or four hundred people that meet He Xiangdong's requirements, even fewer ones.

With his current ability and Xiang Wenshe's current foundation can only support such a small theater. No matter how big it is, they can't master it at all.

No matter how small it is, it will be gone. Or someone is hired to walk around and say a few crosstalks in a small teahouse, nightclub, and dance hall.

But they must have a family to perform, and it is not enough to rely on disbanding work, so they need to find a new address for Xiangwenshe.

That morning, in Xiangwen Club, after the fragility of the night, He Xiangdong had returned to normal. He was still the same charming He Xiangdong who was not surprised and charming in the face of changes.

In the backstage of Xiang Wenshe, all the actors were here. There were really not many people in Xiang Wenshe. The two old gentlemen, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan, were the middle-aged actors, Gu Baimo and Li Quanjiang, and He Xiangdong, as well as the headmaster, at most, include apprentice Chen Jun.

Guo Qing is not considered a member of Xiang Wenshe. He just occasionally shows up and takes the class of his master. Fan Wenquan is old and his body is not too sluggish.

There were only six big men sitting in the backstage, He Xiangdong was the headmaster, and he sat in the upper seat, what was the upper seat? The seat facing the front door was the upper seat. The upper seat could see the inside and outside of the door to show honor.

There was a cup of tea on the table beside He Xiangdong. This was what Chen Jun had just made for him, but now He Xiangdong obviously has no intention of drinking tea.

He smiled and looked at everyone with a warm face, warm and warm: "I called everyone this morning, mainly to tell everyone that the order for demolition was completed last night, and it was a foregone conclusion and could not be changed."

Although he already knew about this, everyone still felt so sad when they said this from He Xiangdong, and they still couldn't save it.

He Xiangdong raised his head and smiled relaxedly: "So, we can't stay here anymore. We have to find another place. You all know that our audience base is here. If you rashly change to a new place, everything will definitely start over."

"Our garden is actually okay now, and everyone can get the money, but in fact, when the garden was just built, life was very miserable at that time. There were more actors on stage than audiences off stage. The tickets collected for the performance month can't even pay for water and electricity bills, let alone making money by yourself."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once we change the theater, the dilemma we experienced before will definitely happen again. This is certain. To be honest, I don't have much money now. When we opened the garden, I paid all my money and Mr. Zhang's pension was also paying for it."

"So after changing to a new garden, we may not be able to pay you for a long time. I am not sure about the time. If you have good luck, you may be able to break even in half the next year. If you have bad luck, you may not be able to make ends meet for several years."

"Oh." He Xiangdong sighed again, "I will continue to do the garden, but I cannot use my pursuit and ideal to kidnap you. This is immoral, so if there are those who want to quit now, I will not object. Everyone will be together and friends when they meet in the future. If there are those who want to stay, I will welcome you with both hands. If I reach the Wenshe Society in the future, I will definitely not forget the kindness of everyone."

After saying that, He Xiangdong looked over with sincere eyes, without any special expression. Just as he said, he would definitely have to endure hardships next. He could only ask himself, but not others, so he had this today.

Zhang Wenhai waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me, I haven't seen any money yet. Anyway, I'm just working for you, a vicious capitalist, now I'm just going to work for a different place."

Fan Wenquan also said: "I haven't seen any money either. Well, we're just working for them in vain. Now they've changed the fields, so we still have to rush over. Why do I feel so cheap?"

"Haha" He Xiangdong raised his head and laughed. The affection of these two gentlemen was really nothing to say. These two really did not care about rewards and kept silently supporting themselves. What kind of virtue can you do? You can't repay them.

Gu Baimo lowered his head and smiled, and said sincerely: "I like money very much. I can't live without money. Life can't last. I live a hard life. That day was so scary. My wife didn't dare to give birth with a big belly. She didn't have money, alas."

Everyone was silent.

Gu Baimo shook his head, recalled the sadness of the past, and continued: "But speaking crosstalk is also something I like. I am very happy and satisfied to be able to speak crosstalk, but this happiness and satisfaction cannot be eaten as a meal, and I also have family members to support."
Chapter completed!