After all, Gao Junsheng packed up his things and left Beijing for Wuhan, and fled out of Beijing in a panic. However, He Xiangdong firmly believed that Gao Junsheng would come back. At that time, he might surprise everyone.

He Xiangdong has also seen many people in recent years, but Gao Junsheng is definitely one of them. This person is not simple. As long as he is still alive, he will definitely be a character in the future.

He Xiangdong shook his head and sighed that Gao Junsheng's drama club's actors are too blind. How can they judge heroes by success or failure? These people may regret it in the future.

After lunch, He Xiangdong began to prepare for the afternoon performance. Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan called and said that they were not coming. They found a good garden and said they wanted to go over and take a look first.

He Xiangdong was also very happy, and then called Gu Baimo who was driving for rent. There were not enough people and he had no choice. Gu Baimo's face was sad and resentful. He Xiangdong raised his head and looked up at the sky and chose to ignore it.

In the afternoon, four people, He Xiangdong, Gu Baimo, Li Quanjiang and Guo Qing, took turns to play, and the opposite group of people spoke, the lyrics of Kuaiban Taiping, and all kinds of folk arts showed off. The more money-selling performance, the harder it was. You have to make the audience feel that his ticket was worth it, so that they could come back next time.

So the actors must work hard and perform what the audience really likes to watch. So why is the real art of crosstalk among the folk? Here is the reason.

The afternoon crowd was bleak, and more than 30 people came. This is almost the normal situation for the afternoon game, and it will be much better at night.

After the performance, it was already evening. He Xiangdong took off his clothes and lay in the backstage to rest in the chair. The performance was also very tiring. Chen Jun had already gone out to buy supper.

Just as He Xiangdong was lying on his face, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan came back. They came in and saw that He Xiangdong was lying on his sleep. They were so angry.

Zhang Wenhai kicked the recliner on the recliner, and the recliner didn't move at all. He Xiangdong's terrifying weight was suppressed. It was so impoverished. Zhang Wenhai was even more angry and cursed: "Okay, He Xiangdong, we two old guys are exhausted, but you are lying here to sleep. I kicked to death, but I can't kick you anymore."

He Xiangdong was frightened by Zhang Wenhai's roar, and opened his eyes in a hurry. Seeing that it was these two people, He Xiangdong's bulging energy was venting: "Hey, oh, I said Mr. Zhang, don't be so shocked, okay? I thought who was going to smash the situation? You kicked me? Why didn't I feel it at all?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Wenquan also rolled his eyes.

Zhang Wenhai was even more angry and said incompletely: "Hey, you"

He Xiangdong asked, "Hey, haven't you gone to see the garden? How is it?"

"Hmph." Zhang Wenhai snorted coldly and ignored him.

Fan Wenquan touched his nose and smiled. He knew that the two of them were teasing. He said, "We saw it and it's okay. This is a teahouse. If the audience is full, it can be almost 200 people. It is an old teahouse with private rooms on the second floor."

He Xiangdong stood up from the recliner and took the initiative to bring chairs to the two old men. The old man was like a child and had to coax him. He said, "You two sit first, the teahouse, this is pretty good, it has a crosstalk atmosphere. Isn't crosstalk just from the teahouse?"

Xiang Wenshe’s current theater was modified by Yi’s cinema, and the audience was sitting in rows on the sand, which was completely different from the atmosphere of the teahouse drinking tea and pounding melon seeds.

Of course, the business models of these two theaters are different. Now the gardens on Xiangwenshe are operating, including water, electricity, houses, rents, etc., which are all paid by He Xiangdong and others themselves, and they also take the money from selling tickets.

But the teahouse is different. He originally had an institution operating, including tea drinks, waiters, and tea artists. He Xiangdong's team used to cooperate with others and needed to redefine the business method and accounting model.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan sat down. Zhang Wenhai was not angry with He Xiangdong either. He just liked to tease He Xiangdong like this.

He Xiangdong asked again: "Where is the teahouse?"

Zhang Wenhai replied: "On the other side of the overpass."

"Overbridge?" He Xiangdong frowned. The overbridge is located just around the South Second Ring Road, in Xicheng District, while Xiang Wenshe is now in Fengtai District and is still on the side of the Third Ring Road. These two places are a bit far apart. If it is too far away, the old audience will not be easily attracted.

Zhang Wenhai's face also darkened a little and said, "The nearby films are going to be demolished and renovated. Many old audiences living nearby are going to move. Alas. And the small theater suitable for our crosstalk is really hard to find. Crosstalk is now in a downturn, and many places are unwilling to ask us those of us who say crosstalk."

He Xiangdong was silent.

Fan Wenquan also frowned.

Zhang Wenhai sighed and continued, "Lao Fan and I have found a lot of friends. We have been searching for a long time to find the teahouse in Tianqiao. It is a good location, and there are many old games on the Tianqiao and the traditional art atmosphere is very good. The owner of the teahouse often invites folk artists to perform, so it is very suitable for us."

He Xiangdong nodded: "Okay, let's go and have a look tomorrow, talk to the boss, and we'll move over after the negotiations. The two of you will definitely have a good place to choose."

Yi Shunding, a famous poet in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, wrote this poem in the song of Tianqiao, "Wine flags play in the drums of Tianqiao City, and many tourists do not remember their homes", which describes the grand occasion of Tianqiao in that year.

There are several particularly prosperous places in traditional folk art, including Beijing Tianqiao, Tianjin Sanwu, and Nanjing Confucius Temple. These places were extremely lively in the old society, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the most lively places in that city.

These places were brought to life by the people of the martial arts world. Beijing Tianqiao and Tianjin Sanbu were actually just stinky puddles covered with mud, and no one was willing to go there.

Later, when the local gentry and wealthy families wanted to open these places, they invited people from all over the world to come here to do business. So, those who talked about crosstalk, storytelling, tricks, those who fight for the show, choose generals, and sell all kinds of gadgets. These people came.

There was no entertainment in that era. There were artists who came to perform, and the people from all over the country would cross mountains and rivers to watch, let alone such a large scene of a group performance by people from the martial arts world. There were also various stalls to buy goods.

So, if the sky bridge and San were here, it was already very lively. It was not like the smelly ditch that year, but instead became a very prosperous place. The gentry who bought the land here early also made a lot of money.

Therefore, although the artists in the martial arts world were in the lower nine-class industry at that time, they also had the magical power to attract audiences to flourish.

These places were also the holy places for artists. After the founding of New China, artists joined professional theater troupes, and the business was also collective, so the people were not allowed to set up stalls and sell things by themselves. Tianqiao and other places were not settled.

Even after the reform and opening up, Tianqiao and other places have no original grand scenery. After all, the times have changed.
Chapter completed!