He Xiangdong was smiling on his face. The more he looked at these young people, the more interesting he felt, as if he was looking at a naughty, blue-haired child, which was particularly interesting.

The fat man's face turned red, so embarrassed. If it weren't for his own legs being too heavy, he would have wanted to kick the naughty head. They came to cooperate with the teahouse. This kid gave up his own people's background. His opponent was still here, so what a fool would be like?

Sure enough, even the boss Qiu Wuyu was stunned for a moment, and the eyes looked at the fat guys and the others were a little strange.

Fatty Guan Hong touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Yes, I have a job in the zoo, but we have also learned crosstalk seriously. You also know that the folk art is in a downturn now, and you will definitely be able to eat enough if you can even speak crosstalk full time, right? Let's not talk about us, many very famous actors dare not go into the industry, aren't they afraid of starving to death?"

Qiu Wuyu didn't agree. He knew a lot about the matter in the Quyi industry. He knew that the industry was in a downturn, but he opened a teahouse. The crosstalk team he had to cooperate with must be capable. He couldn't not only fail to help him in business, but also let him lose money.

He Xiangdong asked with a smile: "Oh, then what main job are you doing in the zoo?"

Guan Hong was even more embarrassed.

The young man next to him spoke again, and the boy patted his chest and said proudly: "Our boss is feeding elephants in the zoo."

"I'll go, your uncle." Guan Hong was stunned. He raised his leg and kicked someone a little hard. It was okay to use his hands. He pushed the young man away.

The three of them were about to laugh out loud. They thought they had met some amazing person, but they turned out to be a group of live treasures. It was so interesting.

Zhang Wenhai couldn't help but quip: "You can't steal the feed from people and elephants, are you?"

Fan Wenquan also held it and said, "Otherwise you can't be so fat."

"Hahaha, steal the feed." The naughty green laughed, "Oh, it's so fun, haha, brother, you steal the feed."

Guan Hong's face was already dark, and he grabbed the stubborn green and beat him up. It was said that he was not worth losing his strength, but this stubborn green was hit several times.

He Xiangdong smiled bitterly and shook his head, these guys.

Qiu Wuyu was speechless. He shook his head, and a little disappointed appeared in his eyes. These young boys who were obviously not yet grown up. Can the crosstalk they said listen to? Will the audience be satisfied?

Qiu Wuyu turned his gaze to He Xiangdong again. Although this man was very young, the three people who came were obviously mainly this young man, and the two old men behind him were supporting roles.

It is obviously not easy for the young man to be a supporting role. And although he is young, he is very calm and much better than the young boys there.

Before he could show his true kung fu, Qiu Wuyu's balance had already turned to He Xiangdong.

After the fun there, Guan Hong's face turned red and his breathing was heavy. This is a typical common problem for fat people. He was so tired after moving a little.

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled: "Guan Hong, right? I am He Xiangdong, the headmaster of Xiangwenshe, and his teacher Fang Wenqi, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Guan Hong became embarrassed. He had a master's degree, but his friends did not. They all like crosstalk. Guan Hong also taught these people a lot of things. Now they feel that their level is enough to perform their skills, so they found this teahouse.

Now that the other party asked about their teacher, how could he be embarrassed to say that Wanyi was known by the boss to have several Haiqings here, and then it was over, they would definitely not be able to compete for this garden.

Guan Hongyu said lightly: "We are from the Pure Crosstalk Team. I guess your purpose is the same as ours. However, this venue can only accommodate the crosstalk team. Since we have come to two, it seems that we will compete for it."

After seeing a few people, He Xiangdong didn't continue to ask, he asked in time: "Oh, then how do you plan to fight?"

The naughty green answered first, "Or why don't you draw lots."

"Catch your uncle and drag this embarrassing guy down, don't let him speak out." Guan Hong shouted in a furious voice.

The remaining few people immediately covered the guy's mouth.

The scene was so lively that it was almost as if someone was performing a sketch.

Guan Hong thought for a while and said, "Let's not be hurtful. Everyone is talking crosstalk among the folks. Crosstalk is in a downturn now, so everyone should be united. This way, crosstalk is a folk art, and it doesn't count if we say it. So a while later, the audience came in the afternoon. Let's go up and say two crosstalks, let the audience vote. Whoever votes has less, who will leave. This does not involve the artistic level of both of us. It's all about the audience's preferences. I think Boss Qiu means the same, right?"

Qiu Wuyu nodded with a smile: "We open the door to do business with money. If the guests like it, we can make more money."

He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan. Seeing that the two old men nodded in agreement, he said to Guan Hong: "Okay, then that's it."

Sifang Tea House is also an old teahouse. It was found in the old society. The boss's name was Sifang, and he was also a figure in Beijing. Later, after opening this teahouse, friends from Sifang were invited to come and support the show.

This place was once a very good place to listen to things in the old Beijing city, and the business was quite good. Times changed and the world changed, Sifang Tea House reopened and the boss changed people. This place is still a place to make art, but it is not as grand as it was back then.

Before He Xiangdong and the others came, this was a folk art garden. All the folk art people scattered among the people came to perform, saying crosstalk, storytelling and singing big drums. Occasionally, some retired old artists were unbearable to their hands, and they would come to play a few shows and perform.

So there is no fixed team here. Later, due to poor management, the original boss went bankrupt and became a seller. Qiu Wuyu took over and became a new boss. The new official took office for three successes, and the first one was burned on the performance team.

The original performance was too chaotic and was not conducive to attracting and stabilizing guests. Today, I said cross talk and started singing big drums tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I said storytelling again. I would not chew too much, and the most useless thing is that it is messy and not refined.

So Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan were just trying to catch this opportunity, and fat man Guan Hong and others also happened to break in by accident, so today's scene was created.

Lunch was eaten at the teahouse. The boss Qiu Wuyu told them the whole story, and they only realized it.

While we were talking, it was afternoon, the audience was about to come, and their competition was about to begin.
Chapter completed!