"There are a lot of people coming, and the empty seats are all filled with them." He Xiangdongxun abandoned the negative emotions and still had a smile on the stage.

Zhang Wenhai also held it and said, "Hey, what's this called?"

He Xiangdong asked back: "Is there any problem with what I said?"

Zhang Wenhai said, "No, what you said is true."

He Xiangdong was unreasonable: "Then what else do you ask me? What do you mean?"

Zhang Wenhai is not a good role to play with. He cursed at the time: "Hey, grandson, you're right?"

The audience below saw the two of them quarreling on the stage and thought it was quite fun, so they all laughed out loud.

When He Xiangdong saw the bags on the door ringing, he continued, "Forget it, I won't see you like you. We are here to talk about crosstalk."

Zhang Wenhai nodded and said, "That's right."

He Xiangdong continued: "There are not many folk crosstalk teams in Beijing now. We are considered as yimen. Today is the official opening performance in our Sifang Tea House. In the future, we young and old men will make a living here. Without a gentleman or not, we can have a meal, and we will rely on you in the future. Please, everyone."

Everyone bent down.

The audience also heard sparse applause. After all, they were not familiar with He Xiangdong, and they were willing to applause because they were good at speaking.

He Xiangdong didn't care too much about it. Everything was difficult at the beginning, and he had to rely on making friends with the audience to slowly write down: "When we come to the stage, we have to give a self-introduction first, why do we need to give a self-introduction?"

Zhang Wenhai also asked, "Tell me."

He Xiangdong said: "You all bought tickets and spent money to come in. If our performances here are not good, I'm sorry for your tickets. Let's introduce yourself so that you can know who you will scold when you scold in the future."

"Haha" the audience laughed.

Zhang Wenhai said: "What you said is reasonable."

He Xiangdong smiled, stretched out his hand to the side, and said loudly: "So what are our names? The old man beside me is Zhang Wenhai."

"Hey, it's me." Zhang Wenhai responded and showed the audience a positive face.

He Xiangdong patted himself again: "And I don't have a name."

Zhang Wenhai almost stood firm and screamed: "Ah? Let's scold me?"

"Hahaha" the bag rang and the audience laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He Xiangdong nodded desperately.

Zhang Wenhai stopped him: "You, stop being bored, hurry up and introduce us to the audience, people are waiting to curse."

"Haha" the audience laughed again. After these burdens, the audience was full of energy.

"Okay, okay." He Xiangdong agreed and finally became serious. "Okay, let's formally introduce it, the name of our team is."

"Xiangwenshe."

There were suddenly neat shouts outside the theater.

The actors on the stage were stunned.

Even old fry like He Xiangdong was stunned on the spot.

The audience in the theater looked back and the sound came from behind, and the sound in the audience became noisy at that time.

But the sound outside did not stop, and there was another neat and deafening shout: "He Xiangdong."

"Wow." Everyone outside cheered in unison, applause was thunderous.

"What's the situation?" He Xiangdong was stunned and couldn't even close his mouth.

Everyone in this teahouse was confused. What the hell is this?

Qiu Wuyu was speechless outside. He had nothing to say anyway, and Manager Wang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

These audience members bought tickets and came in, but no one entered the theater. They were all standing in the aisle. They thought that these people were here to smash the venue, but they actually came out like this.

Qiu Wuyu shook his head helplessly and said to the leading yellow-headed woman: "After calling, hurry up and go in. This is all day long, I'm so kind of heart."

The leading yellow-headed woman waved her hand and shouted to everyone: "Let's go, let's enter the venue."

Hulala, the crowd rushed in.

These people saw that all the actors on the stage were stupid. These people were even more excited. They laughed wildly in the venue and almost got overjoyed.

The audience who were originally sitting in the theater were even more confused. What was the problem with the newcomer? Before he could do anything, he laughed like this.

He Xiangdong looked closely and saw many familiar faces appearing, including the leading yellow-haired girl, who are old audiences.

He Xiangdong suddenly sighed relieved. It would be fine if it was an old audience, but I was afraid it was here to make trouble.

He Xiangdong was immediately excited and shouted: "Relatives, you are here, you are almost scaring me to death."

"Hahaha" said, and the old audience all laughed and fell down, not to mention how gloating they were.

"Ah", I don't know who started to start, but the group started to make excitement.

The new audience was stunned. What does it mean to shout "ah"? They even shouted so well.

The scene is the era of new crosstalk becoming the world. Few audiences who listen to crosstalk make fun of each other, let alone the whole audience shouted "ah".

These old audiences were actually what He Xiangdong taught them to shout "ah". It was him who guided the audience to learn to make excuses. Do you think it's cheap or not?

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, the yellow-haired girl was happy, so she waved her hand and said, "Come on, don't hold it, everyone should take their seats."

The old audience started to find seats to sit in. The number yi table was empty. The number yi table was closest to the stage and could sit three people. This was a teahouse, but now there are only one person sitting, that yellow-haired girl.

He Xiangdong looked at it clearly. This person got three tickets. In other words, she bought tickets for a table by herself.

He Xiangdong glanced at the back, and the actors understood it. When the old audience came, no matter how strange the way they came was, they had to cheer up and deal with it when the people came.

He Xiangdong turned around, smiled, and said, "There are a lot of people coming, and the empty seats are all full."

The audience laughed again.

"Ah." The old audience cheered in unison.

He Xiangdong smiled and explained a little: "Called is the rule of listening to crosstalk. It was originally a unique way of applauding in our crosstalk, but later it became more sensational. For example, I said that Mr. Zhang is better-looking than Andy Lau's dogs. You shout, this is not a good applause, right?"

Zhang Wenhai stopped doing it: "Hey, why do you say I am better than other dogs?"

General He Xiangdong said, "That's right, that's right, you're ugly than other people's dogs."

Zhang Wenhua shouted: "Go."

"Ha ha"

"Alas"
Chapter completed!