The energy of modern media is indeed not to be underestimated. Although not many people have listened to the radio in O4 years, the lean camel is bigger than a horse, which is enough for Xiangwenshe, a small temple.

As the popularity of the Quyi Wenhui program became more and more audiences came. It would be nice to have about 100 people in Xiangwenshe at night. It would be a weekend night, and there were not so many people on weekdays.

However, as the Quyi Wenqi gradually became popular, the number of new audiences in Xiangwen Club has gradually increased. About one hundred people has become normalized and common. There are even one hundred and seventy or eighty people on weekends, and this is about to be filled. You must know that the theater of Sifang Tea Club can only have 200 people, and it is rare that the business is so good.

The number of spectators in the afternoon was also driven, and more than 100 in the afternoon became normal, and everything was going on the better side.

Until Dapeng's program was valued by the station and after the station began to allocate funds to support resources, Dapeng entered the literary and artistic channel and kicked off the top spot for thousands of years, Wang Xiaoyun, Xiang Wenshe finally ushered in a blowout.

This is a Saturday, the season when spring is warm and flowers bloom.

At six o'clock in the evening, the backstage actors were preparing for the performance. Recently, Xiangwenshe's crosstalk became popular. Everyone made more money and rarely went out to run. Don't look at the two or three hundred yuan outside. The key is to build a base camp well.

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The backstage was preparing for it. Before long, Gao Ganglong ran over. Gao Ganglong and Chen Bo had already quit their jobs as waiters and were now officially learning craftsmanship from the literary club.

Seeing that they could not play at the moment, He Xiangdong called them to the door to sell tickets. Unexpectedly, Gao Ganglong ran over now.

"Master, there are so many spectators coming to the door." After this period of training, Gao Ganglong's Mandarin is already quite standard.

He Xiangdong put down the teacup and said, "If you have more, just sell your tickets well."

Gao Ganglong explained: "No, there are so many people coming tonight, and we don't have enough tickets."

Chen Jun hurriedly said with the child: "You mean we don't have enough tickets to sell?"

Gao Ganglong nodded excitedly too.

"Master." Chen Jun turned his head and shouted, looking at He Xiangdong excitedly.

He Xiangdong calmly picked up the teacup and took another sip. After putting it down, he said calmly: "What do you think is so panicked? Tell me, how many more people are there?"

Gao Ganglong thought for a while and said, "There are always seventy or eighty people."

"Yeah." He Xiangdong nodded softly, "Go out and borrow stools, and you need chairs, stools, small stools, and you can do whatever you can. Borrow according to a hundred numbers, go and bring a few more people together."

"Oh, okay." Gao Ganglong responded quickly and ran out.

Chen Jun sat next to He Xiangdong and asked with a smile, "Master, what am I doing?"

He Xiangdong said, "Didn't you hear it? Go out and borrow a stool."

"Ah? I'll go too? Chen Jun was stupid.

He Xiangdong glared at his eyes and cursed: "What's wrong with you? Your butt is bigger, don't you need to go out?"

"no……"

"Get out of here." He Xiangdong cursed.

Chen Jun was cowardly and walked out reluctantly.

The second brother was also preparing to go out to borrow a stool, and He Xiangdong stopped him: "Second, wait a moment, help me wait and place the extra audience seats."

"Oh, OK." The second child turned around immediately.

Chen Jun walked out of the door but paused heavily. After a while, he returned to his pace.

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There were too many people coming that night. Xiangwen Club had never had so many people since its opening. There were 300 people in one night.

The lively scene at Xiangwenshe alarmed the shopkeeper Wang of the teahouse. Lao Wang rushed to the door and was stunned when he saw this scene. The scene was so crowded that the Sifang Teahouse had not been so good since its opening.

Manager Wang was stunned on the spot. At this time, He Xiangdong also came out of the backstage. He looked at the number of audiences on the scene and knew it. He said to Manager Wang beside him: "Brother Wang, I still have to ask you to ask two people to lend us some stools?"

"Ah?" Manager Wang was stunned and immediately reacted, "Oh, okay, Dapanger, who runs a fast food restaurant next door, just bought a batch of plastic stools, and I'll send someone to borrow it now."

"Okay, thank you." He Xiangdong thanked him. Manager Wang has been here for many years and has always had friends with neighbors. It is absolutely right to ask him for help in such a thing.

"Okay, it's okay, don't be polite." Manager Wang was also polite.

He Xiangdong said: "Okay, please help me with the burden first. I will go to the backstage to prepare everyone to start the performance."

"Okay, it's okay, you're busy with yours, I'm here."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Manager Wang looked at He Xiangdong's departure back and looked at the audience outside who were waiting to buy tickets. He frowned, his eyes were heavy, and he muttered, "This person is really a climate."

Manager Wang shouted to the back: "Xiaoshan, go to Dafa next door to borrow a stool. Xiao Hu, hurry up and call the boss."

After calling out, Manager Wang hurriedly walked inside. It seemed that Xiangwenshe was about to become a climate. If this really happened, then their Sifang Teahouse would not treat Xiangwenshe as before. And He Xiangdong.

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The audience came in one by one. The original seats were not enough, and they were full of seats. He Xiangdong also ran to the theater. He took his second brother to take advantage of the situation. He brought the audience over wherever there was a free seat and put down the stool, so that everyone could sit down quickly.

Before he could officially speak crosstalk, He Xiangdong was so tired that he was sweating. It was even more tiring to make this thing than to do on the stage.

Two old men, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan, also picked up curtains from the side of the field, and watched the lively scene. Seeing this lively scene, the two old men were brilliant in their eyes and smiled.

Zhang Wenhai said: "This time it should be done, right?"

Fan Wenquan nodded happily: "I think it's really done. As long as they come to our garden, we will have a way to make them come next time."

"Hahaha..." Zhang Wenhai laughed.

Fan Wenquan was also laughing, his face full of emotion, and sighed deeply. It has been eight years, eight years, so many difficulties and hardships, how could it be explained clearly in one or two sentences, but now, they finally see the dawn, the real dawn.

Xiang Wenshe is their foundation. In the past, no matter what programs He Xiangdong played or awards he won, the two old men were unconfidant because the number of audiences in Xiang Wenshe did not increase, and Xiang Wenshe's roots did not become stronger.

Now the roots of Xiangwenshe have finally begun to grow, and Xiangwenshe, a sapling that has been planted for eight years, is finally about to start growing.
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