Lin Zhengjun was unhappy at the time: "Old Bai, what are you doing? Mr. Fang is just a role, how can you let others start the show?"

Bai Fengshan smiled: "I have the final say on whether the horn is a horn or not. The audience must recognize that they are willing to give money and praise."

Lin Zhengjun said angrily: "Anyway, Mr. Fang can't say the opening. No matter what, they say, they will withdraw from the professional folk art troupe in Beijing."

When Bai Fengshan heard this, he laughed even more self-deprecatingly: "Lao Lin, you are wrong. Who among us has withdrawn from a professional group?"

Lin Zhengjun was speechless: "You are Mr. Fang back then"

"Okay." Fang Wenqi interrupted Lin Zhengjun's words of defense for him. He looked at Bai Fengshan and said with a smile: "Bai Fengshan, Boss Bai, right? I understand the rules of the world, and our master and apprentice will start from the opening."

"Mr. Fang." Lin Zhengjun immediately looked over with concern.

Fang Wenqi just smiled, showing that it was okay.

Bai Fengshan turned his head for the first time and looked at Fang Wenqi seriously.

Fang Wenqi also looked back, and her old face was faintly smiling, and asked, "Then when can we two take the show?"

Bai Fengshan looked at the old man in front of him a few glances and said, "It's OK tonight, and the show will start at 6 o'clock."

Fang Wenqi bowed: "Since that's the case, we two will go and prepare first and say goodbye."

Bai Fengshan reached out to see the guest and said, "Please give me some advice."

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong walked away. Before He Xiangdong left, he looked at the man with a glossy face several times, and then looked at Lin Zhengjun several times. Seeing that his master had no objection, he followed him. His experience of traveling around the world and performing arts on the streets has also made the child mature as a person of his peers.

After the two left, Lin Zhengjun blamed him: "Lao Bai, what are you doing?"

Bai Fengshan asked back, "You still ask me what I'm doing. You don't know what the situation in our club is. We brothers can't continue to live. What should you do if you ask me to do?"

Lin Zhengjun argued: "Mr. Fang is a capable person, a good person, a big player. He can revitalize our club and make his brothers live a better life."

Bai Fengshan said, "You have the final say whether a good player is a good player, nor is it me. It depends on whether the audience is willing to praise him. If he is willing to praise him, he is the horn. If he doesn't praise him, he will be nothing."

"You" Lin Zhengjun was so angry that he had nothing to say. He knew Fang Wenqi's ability very well. He and Fan Wenquan were friends for many years and had heard Fan Wenquan mention his senior brother countless times. Every matter is enough to prove that this is a person with great ability.

Later, after learning that Fang Wenqi was in Tianjin Ridi, Fan Wenquan wanted to settle down, so he came to find Lin Zhengjun. The two hit it off. Lin Zhengjun was also missing a big corner to revitalize their venue. The two of them had a lot of thought, making bets on the game, contacting the venue, and looking for the audience.

So many viewers who came that night were all said by Lin Zhengjun from the door, just to leave Fang Wenqi with a good impression of this, otherwise he would attract so many people by just hanging a special crosstalk show.

It took no effort to keep the person behind. But before he even came on stage, Bai Fengshan was sent to the opening ceremony. How could he not be angry? He was really afraid that Fang Wenqi would leave after he was angry. He had heard Fan Wenquan say that his senior brother was stubborn.

Bai Fengshan sighed and said, "Old Lin, it's really not that I don't give you face. You don't know what the situation in our theater is. There are a few people coming tonight, fifteen. There are more actors in our backstage than the audience. After deducting the various fees for the venue tea and water, each of us can only share a few cents."

"What do you want me to do? Put Fang Wenqi and his disciples in the midfield? The finale? The more you put the money in the back row, the more you get. Do I dare to do this without seeing that they are indeed worth the money? If they are not worth the money, we will have to go hungry if there are so many brothers in the backstage."

The dozen or so Peking Opera actors who were wearing makeup in the backstage also turned their faces to watch Lin Zhengjun. They were covered with big faces everywhere. Lin Zhengjun was upset. He said, "I just knew the situation in our theater and I tried my best to keep them. I believe that they can make our theater popular. Haven't you seen how lively the last crosstalk special was?"

"Ha." Bai Fengshan chuckled and said, "Old Lin, don't think I don't know that these audiences were all said with a shy face. There were two people from professional folk art troupes who were good at performing. At least I've heard of Fan Wenquan's name, but I never knew there was Fang Wenqi."

"Also, the number of audiences does not mean anything. You also attracted a lot of audiences at the beginning, and the entire theater was full, but our level was not enough to keep the audience. Now there are only a few people coming to listen to the opera. It is hard to say whether their master and apprentice can keep the audience. Who can guarantee that there will be a grand occasion that night?"

Lin Zhengjun was also silent and sighed deeply. Without a certain proof, his guarantee was empty and powerless.

Bai Fengshan finally put on his beard, and he sighed: "Old Lin, I have no selfishness. As long as their master and apprentice can bring prosperity to the field and make our brothers live a better life, what's wrong with me, the head of the class, letting him Fang Wenqi do it?"

Lin Zhengjun finally nodded, then rubbed his face hard with his hands a few times, his eyes full of fatigue.

Backstage, Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong were also changing clothes. The two of them were just talking about crosstalk. Just put on two coats, and there were only a few props, a table, red cloth, folding fan, handkerchief, and awakening wood.

He Xiangdong asked while dressing, "Master, you are going to be angry when they bring you to the opening ceremony?"

Fang Wenqi said without raising her head, "What's so angry? As the head of the class, he is qualified to do this. If he doesn't understand the details of others, it's better for those who come to work on the class from the opening show, otherwise he will be irresponsible to other actors in the venue."

He Xiangdong held his smirk and deliberately elongated his voice and said, "Oh, it turns out they don't know your ability. Master, didn't you say that you were very famous in Beijing and Tianjin back then?"

Fang Wenqi chuckled with a roar, patted his apprentice's head with his hand, and said, "When I became famous in Beijing and Tianjin, it was before liberation. At that time, Bai Fengshan was not born yet. I also talked about crosstalk in Tianjin, just at the Shengyuan Tea House in Bird City. Later, I recorded a lot of crosstalks broadcast on the radio of the Quyi Troupe. Unfortunately, when Boss Bai was born, I had already left the group. Later, I ran around and left the ground, and it was normal for me not to know that my ability was normal."

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