After receiving a call from Manager Wang, Qiu Wuyu, the owner of Sifang Teahouse, rushed back that night. The two stood outside the theater and watched the lively scene with a complicated expression.

Qiu Wuyu looked at the dense crowd inside and frowned slightly. Then he looked at He Xiangdong who was generous on the stage. He threw a bunch of people out casually. The audience was filled with laughter and applause and cheers spread far away. This lively scene really scared Qiu Wuyu.

Qiu Wuyu opened an old teahouse, and there are also folk art performances in the teahouse. He is also a person who has something to do with the folk art industry. People like him were called the hole in the old society, which is the boss of the folk art garden.

So he is quite familiar with the matter of Quyi Industry. He is very clear about the current decline in Quyi Industry. Xiang Wenshe is actually pretty good, at least he can make a little profit by performing crosstalk on the scene.

Many teahouses can’t make half a penny from Quyi, and there are even many viewers who don’t like these things, and the bosses often lose money.

Many old teahouses have demolished the stage and put on a large TV. People have started playing TV and movies, and they are almost turning into cinemas. What do you think can you do?

Even the original Xiang Wenshe just happened to make him some money. The main input of his teahouse still depends on external business reception, but the scene of Xiang Wenshe tonight is a little too popular.

"Brother Wang, why are there so many customers coming tonight?" Qiu Wuyu looked inside, confused.

Manager Wang said: "Boss, I remember telling me about Beijing Radio and Television recordings of their crosstalk."

Qiu Wuyu nodded: "Yes, I know this. Are you saying that these people have listened to the radio?"

Manager Wang nodded and said, "Eighty percent."

Qiu Wuyu was a little disbelief: "No, who else can listen to the radio now? Apart from the taxi driver, they are all old men and women. Besides, there is no one listening to crosstalk now. Crosstalk that no one listens to and radio that no one listens can bring so many people to you?"

Upon hearing this, Manager Wang also hesitated a little.

Qiu Wuyu continued: "Just watch the Dou Ye scene. People invite them to TV, so there are not many people listening, let alone this broken radio."

Manager Wang shook his head in confusion, as if he felt it was a bit unreliable, but he turned his head and said to Qiu Wuyu: "Boss, this may be a big deal. Do you think you will treat them in the future?"

As soon as he asked this, Qiu Wuyu's brows jumped at that time. The ticket share between him and Xiang Wenshe was 55% open, and they didn't even care about the meal. In the industry, the share share ratio was considered low. The folk art team generally wanted to win the big head.

But now the folk art is really in a downturn, and crosstalk is not prosperous. In addition, Xiang Wenshe is a folk wild team, so he dares to suppress the division so low.

But now Xiangwenshe seems to be becoming popular, and it is a bit inappropriate to be so low.

Qiu Wuyu fell into deep thought. Lao Wang glanced at his boss with a slanted glance, but he didn't disturb him. He was a veteran of the three dynasties of Sifang Teahouse. The bosses changed one by one, but he had never changed his status as a shopkeeper. He was a capable person and understood the truth very well. He knew when to speak and what to say.

After a while, Qiu Wuyu turned his head and asked Manager Wang: "Brother Wang, do you think this Xiangwenshe can really become a climate?"

Manager Wang frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I can see it clearly during this period. Since the radio station came to record and broadcast, their business has been getting better and better every day. There are so many people coming tonight. Boss, look at the aisle in this theater where everyone is listening to crosstalk, and even the stage is full of people."

"These people all bought tickets for money. They were twenty yuan per person. The tables on the aisle were all at this price. They didn't give a discount. Look at these people still listened to the fun and were not angry at all. This is rare, so..."

Qiu Wuyu continued the second half: "They will come again next time."

"Yes." Manager Wang nodded.

Qiu Wuyu frowned and thought for a while, then carefully watched the reaction of the audience, and then looked at the lively scene. He said, "Maybe, it's really going to change."

"It should be early rather than late." Manager Wang reminded.

Qiu Wuyu turned his head over.

Manager Wang said again: "Now ours is not the only one who runs teahouses."

Qiu Wuyu nodded heavily, his expression slightly solemn. He asked, "Then what price do you think we should give?"

Manager Wang smiled and said, "You are the boss, you will decide."

Qiu Wuyu said: "You are an old man in a teahouse and have a deeper understanding of the folk art industry than me. I want to hear your opinions."

Manager Wang nodded slightly and asked, "Boss, what price are you going to give?"

Qiu Wuyu said: "What do you think about June 4th?"

Manager Wang shook his head and said, "At least, Panax notoginseng."

Qiu Wuyu's pupils shrank slightly.

...

Xiangwenshe was very popular tonight, and the actors were extremely excited. He Xiangdong and his team performed until after 11 o'clock and slowly ended.

After returning home, He Xiangdong was almost tired and broke up, but he was very happy inside because Xiang Wenshe was finally about to become popular.

Yes, he already knows that he will become popular now. With the broadcast of Dapeng Radio, there will be more and more audiences, and with He Xiangdong's ability, he will be able to leave more and more audiences.

Xiang Wenshe is finally about to complete. After eight years of persistence, we finally managed to see the clouds clear and the moon shine. We worked hard to live up to heaven.

He Xiangdong smiled and cried.

...

There are many smart people in the world, but the biggest disadvantage of smart people is that they are too smart, so they have a lot of ideas and always think that they can predict everything and control everything, but the times change, and no one can know everything at all.

"Hey, Teacher He? Hey, hello, I am President Jiang's assistant, and my name is Tian Jingjing."

"Yeah, hello."

"Teacher He, do you have time tomorrow morning?"

"have."

"That's right. Our Mr. Jiang wants to ask you for an interview tomorrow. Can you see if you can come here conveniently?"

"Haha, I'm still the ones who ask for it and will not give in. As long as I can, I can't let it go. If I don't, I'm willing to guard my small temple in Xiangwenshe for the rest of my life."

There was a silence on the other end of the phone.

He Xiangdong continued, "If you are really sincere, you will come to me instead of asking me to come to you."

On the other end of the phone, silent again.

He Xiangdongdao: "I still need to prepare for the performance, goodbye."

The phone hangs up.
Chapter completed!