The tickets are divided into five levels. The cheapest one on the outside is 188, and the cheapest one on the inside is 288,488,688,888, and the first-class ticket in the inside is almost 900 yuan.

The ticket price of Xiangwenshe in Sifang Teahouse is constant. Now it has increased slightly. There are thirty-one teahouses and twenty-five shacks, regardless of the front and back rows. The teahouse will give you a cup of tea.

But it is not enough to do commercial performances. You can’t sell tickets without dividing the front and back rows, otherwise you have to fight. After all, the venue for commercial performances is too large, and the impression of the front and back rows will be very different.

As soon as the ticket price was released, the layperson had no special feelings, and the people in the folk art industry were really shocked.

You should know that this is O4 years. At that time, the salary of an ordinary worker was only more than one thousand. If it was better than two thousand, he would have to pay 900 yuan at once, which was enough for most of the other person’s salary.

These days, pork is only more than four yuan per pound, so you can buy a pig directly. The price is really not low, even the outermost one costs 200 yuan.

Even if a popular singer comes to hold a concert now, it is just this fare. How dare he offer such a price for a crosstalk show?

Are you crazy?

"I'm crazy, this bastard must be crazy." Zhao Fenghua walked back and forth at home. He never expected that He Xiangdong would offer such a high ticket price.

Yan Xiaohua also had a deep face. He looked at the newspaper on the table repeatedly, but he still couldn't believe it. What they had originally guessed was that He Xiangdong would use a very low fare to attract audiences, but who knew that he would do this.

Ding Yiqun is here, and the three of them are now getting together. He is also thinking in his mind that there are 27oo seats in the Beizhan Theater. According to the ticket price they sell, if all of them are sold, the box office of this game will be nearly one million.

Million, Ding Yiqun's hand holding a cigarette couldn't help but tremble. Now it's said that millionaires are rich, and He Xiangdong's commercial performance is enough for a millionaire?

Thinking of this, Ding Yiqun was even more shocked. Can you really make so much money by saying crosstalk? Is it impossible, will the audience spend so much money to support it?

Zhao Fenghua seemed a little annoyed. His actions against Xiang Wenshe have been repeatedly unsuccessful recently, and his work has also encountered many setbacks. It is even more difficult to appear on the show now, especially Beijing Station. Other stations also give priority to Xiang Wenshe actors, which makes him hate He Xiangdong even more.

Zhao Fenghua said sternly: "I don't believe it anyway, so let's just watch it. They designated them to give away tickets. No one is willing to spend so much money to listen to a crosstalk. It's impossible."

Yan Xiaohua calmed down a little and said, "Don't be excited for now, what's your master saying?"

Zhao Fenghua walked back to the sand, sat down heavily, and said, "My master didn't say anything, just let us stare at it more. He didn't believe that someone would buy such a high ticket price."

Yan Xiaohua nodded and turned around and asked Ding Yiqun: "Old Ding, what does your master say?"

Ding Yiqun said two words: "Same."

Immediately, the three of them fell into silence.

...

He Xiangdong did not stop at Xiangwenshe because Mr. Hou brought people to kill him again. He Xiangdong was really amused. Recently, Mr. Hou, Mr. Shi, and Chu Cheng were like conjoined babies. Every time he came over, he must be with him. This matter was a mess.

He Xiangdong was scolded again. Master Hou San was speechless. He just had no choice but to hold a commercial performance. He also insisted on choosing a Beijing Exhibition Theater. He could sit 2,700 people. It would be impossible to choose a smaller one. It's true.

Just Beizhan, but can't the ticket be cheaper? The minimum is 188, and the maximum is 888. It hurts after seeing this price by Master Hou San himself. How many people can buy such a high ticket price? If you take a few seats at that time, it would not be embarrassing enough.

The old seniors in the folk art industry have cursed again. The kid who was originally doing commercial performances was already reckless, but now the price is still as if he is having a joke. Isn’t this a joke?

So, the two old men Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan were caught in the attack again. Who made them fail to watch He Xiangdong, a reckless young man? Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan once again couldn't argue, so they started to trouble He Xiangdong's apprentices again.

As soon as the ticket price was released and the venue was released, it was over. Now no one in the industry thought that He Xiangdong's commercial performance could be successful.

Newspapers and magazines are also full of bad news. Some analytical articles say that the commercial performance of the Quyi Industry is about to fail again. This time should have been the closest to success. Unfortunately, I met He Xiangdong, a naughty young man.

Even the scalpers in Beijing think that the tickets for this crosstalk competition are not easy to do, and no one wants to get the tickets.

This time the ticket price is a bit high, even Xiangwenshe and its partner Huantian Media, who thinks it is a bit high. He Xiangdongfei insists on making it, and they are worried that they can't sell it.

Anyway, in addition to He Xiangdong, there is another person in Beijing who believes that this commercial performance is successful, and this person is Jiang Yisheng, the boss of Hengyang Entertainment.

...

All aspects of publicity have been done enough, all kinds of doubts and analysis have been done enough. No matter what, the day of ticket sales is finally coming, and it is finally time for testing.

Countless pairs of eyes stare at this day. There is no such thing as buying tickets online yet. Even booking tickets on phone is still quite incomplete. If you want to buy tickets, you can only queue up. So sometimes in order to grab the concert tickets of popular singers, someone would come over to wait for a night in advance, otherwise they would not be able to buy them at all.

Now the ticket sales to the Wenshe business show have also begun. Ticket sales are divided into three places, one is at the entrance of Sifang Teahouse, one is the Beizhan Theater, and the other is a ticketing center under Huantian Media.

Upstairs, Qiao Yu was restless. He didn't sleep well last night and came here before dawn this morning. He was watching the ticket center downstairs upstairs, and his sweat was about to come out.

To put it nicely, he was trying to do business performances in the cultural club, but in fact he suppressed all his assets. If he lost again this time, he would really have nothing, and all his efforts over the years would be in vain.

Qiao's wife also came in, holding a cup of soy milk and a few buns in her hand, walked to Qiao Yu gently, handed over the food, and said softly: "Stop looking, they are not at work, it's just dawn now, you can eat something first."

Qiao Yu frowned: "How can I eat it?"

Qiao's wife angrily said, "You have to eat it if you can't eat it, come here."

Qiao's wife forced Qiao Yu to his office and stuffed him breakfast, so that he had to eat it first. There were not many people downstairs now, and even their own company had no one to work.

Qiao Yu knew that his wife had good intentions, and the more she looked at this kind of thing, the more she became more anxious, and she had already done everything she should do, so she couldn't even be anxious. He could only eat breakfast absent-mindedly, and it didn't taste it at all.

After breakfast, Qiao Yu wanted to run over and take a look, but he was stopped by Qiao's wife again. Qiao's wife insisted that he wait until eight o'clock and wait until the door opens there before going over. She felt anxious as if something was wrong.

Qiao Yu had no choice but to listen to his wife. In just two hours, Qiao Yu had been in a very long life. He had looked at his watch countless times and almost saw that it was a flower.

Finally, it was eight o'clock.
Chapter completed!