The full name of Beizhan Theater is Beijing Exhibition Hall Theater. It was built in 1954. This year marks the fiftieth anniversary. This theater is located next to Xizhimen Metro Station in Xicheng District. Next to Beizhan Theater is Beijing Zoo.

The Beizhan Theater has a total of 43 rows and more than 2,700 seats, making it a relatively large theater.

The Beizhan Theater mainly hosts large-scale ballets, symphony, opera, dance drama and large-scale conferences. Occasionally, there will be celebrity concerts here to receive crosstalk commercial performances. This is the first time in this world.

It's a broken point, not only the Beizhan Theater, but also the crosstalk world.

On November 15th, the sun is very bright.

Xiang Wenshe's performance team went to the backstage of the Beizhan Theater at noon. Looking at the bright and bright backstage with excellent decoration, these old hats were dazzled. They were really worthy of being commercial performances. The treatment was amazing.

In the afternoon, I first became familiar with the theater. This is He Xiangdong's old rule. I took the actors in the garden to see it, familiar with the audience's location and angle, so it is convenient to wait for the performance.

Middle-aged actors such as Gu Baimo were faintly excited, let alone He Xiangdong's apprentices. Chen Jun's eyes were now full of brilliance. He looked at all this enviously and was so excited.

The two old men, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, also smiled and nodded, feeling in their hearts, thinking that when Xiangwenshe was first established, there were only them and He Xiangdong, and no one came to listen to crosstalk. There were not many audiences in the audience, so how could it be so miserable at that time?

After more than eight years of going all the way, Xiangwenshe finally ushered in today and finally ushered in its glory. Seeing this, the hardships he suffered in the past are nothing. Everything is worth it, it is really worth it.

He Xiangdong looked back at Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, with tears in their eyes.

...

After a while, Mr. Hou San and others also came. They all came with flower baskets to congratulate Xiang Wenshe on his successful first commercial performance.

Everyone met and chatted and laughed. In the afternoon, He Xiangdong received congratulations from many famous artists in the Beijing folk art world. He collected a stack of flower baskets, including Gu Teacher from Storytelling Scholars, Su Xiaosheng from Dagumen, and Niu, who was a ventriloquist, also sent gifts...

Xiang Wenshe's successful commercial performance has had a great impact on the entire folk art industry, and even all the seniors of Liyuanxing sent congratulations.

The backstage atmosphere was very good, but the guests who visited also knew that He Xiangdong and the others were going to prepare for the performance, so they didn't bother them anymore, just chatting for a few days.

He Xiangdong also asked his agent to accompany these seniors in the art world. At this time, he could see the benefits of the agent. At this time, it would come in handy, and then let his apprentices serve these elders.

Now all those who come here are the real artists in the art world. Their artistic level is so high that their apprentices can get their guidance. This is a great thing. Artists learn art like this. They have to serve tea and water from old artists and make them happy, so that they will teach you something. They are the same, and He Xiangdong was the same when he was a child.

It was almost evening when Zhang Kuoru and Wang Miwei came. The two old men came with Xiao He. They had nothing to do now, and He Xiangdong has inherited their abilities and nothing to teach.

But he can't stay at home every day when he is old, especially Zhang Kuoru. His son Zhang Qingfeng has not given birth to a grandson or granddaughter for him so far. He has no intention of talking about them anymore, and he is tired even if he talks about them.

He now regards Xiao He as his grandson, and Zhang Qingfeng breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, he doesn't need to bother them anymore, and he is also afraid of being annoyed.

As for Wang Miwei, the widowed man was even more speechless. He was so arrogant that he was too fond of Xiao He. He insisted on accepting Xiao He as his personal disciple and teaching him all his skills.

He Xiangdong's nose was almost pissed. He had never seen such a bastard, so he recognized Wang Miwei as his teacher, but he also wanted to accept Xiao He as his apprentice.

What should I do if the father and the other two meet in the future? Xiao He calls himself a senior brother? This old man Wang Miwei is too bad.

Tian Jiani is also here, she is busy with the administrative team of Xiangwenshe. Qiao Yu and his wife from Huantian Media are also here. The commercial performance was very successful. They are in a happy mood recently.

Of course, they can't be satisfied. After all, the performance has not started yet. They also brought their team to do various logistics work. They must make the commercial performance of Xiangwenshe smoothly.

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The backstage is very busy, and the gate of the theater is also very busy. Most of the scalpers in Beijing have come here. Today is the last day of collecting tickets and selling tickets. You can make a lot of money by doing it a little.

The street outside Xizhimen is very lively. Some people come to listen to crosstalk, some people buy tickets to find scalpers, and there are scalpers in Beijing. In addition to the reporters and media, the streets are full of people, and the theater has not yet opened.

Police also come to maintain order. Police are very hard-working in large-scale performances like this. They have to take responsibility for anything happening. But if you maintain order well, you will easily offend people and be scolded. It is thankless and miserable.

It's getting dark now, and the entrance of the Beizhan Theater is already crowded. At this time, a fat man walked out of the Beijing Zoo. As soon as he came over, the light at the door became a little darker, and this man looked like a mountain.

The fat man walked into the crowd and found someone and asked, "Liaojia, let me ask if Xiang Wenshe's commercial performance is here?"

The man wrapped a bag around his waist and said hurriedly: "That's right, right, do you have a ticket?"

The fat man shook his head: "No."

The man shook the ticket in his hand and asked, "I have one, do you want a ticket?"

Well, the fat man met a scalper.

The fat man asked, "How much does it cost?"

The man replied, "You want the front and back rows. The positions are different, the prices are different."

The fat man replied: "Just give me the cheapest one."

The man took out one from his bag and said, "Five hundred."

The big fat man's tone changed: "How many?"

The man shook the tickets and said, "Don't think it's expensive. The tickets in Xiangwenshe are too popular now. We can't receive a few tickets. The price of our tickets is high, so the selling price is high, and we will only earn hard money. In this way, you sincerely ask me to give you 488."

The fat man was speechless for a moment and stared at the gate of the Beizhan Theater, stunned.

...

At six o'clock, one hour before the performance began, the theater began to release people and the audience checked their tickets.

The scalpers also began to jump around at this time, and those with tickets on hand were about to be given, otherwise the tickets would be worthless when the show started.

The audience entered the venue, but it was not just the audience.
Chapter completed!