"Not good, something happened."

"Not good, some people in the audience are causing trouble."

"There's a stir in the audience."

...

The actors of Xiang Wenshe have all come on stage, but there are still people in the backstage. Many seniors in the Beijing folk art industry are still in the backstage. Hou Sanye and others are still there, and Wang Miwei and Zhang Kuoru, two Shanbaos, are still there.

Including Xiang Wenshe’s administrative team and Huantian Media’s people, everyone was busy in the backstage. When something happened in the theater, the backstage got news.

Mr. Hou San said at that time: "Let's go and take a look."

A group of seniors ran to the side of the game to see the situation on the scene.

Qiao Yu also said immediately: "Let our people go and see who are making trouble and deal with it according to the plan."

The teams of the two companies also started moving.

On the contrary, the two old men, Zhang Kuoru and Wang Miwei, were the least panicked, especially Wang Miwei. The old man was still teasing Xiao He. Look...

They knew He Xiangdong's ability very well, and they had eaten and seen it themselves. It was nothing for the audience to make trouble. If He Xiangdong didn't even have the ability to do this little business, then he wouldn't have to do this commercial performance.

Today, many media reporters came to the theater. They were stunned when they saw this scene. What is the situation?

On the stage, the faces of the actors of Xiangwenshe changed, especially He Xiangdong's apprentices. They had never seen this before, and they were so panicked at that time.

He Xiangdong's face also darkened, and he looked at the messy scene coldly.

There are so many people in the audience now, and there are many people shouting and making trouble; there are also those who are not interested in watching the fun and shouting; there are those who can't stand the quarrels and chasing; there are also those who can't stand the quarrels and chasing; of course, there are also those who let everyone watch the performance quietly...

How can it be so chaotic?

Everyone on the stage looked at each other and then focused their eyes on He Xiangdong. He was the headmaster and now he was standing on the stage again. This situation must be handled by him.

The seniors in the art world who were on and off the stage also looked dark. The folk art world finally had a commercial performance that didn't lose money. It wasn't long before they were happy. Good guy, such a big thing happened just as the show started.

What exactly did you give birth to?

People in other industries are not clear about it. How come Hou Sanye, the insiders of the crosstalk industry, don’t know it. It looks obvious that someone is deliberately making trouble. As for who it is, do you still need to ask?

I thought they were just cursing in the newspaper and suppressing it, but who knew they had even run into the theater to make trouble. This was too despicable.

"The shamelessness." Chu Cheng scolded in anger.

"I don't know the general, I'm extremely despicable, and a bunch of scum." This was scolded by Master Hou San.

"No, I can't help but get angry." Chu Cheng rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go to the stage to help. He Xiangdong was not easy to say something. He said it easily caused trouble. Chu Cheng is not afraid. He is almost retired and has long been fearless.

Old Master Zhang Baoku was also there. The old man grabbed Chu Cheng and said, "Stay honestly, what are you doing? You're so irritable."

Chu Cheng said anxiously: "But now that the audience is so chaotic, are we just watching them make trouble?"

Old Master Zhang Baoku said in a deep voice: "Okay, be calm. You are a man of age. Why is the skill of nourishing qi so poor? Let that kid deal with it by himself. What's going on now?"

Chu Cheng was full of depression: "Old man, tell me, look, how good is Xiang Wenshe able to run commercial performances for us? Look at those people, what are they doing? Even if you can do something like making trouble at the performance, are there such despicable things? Are you shameless?

Zhang Baoku's face also became gloomy and he said coldly: "These people are becoming less and less arrogant."

...

On the stage, He Xiangdong looked at the scene with a calm face and cold eyes. He didn't say anything. After a while, the people saw that He Xiangdong kept looking at them, but they didn't say anything, and their voices gradually became smaller.

At this time, He Xiangdong raised his breath, his voice came out from afar, and he sent every word clearly to the ears of every audience member on the scene. This is true kung fu: "Everyone, if it is our Xiangwen Club audience, please calm down and let those who make trouble show their true colors. I want to see who made trouble on our performance today."

As soon as this was said, every audience heard it clearly, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone was watching suspiciously. Those who were making trouble did not dare to speak, for fear of becoming the target of public criticism.

The scene was quiet, but He Xiangdong was so angry that he was too bullying. It would be fine if they cursed outside, but they even messed up on their own performances.

This is a taboo in the industry. What crosstalk artists pay attention to is that the drama is bigger than the sky. Even if someone dies at home, they have to finish the performance before they can go home to attend the funeral. The performance is the artist's heaven.

But now they dare to do so blatantly and make trouble. They have all gone to their homes to make money. This is a great revenge that will never end.

He Xiangdong glared: "We Xiangwenshe is just a group of folk grassroots artists. We have no power and no ability. We just want to speak crosstalk to the audience. That's all, are you so hard to fight each other? We even went to our performance to make trouble. I know who you are. If you have the guts, stand up for me now and let me see which old friends have come."

"Okay." Most of the audiences who came supported Xiangwen Club. After hearing He Xiangdong's scolding, they all supported He Xiangdong with applause.

He Xiangdong continued: "The opening singing is one of our twelve crosstalk lessons and is also a must-sing for major performances. You want to make trouble, right? I'll give you this song next."

"Come on, Taiping Year."

The actors on the stage were stunned. Taiping Nian? This song has never been right before. Is it a new job?

He Xiangdong's eyes were cold, and he held the fan in his hand, used the play shelf, opened his mouth and sang, and the tone was very high: "Young and young men, I have found the teahouse, please hold on to Xiangwenshe, this golden signboard, and see the West Mountain and the North Sea to talk about foxes and strange things."

As soon as he heard it, the audience was shocked. This was really hard work.

The actors immediately reacted and sang together with Su Qi: "Peaceful Year."

He Xiangdong continued to sing: "Who is better at fooling around, everyone knows in their hearts."

Everyone joined Su again: "Nian Taiping."

"Okay..." The audience shouted and cheered. The faces of those troublemakers changed. In just a few short sentences, the audience had already returned to their hearts. If they made trouble again, they would probably be torn to by the audience.

The seniors in the background looked at each other and were puzzled.

Mr. Zhang Baoku also asked: "When did he write this?"

Master Hou San shook his head: "I don't know, I've never heard of it."

Chu Cheng asked: "It's not that he just made up this, right?"

"No," Mr. Shi said, but shook his head again: "It's really hard to say."

On the stage, He Xiangdong was still singing: "The hard-core crops in the Qing Dynasty were buried. The old seniors understood that the crosstalk world attracted laughter. Zhang Sanlu was not afraid of his poor voice and appearance."

"Peaceful Year."

He Xiangdong sang: "The waves in the Yangtze River will push up the waves in the front."

"Year of peace."

He Xiangdong sang again: "I said traditional crosstalk and scolded me. You guys are fucking bullshit, and they make arrangements for life. It's hard to tell whether it's true or false these days."

"Peaceful Year."

"What a big-tailed wolf? This is your big mistake."

"Year of peace."

"Okay." The atmosphere at the scene was motivated by He Xiangdong's song, and the audience was filled with righteous indignation.

The seniors in the backstage were also shocked, you really dare to sing.

The media on the scene were also excited. They really wanted to make He Xiangdong their ancestor. It was so rewarding that they could get big news every time they came to Xiangwen Club.

As for the troublemakers, their faces turned pale.

He Xiangdong sang again: "Don't talk about the mountains and flowing waters on the big stage, nor do you talk about the small stage of the Libaren Teahouse. Even if you are emperors and generals, you have to have some fun."

"Peaceful Year."

He Xiangdong bowed and sang: "I wish you all the family happiness and smiles all the time."

"Year of peace."

"Okay..." The audience applauded for a long time.
Chapter completed!