At six o'clock in the evening, the theater began to enter, the audience started queuing up to check tickets, and many crosstalk actors from Tianjin City also came, and Mr. Shao Ma even came to support him in person. The Chang family, Mr. Chang, also brought people with him.

Outside, Master Shao Ma and Master Chang had a full face. Master Chang smiled and said, "Oh, Master Shao Ma is here too?"

The young master laughed and said, "That's not, come and see, aren't you here too?"

Mr. Chang said, "Yes, it's rare that someone in the crosstalk world can successfully hold a commercial performance. We always have to come and see it. We should be so proud of such a good junior. Alas, have you been to the backstage?"

The young master shook his head: "No, they are all busy. What am I going to do at this time? Don't cause trouble for others. Let's just listen to crosstalk carefully. When they finish acting, let's go over and take a look."

Mr. Chang said, "Well, okay, let's go together then."

"Yeah, okay. Hey, it's time for us."

Gou Qifu was behind Young Master Ma and Chang Si Master. After seeing the two of them in, he glanced at the surroundings. He didn't expect Young Master Ma and Chang Si Master to praise He Xiangdong so much. And looking at the way these two people talked, He Xiangdong and these two seemed to have had old friends for a long time.

Gou Qifu shook his head. He had sent his apprentice to help anyway, and had also introduced his experience in crosstalk in Tianjin to He Xiangdong. He had done a good job in terms of emotion and reason, and no one could find out his reason.

Because he was also kind to He Xiangdong and Xiang Wenshe, this would be the case. But those people were thinking about watching He Xiangdong's fun. Gou Qifu looked back and there was a worry between his eyebrows.

Local media in Tianjin have also come, some media in Beijing have also come, and some national media have also come, and even Tianjin TV has not been absent.

The media originally wanted to go to the backstage to interview He Xiangdong and Xiang Wenshe's actors, but He Xiangdong didn't even let them in. How could he enter? Xiang Wenshe is now the only commander, and it's nothing more to interview, it's not embarrassing enough.

Time passed little by little and it was almost time to play. He Xiangdong's heart calmed down. He has always been a sex player on the court. The more he performs, the better his condition.

Now the actors of Xiangwen Club have already boarded the train, but I don’t know if they can perform in time. At 7:30, He Xiangdong pinched the time for the performance and felt it was a bit unstoppable.

They can get to the train station at about seven o'clock, but the trains are prone to delay. Nowadays, there are no high-speed trains, so they take slow trains. This kind of train is loaded. It is normal for a station to unload and load for a while.

Besides, even if they arrived on time, there was still a distance from the train station to the theater. It was difficult to arrive in half an hour. Moreover, today, the car would definitely not drive fast on the road in this foggy weather. In short, the situation is not optimistic.

"Teacher He, haven't you come to Xiangwenshe's actors yet?" Su Shengde asked.

He Xiangdong looked up at him, shook his head and said, "No."

"Oh, this is about to start, what should I do?" He was so anxious.

He Xiangdong took a look at the time and the show started at 7:15 in another fifteen minutes. He Xiangdong turned off his phone and put it in his bag. If he wanted to go on stage, he had to concentrate on his performance. He should not be disturbed by external affairs and be worthy of the audience's tickets. This is artistic ethics.

He Xiangdong was not in the mood to call them again and asked where they were. They were just on the road. They could only be on time. If they were too late, they could only hold on by themselves.

He Xiangdong changed himself into clothes, closed his sleeves with his hands, and bounced on his body a few times, looking very calm.

Su Shengde was worried for him. This person was really not in a hurry. He was in a hurry. He was still in the mood to organize his clothes here. Do you want to be so calm?

After finishing up his clothes, He Xiangdong just walked out of the backstage dressing room and found that Qiao Yu was negotiating with Zhou Guoqing, the manager of Fanglan Theater.

Qiao Yu was sweating on his head: "No, Manager Zhou, just treat it as a helper. Our actors are almost at the theater, just a little bit away. Can you postpone the opening a little?"

Zhou Guoqing looked unhappy: "I have been in the theater for many years, but I have never seen you like this before. This is about to start, and there is only one actor here, so how can I do that?"

Qiao Yu hurriedly explained: "We actors set off early in the morning, but who knew that there was heavy fog today. They were blocked on the highway for seven hours. We had no choice. You can help."

Zhou Guoqing shook his head and said, "It's okay to delay it for three or five minutes. If you are twenty or half an hour late, what should you do? How do you explain to the audience whether your actors did not come, or did our theater facilities fail?"

Qiao Yu was silent.

...

The backstage was lively, and the front desk was a little more lively. Because an accident also occurred here, the show was about to start in three to five minutes. At most half of the people were sitting in the audience seat, and there were no audience outside.

What's going on? Didn't Xiang Wenshe sell all the tickets? Why didn't anyone come? Didn't Xiang Wenshe claim to never give tickets? Isn't this half of the audience wanting that ticket worth hundreds?

There is no need for tickets for peers to listen to crosstalk. This is the industry rule. Just hold your fists at the door and say it’s hard. After entering, just sit in a corner. They are not included in the box office, nor are they included in the free tickets.

But now even if you have crosstalk colleagues, at most half of the people are sitting on the scene, so there is only one answer, Xiang Wenshe has made a big deal on the box office and made a very big deal.

There were many reporters at the scene. These reporters could be heard by their colleagues in Beijing. He Xiangdong can be regarded as the mascot of their industry. As long as they are involved in him, there will definitely be big news.

You see, it has come true again. Xiangwenshe’s tickets are definitely big news. Xiangwenshe, which is popular in Beijing, actually faked the box office. Haha, this news is enough.

The audience didn't have a special feeling. It would be better if there were fewer people, but it would be more convenient for them to go to the toilet later.

When my colleagues looked at the scene, they had a very obvious contempt in their eyes. This is Xiangwenshe, which is popular in Beijing? This is Xiangwenshe, which is touted by the media as saving crosstalk? This is the future of crosstalk?

It's simply bullshit.

This is just a fake box office product.

From a glance, we can see that they can fake commercial performances in Tianjin, and they can also fake commercial performances in Beijing. They also said that this is the only group in the folk art industry that can do commercial performances without losing money. Haha, if they have done frauds like this, can they still lose money?

How many benefits did those media take from them? How could they praise them so much? It’s better to see them at first sight than to hear them. It’s just a clown who is sensational.

At that time, many colleagues who came to the performance snorted coldly, smiled contemptuously, got up and left. They felt that watching this performance by a team that deceived the world and had a reputation was a humiliation for them.

In the audience, Mr. Ma and Mr. Chang looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes, but the strange thing in front of them made them a little puzzled.

Tong Wensheng and Guo Wenqiang also looked at each other, both of them frowned and their faces were full of worry.

A pair of people came from the colleagues in the audience, Huo Mingde and Guo Junqiang. The two of them were feeling uncomfortable sitting in their seats. They looked embarrassed and always felt that they were under a lot of unnatural pressure.

Backstage, He Xiangdong strode over, walked to Qiao Yu, and said to Zhou Guoqing: "Okay, needless to say, Manager Zhou, you will start the show then."

"Okay." Zhou Guoqing responded, left without saying anything.

He Xiangdong has difficulties, and the theater also has difficulties. How do you explain to the audience if you postpone the opening? Is it because of Xiang Wenshe or the theater? This cannot be done, and no one wants to suffer a reputation.

"Teacher He, the show is about to begin, what should I do?" Su Shengde asked anxiously.

At this time, someone came from the backstage: "Senior brother, I took our master over. They sat down in front. I'll come to the backstage to see if there is anything to help."

He Xiangdong turned his head and looked at Cai Shengyi.
Chapter completed!