Zhang Wenhai thought for a while and said, "Fu Liancheng has opened eight subjects. Let's follow the eight subjects first. After the eight subjects are full, we will re-take the characters."

He Xiangdong replied: "Okay, please give me a letter."

Zhang Wenhai smiled slightly and gave eight words: "The south mountain is flying, and the four seas are rising."

"The southern mountain is flying, and the four seas are rising." He Xiangdong read it again, pondered the taste, and smiled, "Mr. Zhang is a talented person."

Zhang Wenhai waved his hand: "It's nothing, by the way, what are you going to do with this research club? The nature of the school is to give it a font size as long as you graduate? What do you say about the teacher's teaching portal?"

He Xiangdong shook his head and said, "No, I plan to use the eight words you gave to us Xiangwenshe disciples. In the future, I will give them the stage name when I accept my disciples. Anyway, all the disciples I accept in the future will have to come out from here."

"As for the apprentices of the study club, we are still the same, including food, accommodation and learning for free. Find out the students from this group of students who are good at humanity and talent, and let them join our Xiangwen Club, so that they can choose to become masters by themselves."

"We Xiangwenshe lack actors, but the number of actors is limited. There must be many people who are not on stage here. He is willing to stay and continue to learn and do things. We don't stop him if he wants to leave. Although he can't enter our Xiangwenshe, he is still a big shot when going to other places. He can live one by one, and he can do whatever he wants."

"Those students who have not been able to become masters will not be given a font. In the future, people will say that the master will not have to give him a stage name to save the obstacles. We can just keep it for ourselves. In a while, we can almost start recruiting students."

Zhang Wenhai nodded: "Okay, you're all about running a folk art school."

He Xiangdong shook his head: "No, at least we can have a corner here."

Zhang Wenhai said angrily: "Go, don't talk nonsense."

...

After the Xiangwenshe branch started, the business was still very prosperous, and every show was still full, and many viewers could not find tickets with money.

This year, Xiang Wenshe's fame has risen to a higher level, and the business is booming. Seeing Xiang Wenshe's prosperous appearance, more people in the crosstalk world want to get into it.

Just today, another middle-aged crosstalk actor, from Northeast China, is a disciple of Mr. Cao Shengrui, a famous crosstalk artist. He can also speak about storytelling and has a portal in storytelling.

Among the crosstalk generations, he and He Xiangdong are of the same generation, but among the storytelling school, he wants to call He Xiangdong the uncle.

This man looks fat, has a lot of flesh on his face, looks very festive, and his eyes are very dark, bright and charming.

"Hello, Teacher He, I am Mr. Cao Shengrui's disciple. My name is Hong Xiaohe. This is the introduction letter my master wrote to me. Thank you for your hard work, take a look."

He Xiangdong took the letter, opened it and said, "Mr. Cao's disciple, oh, hey, how are your master?"

Hong Xiaohe is very polite: "You are worried about it, Master is in good health."

He Xiangdong and Cao Shengrui met one another more than ten years ago. At that time, when He Xiangdong was exploring the world with his master, the two of them visited this famous Northeastern master and talked about the art of crosstalk together.

He Xiangdong opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, took a few glances, and knew it in his heart. He asked, "Are you doing your job or measuring your job?"

Hong Xiaohe said: "I am the one who works."

He Xiangdong nodded: "Oh, come, drink water, drink water."

Hong Xiaohe held the cup and drank water: "Oh, okay, you are polite."

He Xiangdong asked again: "Then what do you do in the Northeast? Are you talking crosstalk in the art troupe? Or something else."

Hong Xiaohe said: "I am working as a host on the radio station, and I also speak crosstalk in a teahouse, but it does not make money to speak crosstalk, so I have to work part-time."

He Xiangdong said: "Oh, that's it, but this time you are coming to Beijing, what should you do if you work in the Northeast?"

Hong Xiaohe said: "It's okay, I've quit."

He Xiangdong was stunned: "Have you quit? Are you so decisive? What's this called, "Is it a waste of time?"

Hong Xiaohe smiled, and when he smiled, the flesh on his face squeezed together, his eyes looked very small: "I like to tell crosstalk. In the past, there was no way to tell crosstalk in the Northeast. He couldn't make money for eating, so he did part-time jobs. Now that you have a good place to tell crosstalk to the Wenshe, of course I have to do it. It's a great thing to be able to say crosstalk well and make money to eat."

He Xiangdong also smiled: "Haha, are you so sure I will keep you?"

Hong Xiaohe said: "Craftsmen rely on their ability to make money. They are not good at bragging. They must be really talented. You can see my ability. If you think my ability can be sold for money, then you will be rewarded."

He Xiangdong looked at Hong Xiaohe's eyes and nodded with a smile: "Okay, you are also happy. The stage is right in front of you. It will be the evening venue in a few hours. Can you go there?"

Hong Xiaohe nodded and said, "Okay, I can do it, but you have to give me a job, otherwise I have to speak stand-up alone."

He Xiangdong was slightly surprised: "You can still speak stand-up?"

Stand-alone crosstalk is difficult, it’s not something that everyone can come.

Hong Xiaohe said: "Yes, I learned it by my disciple."

He Xiangdong asked: "Is there a storytelling portal? Is it a storytelling school in Xihemen or a storytelling school?"

Hong Xiaohe said: "I am from the Storytelling School and I am a teacher at Mr. Ma."

He Xiangdong smiled and said sincerely: "Then you have to call me uncle."

"Ah?" Hong Xiaohe was stunned.

...

It was the first time that Hong Xiaohe, He Xiangdong saw him, and he was not familiar with him. In terms of business, he could only let him go on stage to try it out, try it out, and see how good this person is.

He Xiangdong also found him a job as a test work. Guan Hong is also a big fat man. Guan Hong has no fixed partner yet. He is always on the field and asks these two to play a game. If it is suitable, he will match it first.

After Hong Xiaohe and Guan Hong met, they found a place to go to work together and they still need to use the performance to perform at night.

In addition, there is another little guy going to play in this game tonight, Gao Ganglong. The kid is finally going to play. However, it is not about crosstalk, but about singing a quick-pitched song at the opening.

He has been studying in the literary club for two years before he can have a chance to play. The child's face turned nervous and red, looking forward, nervous, anxious and anxious.

It is fake to say that he is not in a hurry. Chen Bo, who came with him, can already play crosstalk, but this is the first time he has been on the court, but it is in vain. He Xiangdong doesn't nod and he can't get on.

It’s fake to say that you are not afraid. Who is not nervous for the first time on stage? It’s not that everyone is a pervert like He Xiangdong.

Anyway, no matter what, Xiao Gao's first performance has finally come.
Chapter completed!