He Xiangdong also has a show for the performance tonight, and he is the one who can save it at the end. Chen Jun and the third one have a show that is second, and they are the finale.

The so-called finale is not the last show, but the second to last. The last show is called the bottom-sum, so the finale is the last big axis.

The finale, the saying of Big Scroll comes from Liyuanxing. In the past, Liyuanxing wrote all the operas to be sung on a piece of paper and rolled them up, like a scroll. The last play is the most exciting and largest, so it is called Big Scroll.

The finale of the inverted two is to press on the large shaft, laying the foundation for the final bottom, which means this.

Chen Jun is also famous now and is also a little player of Xiangwenshe. Now he can be the finale for He Xiangdong, which is enough to show that this kid is quite good.

His parents also knew that their children were promising. During the Chinese New Year this year, Chen Jun returned home, and his parents asked him to bring a lot of their own bacon and sausages to He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong was also quite moved. He still remembered Chen Jun's honest parents who brought their children to Beijing to seek art. They looked cautious and unable to give up. They felt sorry for their parents. Chen Jun can make money by speaking crosstalk now, so his parents don't have to work so hard.

There is a saying in the crosstalk industry that the apprenticeship has been a two-year apprenticeship. During the apprenticeship, the master is responsible for all food and clothing supply. When the child becomes a master with his skills, he will give the master the money he earns in the first two years.

In theory, Chen Jun should not take money now, including his partner, Zheng Dayu. But He Xiangdong never cares about these things with them, and he didn't want to make money from his apprentice. He couldn't make money, but he still cared about these three melons and two dates?

Although Chen Jun and Zheng Dayu were talking crosstalk to Wenshe, it seemed that they were working for He Xiangdong, but in fact, He Xiangdong was supporting them.

The big horns in the Liyuan Store are all called bosses, such as Mei Lan Fangmei and Boss Ma Lianliangma. Why are they called bosses? This is the same as the boss of a company. In their opera troupe, these people have to point at these big horns to sell tickets. They can only have a meal after selling tickets. They have to point at others to make money to eat, so they have to call them bosses.

The same is true for Xiang Wenshe. He Xiangdong is the corner, and dozens of people in Xiang Wenshe pointed at He Xiangdong for dinner.

Although Chen Jun is pretty good now, if you let him go, he can only have enough food and clothing, so how can he be as glorious as he is now?

He Xiangdong now takes his apprentice, commercial performances, small theaters, shows, and movies with him. This is to support his apprentice. For example, He Xiangdong didn't get a penny for the announcement fee given to Chen Jun on the show, and Chen Jun himself took it.

If we look at modern business, Xiang Wenshe is actually an agency, and Chen Jun is just He Xiangdong's artist. Whose agency doesn't share money with artists? He has spent so many resources in vain?

So He Xiangdong is supporting his apprentice, and he doesn't care about this little money at all.

The crosstalk performance tonight was over, and a group of people went to the restaurant next to her for dinner. For the artists, this meal after the performance tonight was a serious meal.

The others were out, and He Xiangdong asked them to leave first, and he packed it up before going over. He Xiangdong took off his gown in the backstage, folded it, put it in a bag, and then carried it out.

He didn't walk on the main street of Dashilan, and there was a small alley next to it. This was a community in the past, all of which were old-fashioned houses. A little later it was Tiananmen Square.

He Xiangdong walked into the alley, which was right behind Deqing Tower, next to it, and this was also a way out, but a small road.

He Xiangdong saw a huge figure squatting not far away without walking. He Xiangdong shook his head and walked over.

"What are you doing squatting here?" He Xiangdong walked over and said.

Gao Ganglong, who was squatting on the ground, still lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

He Xiangdong looked around and found a stone pier beside him. He walked over, brushed his hand a few times, sat up, and put the bag on his hand at his feet: "You silly kid, you don't even sit on the stone pier beside him, so you like to squat?"

Gao Ganglong was still squatting on the ground, lowering his head, and not daring to say a word.

He Xiangdong looked up at the horizon. It was still early spring, and Beijing was still cold. There was no cloud in the sky. When the cold wind blew, the moon in the horizon seemed very cold.

"Oh..." He Xiangdong sighed lightly.

Hearing He Xiangdong sigh, Gao Ganglong felt even more uncomfortable, as if he was stabbed by a needle. He choked and said, "Master...Master... You might as well fire me, I really won't."

He Xiangdong looked down at him and asked, "Do you really not? Where do you know how to do that part of the slogan?"

"I..." Gao Ganglong choked. He had already memorized the quick-pacedness very well, but he still forgot his entire life when he got on stage.

Gao Gangkong shook his head helplessly, and his tears were about to fall back, and he said with great grievance: "I heard what my senior brother said. He told you to drive me away, and he also said that I am not in this industry. I may really not be able to speak crosstalk. Chen Bo can go on stage and say it, but I still know nothing."

He Xiangdong was slightly stunned and asked, "Did you hear that day?"

"Yes." Gao Ganglong responded in his throat.

He Xiangdong let out a breath, walked over and patted Gao Ganglong's head, and said, "In my opinion, there are only two types of people in this world, one who can speak crosstalk, and the other who cannot speak crosstalk."

Gao Gang's short position is even more powerful. Needless to say, he must be the latter.

He Xiangdong said: "As for you, you can speak crosstalk, but you haven't gotten it yet. Your Master Fan is very optimistic about you and said that you will be the most promising disciple among my apprentices in the future."

Hearing this, Gao Gangkong suddenly looked up and stared at He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong looked at Gao Ganglong's snot and tears, and he was almost disgusted to death: "Oh, okay, okay, wipe it quickly, what do you look like?"

Gao Ganglong rubbed his sleeves on his face a few times, and couldn't wait to ask, "Master, how can you get it?"

He also asked Fan Wenquan about this question, but Fan Wenquan did not give him an answer.

He Xiangdong thought for a while and said, "There are many kinds of enlightenment. Some people are born to be enlightened. For example, I can learn everything from elementary school. There are early learning and late learning. For example, your master, he is quite slow, and he only opens the enlightenment from elementary school to big. There is no other way to get enlightenment, so you can only practice hard. When your efforts are enough, you will naturally be enlightened."

"Try hard?" Gao Ganglong was a little confused.

He Xiangdong nodded: "That's right, it's just hard work. God is very fair. Your efforts must be proportional to your rewards, so have you really worked hard?"

Gao Ganglong looked up and found that his master's sharp eyes were like a knife, which made him feel uncomfortable in his heart, and his face couldn't help but look ashamed.

He Xiangdong stared at Gao Ganglong's eyes: "So have you really worked hard? You saw that Chen Bo, who came with you, came on stage to perform crosstalk, you saw that Xiaolong and Xiaohu were learning very quickly, so you were anxious, you were impetuous, you couldn't wait to prove yourself, you couldn't wait to play."

Gao Ganglong lowered his head again, this time because he was embarrassed, because every word He Xiangdong said touched his mind.

He Xiangdong said: "It is a good thing to want to play. No actor doesn't want to play. But one minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage. How much have you paid on stage? You may think you have worked hard enough, but are your efforts really enough?"

Gao Ganglong could not refute and lowered his head and said nothing.

He Xiangdong's eyes were filled with a little coldness: "My talent is better than you little guys, and you may not be able to compare with me if you tied it together; but it's your turn to work hard, none of you can compare with me. You never have to be crazy and won't survive. You don't study hard like a madman, why do you stand out?"

In the last sentence, He Xiangdong said it very seriously.
Chapter completed!