He Xiangdong will be interviewing students carefully in the next few days. The study club is the reserve talent base of Xiang Wenshe. This is related to the future development of Xiang Wenshe, and even a century-long plan, but it is not easy to be careless.

He Xiangdong originally planned to recruit more than a dozen students to take the course, but there were too many people coming to register. With such a huge base, he could always pick out a few little guys with good talent. Even if he picked one in a hundred, he could pick out dozens of them.

Some little guys are really talented, and even He Xiangdong couldn't help but love talents when he saw them. He really was reluctant to give up these little guys, so the number of people he set was increasing, which exceeded his original budget.

Finally, if you count carefully, there are already twenty-seven people. For modern school teaching, twenty-seven people are not enough for one class, but for traditional art and art, this number is enough.

One disciple has one teaching method, and these twenty-seven people must have twenty-seven teaching methods, which must be tailor-made for everyone.

What kind of style is suitable for this person, what should he pay attention to when he shakes his jokes? When he makes this job, what should he take, what burdens he can use, and what burdens he cannot use...

Knowledge can be taught in large classes, but when it comes to meticulous things, you have to teach them step by step, which is not careless at all.

On the day Fang Wenqi studied social science and technology for crosstalk, He Xiangdong felt very moved. He did not invite the media to interview. Even some media outlets asked for an interview, but he still declined.

This is the future of Xiangwen Society, and it can even be said to be the future of the crosstalk world. He Xiangdong plans to build the study society into a rich and connected person in the crosstalk world, and also wants to build this place into a holy place in the crosstalk world. At this moment, he just wants to stay quietly with these hopes of the future of the crosstalk world, not wanting to be disturbed by the outside world.

Downstairs, in front of the stone tablet.

The stone tablet is engraved with Fu Liancheng's teachings, and now it is also the teachings of Xiang Wenshe.

The young man of twenty-seven stood in a row, some looking at He Xiangdong curiously, and some looking at the words on the stone tablet.

He Xiangdong stood in front of the stone tablet, and looked at everyone present with a gentle smile: "You have seen this stone tablet. Does anyone know what the stone tablet has?"

Everyone in the audience was confused.

Tao Fangbai smiled confidently and said, "Teacher, I know."

He Xiangdong also smiled and said, "Then come and listen."

Tao Fangbai talked jokingly: "Teacher, this is the teaching of Fu Liancheng in the Peking Opera world. It is passed down to our disciples, and all students must listen to it with respect."

He Xiangdong nodded: "Yes, I am worthy of being a top student. This is Fu Liancheng's teachings. Where is Fu Liancheng? It is the holy land of the Peking Opera world. In the old society, countless famous Peking Opera artists came from Fu Liancheng. Fu Liancheng opened the eight-science teachings and cultivated countless big stars."

He Xiangdong's voice gradually became firmer, and the light in his eyes became more and more prosperous: "Now our Fang Wenqi Crosstalk Study Club has put Fu Liancheng's teachings here. The purpose is very clear. We are to be Fu Liancheng in the crosstalk world. Fu Liancheng has opened eight subjects, and we have also opened eight subjects. And you are the big clubs we are going to cultivate, the loud big clubs, you are the hope for the future of the crosstalk world."

As soon as these words were said, the young men standing were greatly impacted and their scalp was a little numb.

Because as far as they are concerned, they are actually losers and unpromising people in the eyes of their parents and relatives. Most of these people are young men in their fifteen or sixteen years old. Anyone who can get into high school will also go to school, so why bother to learn the arts?

Their parents sent them to Xiangwenshe because they were afraid that they would learn bad things outside, so they would at least not learn bad things here, and they would also provide food and accommodation. They didn’t expect them to learn much skills. They would stay there for two years first, and then go out to work and make money after they become adults. This is their fate.

But He Xiangdong now says that they will become big stars in the future, and that they are the future hopes of the crosstalk world.

When have they been valued so much by the losers in the eyes of their parents and relatives? Most of them are young men who have just graduated from junior high school and have not yet matured their minds. After being motivated by He Xiangdong's words, these people were all excited.

Even Tao Fangbai couldn't help but feel excited in his heart, saving crosstalk from the decline, and working hard during the trough of folk art to create a bright future for crosstalk. This is much more interesting than being a lawyer.

He Xiangdong looked at everyone again, his eyes were strong and his voice was even louder: "My study club is not a den of a dragon's pond or a gangster's nest. It is very hard to learn art. I can tell you in advance that this kind of suffering is several times that of you when you were studying in school, or even dozens of times. If you can't bear it and want to leave, I will never stop you."

"But after leaving, you will never get in here again, and your chance to change your destiny will be gone. Do you want to go back and continue to be the waste in the eyes of relatives and friends, or do you want to stay here, study your skills seriously, finish your hard work, and return brightly when you become famous, so that they can take a good look at your achievements. You can choose these two for yourself."

More than 20 young men in the audience were breathing heavily.

"If we don't leave, I don't want to go back and be ridiculed again." Someone shouted loudly, and the veins on his neck were rising.

"I won't leave either. I don't believe I will be worse than those who get into high school."

"I won't leave either."

"I don't leave either. I just endure hardships. I don't feel it hard to work at home every day. I'm not afraid."

"I won't leave."

...

On the second floor, the two old men, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, were watching He Xiangdong's speech, and both old men showed smiles on their faces.

Fan Wenquan squinted his eyes, his face full of gratitude: "A new era has begun, isn't it?"

Zhang Wenhai also nodded: "Yes, as a witness and promoter of this new era, are you proud, Lao Fan?"

"Hahaha..." Fan Wenquan laughed happily, with dazzling brilliance bursting in his eyes. "Pride, I have always been very proud because I always believe that we can do what we can do, and we really did it."

...

On the day the study club officially opened, a lonely figure was wandering around Beijing. This person was Bai Dingtang. He was hunched over and his right hand was touching his stomach. He hadn't eaten for two days and was so hungry that he was dizzy.

He ran out of his home and brought more than 300 yuan in his pocket. He originally wanted to get into the seminar, so he didn't have to worry about eating. He could also give an explanation to his family and learn skills well in Beijing.

But now he has not passed the exam and has spent all the money in his pocket. However, the young man's strange self-esteem made him look embarrassed to ask for money from his parents, and he always feels embarrassed.

I thought to myself that I had to find a job in Beijing as soon as possible. I was all adults and I had to be able to support myself. After finding a job, I called my home so that they could rest assured.

But I had no penny in my pocket, no place to live, no food, and no job to find. What should I do? I can't starve to death on the street.

It was evening again in a blink of an eye. Bai Dingtang was so hungry that he was dizzy and had no strength at all.

At this time, Bai Dingtang, whose head was dizzy, felt someone kicking him. He looked back and saw a man with a black face and a sign with a flashing neon lights - the Flowers and Dance Hall.
Chapter completed!