The audience is crazy, the actors are crazy, and the theater is crazy.

It was not until very late that the audience left reluctantly.

The actors in the backstage of the theater also went home to rest, which was too tired.

The next morning, He Xiangdong still got up early. No matter how tired he was in the first day, he slept late, but he was still full of energy when he woke up the next day. He found an open space where no one was doing and started to practice early skills. The more he practiced his skills, he would never waste his days.

Fang Wenqi got up a little late. After all, he was old and his body recovered slowly. He also practiced premature skills for a while before he started having breakfast with He Xiangdong.

The breakfast was also very brief, just two steamed buns and two bowls of white porridge. They were not particularly generous, so they just made do with it.

The two men were not idle in the morning, and they were practicing martial arts and working together. Fang Wenqi also had a single string, he pulled the string, He Xiangdong sang opera, and the Beijing-Ping Yue Huangbang. The two men sang a duet, with a leisurely voice, and a clear and steady boy voice. When combined, they were opposite and harmonious, which was very nice.

Even their landlord and the retired old man brought a chair over. Listening to the two of them sing operas, the second listened to the second listened to the two of them. He heard that the two of them were talking crosstalk at Liancheng Club, and he insisted on going to watch it at night. Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong were naturally happy and there were many audiences.

After singing the opera, He Xiangdong and Fang Wenqi began to have a conversation. There are several good things to be matched in advance, and some of the burdens should be changed, and they will also be used to perform on stage in the future.

That's right, it's afternoon. There are performances in the theater in the afternoon, but they don't say crosstalk, but the Peking Opera team is performing.

This point was also proposed by Fang Wenqi. He said that before their fame was established, they only performed at night. There were more audiences at night than during the day. Secondly, it was easier to gather audiences on time and on time. When the angle was formed, they would perform in the afternoon to divert the audience.

Lin Zhengjun and Bai Fengshan agreed with this point of view, so their previous publicity was to let the audience have crosstalk again the next night.

When it was almost evening, Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong went to Liancheng Folk Art Club. As soon as they entered the door, Lin Zhengjun arrived.

When Lin Zhengjun saw the two men, he immediately scolded him: "Oh, I said two uncles, you are so calm, why did you come so late?"

He Xiangdong also wondered: "Didn't we have a performance in the evening? We came very early."

Fang Wenqi also looked at Lin Zhengjun with some confusion.

Lin Zhengjun was almost crazy and said incrediblely: "You two aren't nervous. It's almost evening. What if no one comes to see you? Are you a little worried?"

He Xiangdong asked back: "Why are you worried?"

Fang Wenqi also said: "What's there to worry about?"

Lin Zhengjun suddenly looked up to the two high mountains and was really calm: "No, I said you two are really so sure. There were only a dozen spectators this afternoon. Just like usual, this night, this."

He Xiangdong suddenly smiled, and the child squeezed his bad face and said, "I'm just an apprentice. I don't care anyway, so I don't care."

Fang Wenqi said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, I can get the money for your master."

“Not much.”

Fang Wenqi nodded and said, "Yes."

Seeing that the master and apprentice were still interested in joking, Lin Zhengjun was convinced. He was not in the mood to argue with them anymore, so he hurried to the front desk to work hard. He had to see how many people came here.

After entering the backstage, He Xiangdong saw Bai Fengshan relying on the door frame to smoke. This man is an opera singer. In order to protect his voice, he rarely smokes and drinks. This time he made a rare exception. It seems that he is still very uneasy.

However, Bai Fengshan was more calm than Lin Zhengjun. He just greeted Master Fang Wenqi and his disciples, and then continued to lean against the door and smoke.

Lin Zhengjun was busy and ran in a row in the front and backstage.

"It's dark, 8 people are coming."

"My God, I won't be smashed tonight."

"Hey, I'm here, four people."

"Haha, two more."

"Why is there no one again? More than ten minutes have passed."

The front and backstage were filled with the sounds of Lin Zhengjun's rumblings, and his manager was really going crazy.

In the end, Bai Fengshan and Fang Wenqi, who were so annoyed, forced Lin Zhengjun to the backstage, and then asked the girl who sold the tickets to wait until the opening ceremony, and told them how many tickets they had sold. They were really frustrated by Lin Zhengjun's real-time ticket reporting.

It was not until dark that in the end, the crosstalk actor Yang San arrived late. The old man was even more calm and Lin Zhengjun had no intention of talking about him.

The most heavyweight actor in the entire backstage sat on a small bench and formed a circle, smoking, and the storm of smoke flooded everyone's expressions. Only Lin Zhengjun looked at his watch from time to time and waited anxiously.

Others in the background were also busy changing clothes and putting on makeup, but no one dared to make a sound.

Yi was not until 5:50, and there was another yi minute to start the game. Lin Zhengjun looked up and said, "The game will start in ten minutes."

The few people were so anxious that they nodded. Whether they could achieve success depends on how many audiences they came tonight. As long as they were not less than last night, there would be hope. If so,

Bai Fengshan and Lin Zhengjun looked at each other and swept over Fang Wenqi, He Xiangdong, and Yang San. Their theater was actually almost impossible to maintain. If these three people could not revitalize the theater, then they would even close the city club.

The heavy atmosphere made He Xiangdong and Yang San feel a little deeper, and even their breathing was a little heavier. Only Fang Wenqi still closed his eyes slightly, looking very calm. It was Fang Wenqi's calmness that gave everyone great strength.

After a while, the girl selling tickets at the door came.

"Manager Lin, Boss Bai, Manager Lin" came early before the person arrived.

Lin Zhengjun suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the door. Bai Fengshan, Yang San and He Xiangdong couldn't sit still, so he quickly stood up and looked at the door anxiously, only Fang Wenqi was still as stable as Mount Tai.

The little girl rushed to the door immediately and panted: "Manager Linlin, I'm me."

Lin Zhengjun hurriedly said, "Don't worry, just breathe evenly and say, how many people have come?"

All the actors present were in their throats

"I" took a few deep breaths, and then said, "A lot of it has come."

Lin Zhengjun was anxious: "How many are there?"

The little girl said, "It's still ten left to sell it all."

"Wow" the scene was in an uproar. The theater was filled with almost a hundred people. They only came for more than 40 times yesterday, but today they even doubled more than once. They had never sold such tickets at their best before.

A big stone in Lin Zhengjun's heart immediately fell to the ground.

"Ah." The child He Xiangdong jumped up happily.

Fang Wenqi stood up calmly, with a faint smile on her old face, dusted her sleeves, put her hands behind her, and said lightly: "Start the performance."

Then he got up and walked away, and He Xiangdong and Yang San quickly followed.

Bai Fengshan and Lin Zhengjun looked at Fang Wenqi's departure back, and the man's words echoed in their ears that day: "As long as they are willing to come, I will be sure to keep them all."

He did it, and did it better.
Chapter completed!