After leaving the store, the fat man was still asking, "Dongzi, why did you give them all the money?"

He Xiangdong smiled provocatively and said, "Didn't it mean that people with ability don't have money to eat? I'll let them see what a capable person means tomorrow. If they don't make their store take off, I'll take their surname."

The little fat man was still a little worried and asked, "Ah, will this be bad? What should they do if they take revenge on you?"

He Xiangdong shrugged and said, "Revenge? They said they had to depend on their ability, and they had the nerve to say revenge. Besides, I'm not afraid. There are dozens of people in our theater, and I'm still afraid of him? Alas, do you know that there are business called Wusheng in Peking Opera, which is the kind that can turn dozens of bad luck in their tone. There are ones in our theater, and it won't scare him to death."

The little fat man was still a little worried, and this child was used to being honest.

The theater is not far from here. You can get there after a few streets. At the door, you can still see audiences selling tickets. They saw He Xiangdong coming and saying hello loudly.

This greatly satisfied He Xiangdong's little vanity. He even forgot about his unhappiness in the hotel. He greeted the audience and introduced the fat man around him to everyone, saying that this is the fat man who can guarantee that I can be worried about for a hundred years, which made the audience laugh.

The little fat man's face was flushed. He had never been watched by so many people before, so he was very embarrassed.

He Xiangdong bowed and said, "You guys buy tickets first. I'll go to the backstage to prepare. Let's see you later. The first show is mine."

The audience was kind and said yes loudly.

He Xiangdong pulled the little fat man into the backstage with a smile on his face. The little fat man was still marveling: "Dongzi, it turns out that you are so powerful. They are all here to listen to your crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong said proudly: "That's right, you didn't see that scene. Hundreds of thousands of people in the audience were calling He Xiangdong. We admire you so much, you didn't see it."

The little fat man said in surprise: "Can you put down hundreds of thousands of people here?"

He Xiangdong sighed: "You are no longer the simple big stone you used to be, alas."

The little fat man was confused.

After entering the backstage, He Xiangdong showed a strange atmosphere. The backstage was very quiet and silent. Several of the leaders sat on the stool and were quietly sitting. Lin Zhengjun, Bai Fengshan and Yang San even smoked cigarettes, and the white smoke could not cover up their sorrows.

He Xiangdong felt deep in his heart. What happened? He walked to his master and asked softly: "Master, what's wrong with this?"

Fang Wenqi looked at his apprentice, touched his little head, smiled and said nothing, and saw the little fat man standing there again. He smiled and said, "Little fat man, have you come to Tianjin too?"

Fang Wenqi also knew this little fat man. When he was in the suburbs, he often came to He Xiangdong to play. Another time, the little fat man insisted on learning crosstalk with him.

The little fat man walked forward and shouted respectfully: "Hello Uncle Fang."

Fang Wenqi said: "Your dad is here too. He was here just now. Now he should be shopping in the theater. Let's go and search for it."

A young man ran out in the backstage. Shi Laosan was soon found, and Shi Laosan, who had not seen him for some days, was still energetic. When the fat man saw his father, he hurried over.

He Xiangdong also called Uncle Shi and said hello.

Shi Laosan looked around the backstage and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, you guys are busy first. I will bring this child back first, so I won't cause trouble for you."

The little fat man was unhappy: "No, Dad, let's listen to crosstalk here tonight, Dongzi will perform at night, let's listen to it here."

Shi Laosan said: "You come to Dongzi to play tomorrow. Go back with me tonight and don't cause trouble for others."

The little fat man is still a little reluctant: "Dad"

Shi Laosan raised his face and said, "Assuming."

He Xiangdong also saw that the atmosphere in the backstage was not right, so he quickly said to the fat man: "Dashitou, come and play with me tomorrow. Anyway, you will go home tomorrow."

Hearing He Xiangdong said so, the little fat man could only respond: "Okay."

Shi Laosan held the little fat man's hand, said goodbye to Fang Wenqi and Lin Zhengjun, and left.

After the two fathers and sons left, He Xiangdong asked his master again: "Master, is there something wrong with him?"

Fang Wenqi sighed, and there was a lot of sorrow on his old face: "Dongzi, you should stop performing from tonight."

He Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, and reacted and asked in surprise: "Why?"

Fang Wenqi sighed silently, without an answer.

It was still what Yang San said. He sucked a sip of cigarette hard, then spit out from his nose, and said, "After you left, someone from the cultural department came, saying that we used child labor and we would not let you perform."

He Xiangdong said angrily: "What does it have to do with them? I say that crosstalk has something to do with them. What kind of child laborers are not children? How many seniors don't appear on stage at the age of seven or eight? How many children are there singing on TV? Why don't you care?"

"Okay." Fang Wenqi pulled He Xiangdong to his side and said, "Dongzi, don't go on stage in the next few days. Let's wait a few days, and wait until we solve this beforehand."

Although He Xiangdong was still very angry, he was not a child who didn't understand anything after all. He had experienced some things with his master over the years, which also made him mature as his peers. He knew that it was not the time for him to be a little bitch, so he was sulking next to him.

Bai Fengshan also said to Lin Zhengjun: "Lao Lin, didn't you say you have a friendship with the people there? Why is this happening?"

Lin Zhengjun smiled bitterly. Although he is not a theater actor, he is actually the busiest person in the entire theater. He is responsible for everything inside and outside the venue, and he is doing all the procurement of various materials in the venue, the arrangements of actors, and the reporting work.

Off the venue, the rental of the venue, the electricity bills, including the promotion of the audience, and the actors who arranged to perform in the show, of course, they were inevitably in touch with the people above. In the past month, their theaters were very popular, and they had a lot of funds. They had more contact with the people above, but who knew that such a thing would happen.

Lin Zhengjun smashed the cigarette butt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "I've also asked people. They told me that someone reported that we used child labor in the theater, and were talking about pornographic content."

Everyone was silent, but this was really true. Those who performed comedy programs in small theaters, including crosstalk, duoji, etc., were basically the kind of pornographic jokes flying all over the sky, and the audience also liked to watch them.

Not only now, until many years later, no matter how long the small theater has been performing, there are people sitting at the entrance of the theater. It seems that the person who is checking comes, and immediately goes in to inform the news. He makes a gesture at the door and understands it. The actor immediately changes a joke, and he has to say it in a low voice if he doesn't have time.

Yang San asked in a deep voice: "Who reported us?"

Lin Zhengjun smiled bitterly and said, "Who else? Our theater is so popular, some people are jealous and think we are stealing other people's business."

Everyone's faces were very gloomy and they were in a bad mood.

Bai Fengshan asked, "Lao Lin, what should I do now?"

Lin Zhengjun said: "Oh, let Dongzi stop the performance for a while first, and I will go to the top to clear it. Fortunately, the accounting period was all written to Mr. Fang during this period. If Dongzi was really written, it would be hard to explain."
Chapter completed!