He Xiangdong was almost running back to the theater with a storm. This child is so fond of trouble.

Not long after he arrived at the backstage of the theater, Lin Zhengjun was helped in. His face was flushed, his steps were floating, and his alcoholic smell was so strong that his eyes were straightened.

The person who came helped Lin Zhengjun in, put it on a big chair, poured a cup of hot water, and the actors were all in the backstage.

Bai Fengshan said: "Oh, Lao Lin, how much have you drunk?"

Lin Zhengjun said drunk and said with his tongue: "If there are not many, only three bottles of white, haha."

Bai Fengshan frowned and said, "Why do you drink so much?"

Lin Zhengjun laughed: "You don't know those grandchildren, and even if you don't drink, you won't be able to do anything for you."

Everyone looked at each other, and there was a helpless look in their eyes.

Bai Fengshan asked again: "Have all the matter been resolved?"

Lin Zhengjun patted his chest and said in a rough voice: "I, Old Lin, can there be no problem that cannot be solved. They said that Dongzi would be relieved for a few days first and would be on stage next week. Remember to hide when you encounter someone who comes to check in the future, and you can't pay."

"Very good."

Everyone was excited, and He Xiangdong was also surprised.

Fang Wenqi came over and patted He Xiangdong's little head and said, "Thank you, Uncle Lin, why don't you hurry up."

He Xiangdong also bowed respectfully to Lin Zhengjun and said sincerely: "Thank you, Uncle Lin, you have been so worried."

Lin Zhengjun waved his hand and said, "Dongzi, you don't have to thank me. You are the big corner of our theater. We are still pointing at you for dinner. If you don't go on stage, we will go hungry."

Everyone nodded. Although He Xiangdong is young, he is indeed a big shot. Most of the audience came for this child. They could sell tickets by placing their names. Isn’t this just pointing at people for dinner?

He Xiangdong scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "This is all the praises from the audience. My master and uncle held me and said, "I can't do it alone. I'll prepare well in the past two days. When I go on stage, I will definitely take out a good job that can sell meat, a good job that can sell meat."

Fang Wenqi said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, you are not old yet, and the law does not allow you to sell meat."

Yang San hurriedly retorted: "You can't sell meat at any age."

Everyone laughed. These crosstalk-talking actors were all funny and easy-going, without any stunning airs. Other actors in the theater respected them very much.

Yang San asked Lin Zhengjun again: "Old Lin, have you found out which mixed ball player reported us?"

After hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to Lin Zhengjun, and their eyes became serious.

Lin Zhengjun nodded and said, "I found out that it was the grandsons of Fenghua Club who did it."

Bai Fengshanyi clapped his hands and said angrily: "I just knew it was those grandchildren. Other theaters were a little far away from us, but he was close to us. This is jealous that we are prosperous now."

Fenghua Club is a yi family folk art club. The performances are quite complicated, including storytellers, drums, pendants, quick-pitched people, and Beijing Qinshu. They are the real yi family folk art clubs. Unlike Liancheng, although Liancheng Club is called Quyi, it was mainly opera before.

If you say that these two companies are quite close, they were not as good as the main businesses, and there was no conflict between them. Moreover, the business of Fenghua Club is much better than that of Liancheng.

Since He Xiangdong's three crosstalks came, they have completely brought Liancheng to great success, especially when they can sell extra seat tickets at night, which made Fenghua red, thinking that Liancheng had robbed their business. Fenghua's boss reported the people in anger. Alas, wealth is moving, and the peers are fighting each other.

Yang San said angrily: "These grandsons are so rude that they are not capable of being so capable. They are capable of challenging them. Even if they lose, I will look down on them. It is shameless to play such tricks now."

Fang Wenqi's face was also very gloomy. He was a very old-fashioned artist and was very powerful. Fenghua Club did this to break the old rules. If you have any objections to the Yi family, you can go to the door to smash the kilns or find the other party to come out to compete with each other. No one will have any objections. Some older generations will be intermediaries to mediate.

But secretly report that this kind of trick can't be operated. This kind of trick to cut off people's life was not allowed before. If you use it, you will not be able to survive in this industry and will be rejected by everyone. But now this rule no longer exists. It is hard to say whether the Fenghua Club knows that there are such rules.

Lin Zhengjun shook his head and said, "I remember Fenghua's grandsons. He dared to play tricks with me, and he didn't ask who I, Lao Lin, was. I was the ancestor of my foolish tricks, and he was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was

Fang Wenqi opened his mouth and did not say anything persuasion. The head of the hole has its responsibility. If something happens in the theater, the hole has to be solved. Since the other party broke the rules first, there is nothing to say on his side, so let Lin Zhengjun deal with it.

That night, the matter was resolved, and everyone felt a little relaxed. It was another big show of the evening, and the audience responded very well.

He Xiangdong was helping in the backstage, and also took care of the drunk Lin Zhengjun. When Lin Zhengjun's wife came, he handed over the person before he relaxed for a while.

After the show ended, I went home with my master. The next morning I was still practicing qigong and talking about life. Crosstalk is like this. I need to be constantly honed on and off the stage to become a talent. No matter how good the talent is, I can’t be able to be without honed.

In the afternoon, Fang Wenqi also took He Xiangdong to the theater. He ran to the Dingfeng Restaurant after he was idle and had nothing to do. This child was not afraid of death.

When he was familiar with the door, He Xiangdong stood across the road. He didn't dare to go in, so he shouted from afar: "Old man, I'm here again."

The old man and the young man walked to the door to see. Now that it was time for dinner, there were no customers in the store. The young man looked at the old man and then turned to the kitchen to work.

The old man smiled and waved to He Xiangdong, "Child, come here quickly."

He Xiangdong said: "I can't go there. I broke your business last night. What should I do if I go over and beat me up?"

The old man smiled and said, "I forgot the rules in our store. People with abilities don't have money to eat. After these tests on you, you are indeed a capable person. As long as you come to me, you won't have money to eat."

When he heard that eating was not expensive, He Xiangdong immediately drooled: "Old man, don't lie to me. What should I do if I beat me up? I can't escape."

The old man shook his head and smiled, "You kid is smart. Come on, don't go anywhere else in the store. Besides, if I beat you up, you can find your adults. I'll be a bad old man, what else can you do to you."

He Xiangdong thought about the dozens of people in the theater, and he felt at the time. He walked and said, "Don't do anything randomly. There are dozens of people in our family. If you start fighting, you are no match for it."

The old man nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!