Yang San bowed to the audience, smiled and said, "Next, I will tell you all about storytelling, the first reply of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, you all have praised it."

"Okay" the audience applauded with face. Yang San's stand-up mouth was very popular in the theater. Some of the audience who were so sensible that they even kept peeing and didn't dare to go to the bathroom, for fear that they would miss something, which shows that Yang San's kung fu is already doing.

Yang San bowed to the audience, then sat down, picked up the awakened wood on the table with his right hand, suppressed the speech, and said: "The Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, killed the snake and rebelled, established a foundation and established a career, and pacified the world. The throne was passed to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and Emperor Huan Liu Zhi ascended the throne. Liu Zhi was very young and was the dictatorship of the foreign relatives at that time."

"What do foreign relatives do? They are the relatives of the emperor. The royal relatives, that is, the empress, the empress and the empress dowager's family. These people are very powerful and no one can afford to offend them. Later, when the emperor grew up, he wanted to rely on the eunuchs around him to attack these foreign relatives."

Yang San started writing now. His storytelling style is a free and easy approach and is very lively. Most storytelling artists who follow this style have extensive knowledge, experience in insight into the world, and have bright reactions. They are good at improvising, analyzing the truth, and criticizing current problems.

The words are humorous, subtle, cold and versatile, flexible and changeable, with many burdens, not loud and non-standard and uneven. There are also burdens in storytelling, but they are usually not as loud as crosstalk, but are consciously laughing.

In addition, this type of people are usually good at "off-site books" and "currently banned". Many crosstalk artists take this path. Their characteristics are "when they are on the spot, they can pick them up, laugh, scold, and swear", which is very popular.

He Xiangdong looked at the corner of the entrance door with relish. Uncle Yang San said it was indeed good, but two people stood up in the audience. Yang San naturally saw it, but he didn't care about that much. It was normal for the audience to get up and walk around.

He continued, "But Emperor Ling, he is more favored to these ten people. He respectfully called Zhang Ran A's father, just like his father. He appointed Jian Shuo as the general and appointed those few people as marquis. Wow, these ten regular attendants were even more unscrupulous and rampant.

At that time, they were in chaos and the people were living in poverty. This was really because officials forced the people to rebel, and farmers everywhere revolted one after another. The uprising army used the yellow turban to wrap their heads."

But the two walked onto the stage. Yang San's storytelling voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the two men in surprise.

Among them, there was a black-faced middle-aged man with a wretched face. He smiled coldly at Yang San, picked up the towel on the table and covered the awakening wood with his hand, then placed the fan horizontally and pressed it on the top. Then, he didn't say anything, and looked at Yang San coldly.

Yang San's heart was shocked at that time. The person who came was not kind. He Xiangdong, who was entering the venue, saw the placement of the things on the table, and his face changed at that time.

The audience was also a little messy.

"What's this for?"

"How did these two men get up?"

"Why don't you talk about books?"

All kinds of whispers began to sound.

Yang San stood up and bowed and asked, "Didn't you ask?"

The man with a wicked face said with a smile: "I am Xiafeng Jiushan, under the Storieshu."

Another slightly fat middle-aged man who came with him also took action and looked very serious: "Yang Mingzi is also a disciple of Storytelling."

Yang San frowned and asked, "I wonder what the two of you are here for?

Feng Jiushan asked, "I wonder which storyteller you have knocked on? Who allowed you to eat with us from the Storyteller?"

Yang San's face changed slightly, and he thought badly, and the pandao was coming.

He Xiangdong, who was entering the venue, also changed his face. He knew in his heart that these people came to smash the kiln, and he did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly ran to the backstage, and wanted to tell his master the news.

Fang Wenqi didn't dare to rest after knowing it. He and Bai Fengshan, Lin Zhengjun and other heads, hurriedly ran to the stage.

Lin Zhengjun ran the fastest, and he was responsible for handling all the internal affairs and foreign affairs in the theater. Now that someone is coming to smash the kiln, he has to go and take a look. As soon as he arrived on the stage, he recognized the two people, and the anxiety instantly turned into anger. A few words popped up from his teeth: "Feng Jiushan, Yang Mingzi? Fenghua's man?"

Bai Fengshan's face was not good at that time, and he also recognized these two people.

Fang Wenqi and Yang San looked at each other. Yang San shook his head at him, saying that there was no conflict, and he felt a little relieved.

Feng Jiushan bowed to Lin Zhengjun and smiled and said, "Long time no see, Manager Lin."

Lin Zhengjun said angrily: "You Fenghua people came to us today to smash the situation?"

A clear voice came from the audience: "You can't say that, Boss Lin."

Everyone looked back and saw a middle-aged man wearing a suit and a middle-parted hair stood up in the audience, and he also strided towards the stage.

Lin Zhengjun stared at the person coming, and he figured it out. Today, the people from Fenghua Club came to smash the situation, and even Fenghua's boss Liu Fenghua came in person.

There were more and more people on the stage, and more and more messy, but some of the audience below were unhappy, and some were shouting.

"Is this still the actor still there? What's this?"

"We all spent money to buy tickets, can't you do this?"

"What a mess? Who are those people? Why don't you come down quickly?"

Seeing that the audience was about to be in chaos, Fang Wenqi did not dare to be vague. He quickly walked to the front of the stage and bowed: "Everyone, everyone, we have a temporary minor accident on the stage, we will be able to handle it immediately. Please forgive me, please."

He bowed repeatedly to apologize, and the audience settled down a little, watching the changes on the stage.

Lin Zhengjun looked at the audience who had settled down and felt a little relieved. He stared at Liu Fenghua coldly again and said angrily: "Liu Fenghua, you have done too much to lead someone to break the venue during our performance."

Liu Fenghua laughed: "Overall? You are spreading the haunted theater outside. Why don't our actors say you did it too much when the plague is causing the plague?"

He Xiangdong was stunned when he heard this. Lin Zhengjun said that he would use a trick to repay the other party, but he did not expect that this guy would be so harmful.

Lin Zhengjun was not afraid at all and asked, "Then why didn't you say anything when you report our place and use a trick?"

Liu Fenghua spread his hands and said, "Okay, we have a draw. Lin Zhengjun, it's not my Fenghua Club that is going to cause trouble for you Liancheng today, but our storyteller said that someone in your theater broke the rules, so it's not my business to tell me."

Everyone listened and focused their eyes on Yang San's face again.
Chapter completed!