Feng Jiushan looked at Yang San and asked again: "Which storyteller did you knock on the laoer?"

Yang San's face became ugly.

In the art world in the old society, there were rules. All artists had to become disciples and had to be included in the family tree of that industry. This is the credential for your future career. Otherwise, you would not be able to engage in this industry and your peers would not allow it.

To put it slightly academically, this is called the rules formulated to safeguard the common interests and closeness of the industry. Therefore, in the old society, the rules were very heavy. No matter whether you have a big or small figure, your seniority was superior to this. Those with higher seniority were slaughtering the younger generation, and the younger generation would not dare to move. This is the rule.

Those who have never been a disciple of Yang San are those who come out to perform their skills, which is a bit unpleasant to others. To put it bluntly, children who have no fathers run to their houses to grab things. When they meet their peers, you can't tell them about their masters. According to the rules, they can take away all the people you eat and take away all the money you earn today, and you can't say anything.

Of course, these are all old rules, which were slightly weakened after the Republic of China. After the founding of New China, this old rules no longer existed. Otherwise, Yang San would not have talked about the Three Kingdoms today. Take the current society as an example. If you call the police, they really dare to take away the folding fan awakening wood on the table in front of the police. This is impossible.

The bad luck is that these people actually came to choose this principle. Yang San is also an old artist who came from the old society. He understands this rule and is so embarrassed now.

Lin Zhengjun also knew the trick here, and he helped to help clear the situation: "What are you going to think of it as an old society? If you don't become a disciple, you won't let your skills be sold?"

Liu Fenghua also laughed there: "Of course not. It's all regular now. If you call the police, we will still be in trouble. But if you give me a message, as long as you admit that you have broken the rules, we will turn around and leave."

"Of course." Liu Fenghua looked at Lin Zhengjun and smiled, "If you don't admit that you break the rules, we will leave too."

Liu Fenghua's move was to retreat as he advanced, leaving everyone speechless.

Regardless of whether they admit to breaking the rules today or not, they will definitely have to talk nonsense when they go out. By then, the people in Liancheng Theater will not be able to hold on, especially Yang San, who is probably embarrassed to death.

Fang Wenqi's face was slightly dark, and he bowed his hand to Liu Fenghua and said, "Manager Liu, have you done too much?"

Liu Fenghua's attitude towards Fang Wenqi was still very kind. He smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, you are polite, I am not embarrassed by you. This is because our storyteller is dissatisfied. In this way, as long as you take your apprentice to our theater to perform crosstalk, it will be easy to talk about. Even what the city can give you, we can do it. There are all things today, and I will also hold a banquet in person to apologize to you."

Liu Fenghua did not invite Yang San, mainly because Yang San's stand-up is good at overlapping with their theater storytelling business. In addition, he offended others again today, so this is the only way.

Liu Fenghua's olive branch was thrown out, and everyone's hearts were raised, especially Bai Fengshan and Lin Zhengjun. They knew very well how their Liancheng was popular, but in terms of conditions, Fenghua was much stronger than their Liancheng's grass-roots team. Will Fang Wenqi agree?

Fang Wenqi shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Manager Liu, you have invited me twice, and I have refused twice, so why bother? I was popular in Liancheng. They chose to believe me in the most difficult time and gave me the greatest help. We must be conscientious. I can't kick all the old friends away just because I am famous now, right?"

After these words, everyone's hearts were warm, and Lin Zhengjun's eyes were red. They lived on others' lives, not on others' lives, but they could still do this, and they didn't even say this friendship.

He Xiangdong was also moved by his master. It was only now that he realized that Fenghua's people had already found his master several times.

"I don't know what you are good at." Liu Fenghua angrily threw down his words.

When Fang Wenqi and others became popular, he came to Fang Wenqi for the first time. It was the first time, but unfortunately he was rejected. But he didn't give up. He thought that Liancheng was popular by crosstalk, so their beauty could naturally be used as a reference.

Then he found two people who had studied crosstalk in the class of the Quyi Troupe but did not join the group to say crosstalk. As a result, no one was willing to listen. The two of them went on stage and were bombarded by the audience without saying a few words. He was furious.

In fact, he didn't think about how these two people who learned in the student class could not even get into professional groups, how could they compare with those like Fang Wenqi and Yang San who were already big shots before liberation?

After driving those two people away, Liu Fenghua came to find Fang Wenqi for the second time, but was rejected again. He was so angry that he reported Liancheng. He knew everything about it later.

He also saw the program list posted by Liancheng today. He found out clearly that Yang San had never been a disciple of the storyteller. He had no door, so he brought people to the door to smash the kiln.

Liu Fenghua glanced at everyone's eyes and smiled casually: "Don't look at me, today's matter has nothing to do with me, you can continue."

Feng Jiushan looked at Liu Fenghua, then walked to Yang San's table, and he said, "If you talk about your stand-up comedy today, I don't care about it, but if you talk about our storytelling and there is no teacher's portal, then I will take away your meal today. Of course, if you don't allow me to take it, I won't force it."

Yang San's face suddenly became darker, and he clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and his body was shaking slightly with anger.

Fang Wenqi sighed, as if he was much older. They were sure of this. Instead of being squeamish, it would be better to be generous. He sighed: "If you want to take it, take it away."

Hearing this, Yang San's face looked even more ugly, his teeth were clenched, and his tight fingernails were embedded in the flesh.

He Xiangdong was even more anxious. Uncle Yang San was so familiar with his temperament. Although he was usually easy-going, he was a very proud person. Today, he was so embarrassed in front of so many people that he would not get angry or sick. It was very likely that he would never show up again.

Feng Jiushan looked at Yang San with contemptuous smile, reached out and grabbed the pile of things on the table.

"Wait." He Xiangdong shouted loudly, and everyone looked at him.

Fang Wenqi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Dongzi, don't mess around."

He Xiangdong looked back at his master and said seriously: "Master, I'm not making a fuss."

After saying that, he walked directly to Yang San, looked at Feng Jiushan and said, "I said today's Romance of the Three Kingdoms. My Uncle Yang San just came up to help me warm up the scene."
Chapter completed!