After being assigned to the second team, Guo Xuanlin's path to the stage had officially opened. He had to do whatever he had to do. Of course, he had to listen to Sun Yue's arrangements.
Of course, he would not arrange for Guo Xuanlin and Yue Yunkun to go to a place like the suburbs. It was not like he did not know about the big event at the V Bo. People who surfed the Internet every day would know everything.
Therefore, when Old Guo wanted to include Guo Xuanlin in the team, Sun Yue rejected him.
Guo Xuanlin was quite famous, but he was also a hot potato. There was too much attention on him on the Internet, and any slight movement could even affect the second team.
Therefore, Sun Yue had carefully considered Guo Xuanlin's arrangements. Although he looked burly, he was very meticulous.
This time, Sun Yue planned to send Guo Xuanlin and Yue Yunkun to a venue in the suburbs that had about 600 people.
Yue Yunkun's mouth was bigger than a bowl. He had been in the second team for a few years, and the number of places with 300 people was the most. Although it was not that he had never reached 600 to 700 people, it was a group of senior brothers leading the team. He only came out to help a few times in the middle. Now that it was handed over to him and Guo Xuanlin alone, Yue Yunkun was still a little nervous.
"Will the tickets not sell?”Yue Yunkun said worriedly.
Sun Yue rolled his eyes. If it wasn't for Old Guo's special instructions to suppress the two of them, they would have gone to a venue with 2,000 people. With Guo Xuanlin's current popularity, the tickets would definitely be sold out. 600 people were really too few.
"Just go ahead, and don't ride a bicycle. Here ~ The Chery that I rode in before will be given to the two of you. Yun Kun, I remember that you have a driver's license, right?”
" Of course." Yue Yunkun's heart was full of happiness. Old Guo had paid for him to take the driver's license examination back then. At that time, there were not many subjects for the driver's license examination, so he passed it very smoothly. Over the years, he had few opportunities to touch a car. It was Sun Yue who often drove it for him. Yue Yunkun was more familiar with that small Chery than Sun Yue.
"Thank you, Brother Yue!" Guo Xuanlin did not call him senior brother. Sun Yue was not a disciple of the De Yun Society, but it did not stop Guo Xuanlin from calling him brother.
When it came to supporting characters in De Yun Society, Uncle Yu naturally wouldn't let him take the top spot. The second person was this chubby Sun Yue. His ability to be a supporting character was indeed great. Even the old crosstalk artist, Uncle Chang, wanted to take him as his disciple.
Chang Ye was of the 'treasure' generation. Even Old Guo had to address him respectfully as Grand Master. It could be seen how high his status was.
However, this was not possible. After all, this was considered a cross-generation relationship. Sun Yue himself knew that he already had a master, and later he had changed to the crosstalk artist Shi Fukuan as his master.
Strictly speaking, Sun Yue and Old Guo were of the same generation.
Guo Xuanlin had taken advantage of him by calling him 'brother'. However, they were all young people, so they did not stick to such things.
The task was handed down. Guo Xuanlin and Yue Yunkun pondered along the way." Senior Brother, have you read my joke? Is it okay? If it's not, you can change it."”
"Xuan Lin, don't torture me. Your writing is good enough, why should I change it?”
What Yue Yunkun said was also the truth. Guo Xuanlin really had a little talent for writing jokes. Of course, he could only show it during ordinary performances. It could not be compared to the craftsmanship passed down from generations.
However, crosstalk needed to bring out new ideas. The old ones had to be preserved, but they couldn't live off the old ones, so the new ones had to be changed. Some of the people in Deyun Society had the ability to write their own jokes. If they were good, they would keep them. If the jokes were exposed and no one supported them, they would have to throw them away.
Anyway, Deyun Society had a lot of venues. They could keep trying and making mistakes. Sooner or later, they would have good jokes.
"However, Xuan Lin, is it appropriate for you to tease Master Yu like this?”
Yue Yunkun still couldn't help but laugh. This joke was too…
"Didn't my dad say that there are no rules on stage and that there are rules below? I believe that Master will understand me.”
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People who bought tickets could now directly purchase tickets through an APP of Deyun Society. They could choose the seats for the day's show on a first-come, first-served basis. They could also check the performers.
"Hey, Guo Xuanlin, and that Yue…Yue from before. Who cares? Let's just call him Yue Yue. Wife, should we go and take a look? It's not far from our house.”
The man sitting on the sofa called out to his wife in the kitchen.
"Sure, I've heard of Guo Xuanlin. Wukong's song is not bad, but I wonder how his crosstalk is.”
Facing his wife's question, the man smiled and said,"Just give it a try. Anyway, one ticket is 60 yuan. We can even save 20 yuan on the couple tickets.”
With the mentality of giving it a try, they immediately booked the tickets and placed an order. Fortunately, the couple did not hesitate for too long. As soon as they bought the APP, it showed that the tickets were sold out.
This time, she didn't go on the trending searches on Weibo. After all, she should stop for a while. The female blogger who continued to follow Guo Xuanlin's popular Weibo post sent a message.
"I didn't manage to get Guo Xuanlin's ticket, QAQ~~~"
Recently, there would be a large number of comments under her articles, and some had even changed their online names:
"Sister, I didn't manage to snatch it either. Sob, sob, sob ~"
Immediately, there was a thread below. The ID was Guo Xuanlin's real wife." You imitated me? You're fake. Go away."
Among the hundreds of floors, the fight for the wife occupied half of them. The rest were either showing off their tickets or expressing their thoughts.
As for some Internet worms, they had long been blacklisted by her. They could not comment, and their accounts had to be locked up in a dark room for a few days.
The tickets for the six hundred people were instantly sold out. Two-thirds of them were there for the fame of the previous song, and only one-third were there for the crosstalk.
Of course, this was also quite good. The interest needed to be slowly cultivated. Not everyone liked to listen to crosstalk, but just like students, some students would always excel in one subject, and the teacher who excelled in that subject would usually be to your liking.
There were countless people who developed a strong interest in a subject because of their teachers. It was the same for crosstalk. Some people did not like crosstalk and simply liked you as a person. Therefore, they were willing to pay money to watch you. The good and bad performances would slowly develop their own opinions through continuous listening. This was to cultivate interest.
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