Old Guo was actually quite bored. He didn't drink and didn't have any hobbies. He usually read books and ate skewers when he rested. Now that they were at the zoo, Grandpa Qian was feeding the horses. Old Guo was sitting on the rattan chair and watching Grandpa Qian feed the horses. The two brothers looked like they had lived a peaceful life.
However, Lu Bai had no right to criticize him, because he was just as bored…He did not live like a young man of his age.
"Master."
"Yes."
Lu Bai was a little thirsty. Seeing that Old Guo's pot of tea was half cold, he picked up the teapot and drank it.
In fact, this was a very rude action. Old Guo was also the one who paid the most attention to the family's style. He was usually very strict with his disciples. It was said that two days ago, the old driver, Helun, said something nonsense to an old man and was immediately suspended for a week.
Only Lu Bai was an exception. Ever since he had taken in this disciple, Old Guo had been a little biased. He could not bear to be too strict with Lu Bai because he could also see that Lu Bai was not an ordinary child. He would definitely grow into a towering tree in the future. If you were to be too strict with such a child, it would easily hurt his spirit.
Therefore, Old Guo would turn a blind eye to Lu Bai's occasional small problems. This made the other senior and junior brothers especially envious of Lu Bai.
"You said on the phone just now that you've invested in Ah Li Music?”
"It's called Ximaraya now."
Old Guo was quite pleased with this.
"How much did you invest? I'll ask your master's wife to give you some money later.”
As for his other disciples, Old Guo had always been very strict about their money. This was because they were not mentally strong enough. If they had too much money in their hands, it was easy for them to squander. However, the current Lu Bai made Old Guo feel at ease.
According to the old saying, Lu Bai was considered to have officially finished his apprenticeship and was in charge of his own affairs.
"Hehe, I still have some in my hands. If I run out of money, I'll ask Master's wife again. However, Master, I came today to talk about this matter.”
"Tell me."
Old Guo knew that something that could make Lu Bai so serious was definitely not a small matter.
"Right now, there are quite a number of people secretly recording our Deyun crosstalk on the internet. If not a thousand, there are at least a few hundred of them. They have all been taken away by small pirated websites to make money, and our Deyun has no income at all.”
Lu Bai's question was actually a real problem. Nowadays, technology was getting more and more advanced. New movies that were released in cinemas were all recorded illegally, not to mention crosstalk audio.
At first, when he found out that the crosstalk segment had been leaked online, Old Guo wanted to do something about it, but later on, he realized that he really couldn't.
The audience had their phones turned on and put them in their pockets. You couldn't possibly go into their pockets, right? That wouldn't be right.
Later on, Old Guo decided not to care about it anymore. He thought to himself that if it was leaked, then so be it. At least he could still promote De Yun's crosstalk online, so he turned a blind eye to it.
However, this matter actually affected Deyun's interests. Think about it, an actor's script would require many scenes, but the first scene had just finished and it was already leaked online.
The audience had heard it online once or twice. They would buy tickets to listen to the next few scenes live. Once they heard it, it would be repeated. How could they still be happy?
Moreover, there were also a large number of players who listened to it for free. After listening to it, they would curse and complain that the joke was too old and there was nothing new…
This also put a lot of pressure on the crosstalk actors in Deyun. They couldn't continue to work on a script for a year and a half. They had to think of new things at every turn, and the quality couldn't be bad. Even Old Guo himself was the same.
Lu Bai was not willing to perform crosstalk anymore. It was tiring, he could not earn much money, and he would be scolded for nothing.
"What do you think?"
Old Guo usually had a calm look on his face, so no one could tell his true emotions. On this point, Lu Bai was better than him.
"I was thinking that instead of letting them make money from our pirated products, why don't we pirate our own products? Or rather, we can make our own online versions and publish them ourselves.”
"We usually have recordings for every performance. In the past, we used them to find our own flaws and improve them after the performance. I think these recordings can be used as official versions and posted online.”
"Moreover, our own recordings are all high-definition versions, unlike the ones they recorded in the audience. Not only is the sound quality bad, but there are also sounds of burping, farting, and eating melon seeds.”
Old Guo raised his eyebrows. Master Qian, who had just finished feeding the horse, spoke first when he heard Lu Bai's words.
"Sigh, that's right, Old Guo. No one has ever stipulated that crosstalk can only be listened to live. Let's not talk about anything else, but isn't Old Mr. Shan, who narrates stories, the earliest online performance?”
In fact, it was not that Lu Bai's vision was very advanced. There were so many people in the world, and there must be someone who could think of this. It was just that no one dared to mention it.
This was because crosstalk was something that had been passed down for generations and had very deep rules. If they were to change it rashly, it would easily be boycotted by all their peers. Therefore, very few people dared to risk the world.
Old Guo had only updated the crosstalk to keep up with the times, making it more down-to-earth and more popular, but it was already viewed as a mortal enemy by his peers.
If Lu Bai's matter were to succeed, it would probably make the mainstream crosstalk practitioners 'noses crooked. At that time, Lu Bai would probably be more hateful than Old Guo in their hearts.
However, if an industry or an art could not keep up with the times, it would be eliminated sooner or later. If one held on to the old and the bad, closed their doors and admired themselves, and did not allow others to create new ideas, they would not be called an industry defender, but a sinner.
Not to mention anything else, how many people still listen to Kunqu opera and how many people still sing Kunqu opera? The older generation might be better off, but many of the younger generation did not even know what Kunqu was.
Why?
Firstly, Kunqu opera was too elegant, so elegant that you couldn't even understand it if you weren't educated enough. Secondly, the current Kunqu opera wasn't much different from the stuff sung in the last century. It was too old-fashioned…
"When we make the audio, where will we release it and how will we cash it out?”
It could be seen that Old Guo was also a little tempted. In fact, he had long wanted to perform another major surgery on the crosstalk industry, but he had never found the opportunity to do so. Now, Lu Bai handed him the knife.
"Send it to Ximaraya."
"Is it your Little Tanuki Music? Isn't that the software that releases songs?"
"Who said that music software can't release crosstalk? "If I really do it, Ximo will be the first official audio crosstalk software on the Internet. In the future, I will not only do crosstalk, but also audio books, storytelling, talk shows, ghost stories. As long as it's audio, I can do anything.”
" As for cash, it's simple. In this day and age, as long as there are users, not to mention membership, the software's entrance animation and two advertisements will cost a lot.”
" And although I'm a shareholder of Xima, I definitely won't take Deyun's crosstalk for free. The official version has to be bought with money. As for the money, I have to ask Boss Ma for it…"
" After this matter has settled down, I'll open a personal program for each of you. You can get money by telling stories and chatting with the netizens. It's the best retirement program. I've even thought of the names. My master's program will be called Guo Lun, and Master Qian's program will be called Qian Dao…"
Good heavens, Old Guo and Old Li were a little stunned by Lu Bai's flatbread…
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