"I just came of age, Sister Jia!"
Yang Mi was not shy. After all, she was in the entertainment industry. What topic had she not experienced?
Her theory was almost half a veteran.
However, although Yang Mi looked carefree on the outside, she was at least 19 years old now and was quite conservative on the inside.
"In any case, that's what I said!"
"As for Zhuang Fan, I have high hopes for him. He came in first again in the second round. Even the big boss was shocked!”
The big boss that Zeng Jia was talking about was, of course, the head of Rong Xin Da, Li Shaohong.
"I heard that Director Zhang thinks very highly of Zhuang Fan!”
"There are also two deputy examiners who are full of praise for him. Yesterday, CEO Li personally called to ask about you. If you don't fight for this opportunity, I really don't know what you're thinking!”
"Mimi, I've been through this before. If there's a suitable person, you don't care if they're together in the future.”
“……”
Zeng Jia tried to persuade her, but Yang Mi didn't listen to her at all.
He picked up his bag and stood up in a hurry."Sister Jia, I'll be leaving first!"
"That's more like it!"
"Happy date!"
Zeng Jia thought that she had convinced Yang Mi, so she made a heart gesture to her.
Yang Mi rushed out of the office without looking back.
She was afraid that if she continued to listen, she would…not be able to take it!
What the hell is this!
"A springboard?"
"What's there to jump about?"
"Isn't it just a role in Zhang Yimou's movie? I don't even know if it's the fifth or sixth male lead!”
"What's there to care about!"
Yang Mi brainwashed herself. Sour grapes couldn't be eaten, so sour grapes could be said. In fact, her heart was a little crazy from the stimulation, but no matter what, she couldn't admit defeat.
Even if his entire body was soft, he still had to be tough with his mouth.
……
Half an hour later, she finally arrived at Huayuan Restaurant.
Looking at Zhuang Fan leisurely walking out of a roadside stall, Yang Mi was furious. She immediately possessed the acting spirit, and it was the kind with superb acting skills. She pinched her fingers and winked at Zhuang Fan."Hey, isn't this the Young Master Zhuang that Director Zhang has taken a fancy to? Why, are you here to eat at a roadside stall?”
"That doesn't suit your noble status!”
Yang Mi shrieked.
Zhuang Fan went up to her and hit her.""Speak properly, like a brothel madame!”
"You're the brothel madame!"
Yang Mi covered the part of her body that had been hit. She wanted to step on Zhuang Fan with her slender legs in jeans.
Zhuang Fan nimbly dodged it.
Yang Mi was furious. She chased after Zhuang Fan and wanted to kick him, but she was no match for him.
"Will you die if you kick me!"
Yang Mi said indignantly. She was really unhappy today. She was scolded by Ceng Jia in the morning, provoked by Zhuang Fan in the afternoon, and even failed her exams yesterday.
She felt that the past few days had been too unlucky and urgently needed to find something to vent on.
"Did you get scolded?"
Zhuang Fan seemed to have seen through Yang Mi's thoughts and said,"" You're not thanking me, but kicking me?"
"If it weren't for my phone call, you would still be being scolded!”
How could Zhuang Fan not understand the tricks of an agency? He had been there in his previous life. Usually, when there was nothing to do, the artistes would not be in the studio unless…they were reprimanded.
It was obvious that Yang Mi had just been lectured. If he was not mistaken, she should have performed well in the second round yesterday.
It could only be said that Zhuang Fan's analysis was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Yang Mi sighed."Sigh, it's so difficult!"
"It's really difficult for me!"
The 19-year-old Boss Yang squatted by the roadside and looked ahead, confused about his future life.
"Let's go, I'll bring you to relax!"
"Get in the car!"
Zhuang Fan hailed a taxi and Yang Mi had no choice but to follow.
"Overbridge Music Tea Garden!"
As Zhuang Fan spoke to the chauffeur, Yang Mi, who was sitting in front, suddenly turned around. Her foxy eyes widened."No, why are you going to the tea garden?"
"Besides, isn't this…isn't this the tea garden at my house?”
Yang Mi used to pass by this place every day after school, so she was very familiar with it.
"Right, near your house!"
The place where Yang Mi lived now was less than two kilometers away from the Heavenly Bridge Music Tea Garden, which was also the future Deyun Society of the Imperial Capital. They were all in the same district.
"Bring me to watch a show!"
"I hate watching shows the most…"
Yang Mi thought that it was something fun, but it turned out that she was going to listen to an opera. Wasn't this something that old people liked?
"You'll know when you go!"
"Cut the crap!"
Zhuang Fan gave the taxi driver an address. Most drivers would not know where the tea garden was.
After all, there were too many tea gardens in the capital.
After another half an hour, Zhuang Fan and Yang Mi finally arrived at the land that De Yun Society had rented--the Imperial Capital's Tianqiao Le Tea Garden.
This was an old opera garden, and everyone in the old capital knew about it.
The Tianle Theater, which was built in 1933, was rebuilt.
It was more than 1,000 square meters and the theater was very large. It could accommodate 100 to 200 spectators at the same time.
However, it was very, very old. The door was a little glazed, and there were traces of peeling everywhere.
Yang Mi stepped into the theater with a frown. The classical signboard, mahogany facade, wooden tables and chairs, two-story teahouse, and huge stage were quite clean and tidy inside the theater.
It could be seen that she was quite diligent in cleaning.
"Masters, what do you want to see today?”
The tea butler at the door welcomed them. Zhuang Fan asked casually,""What do you have?"
"Peking opera, hard qigong, acrobatics, ancient color tricks, double act, face-changing, street hawking, wrestling, crosstalk, it depends on what you want to see?”
The butler's tone was coherent as he told her all the projects of the tea garden in one breath.
"Let's do crosstalk!"
"Yo, what a coincidence. We have a match in half an hour!”
"He's from Tianjin's Deyun Society, the one who broadcasts on the Arts Radio Station every night!”
The butler introduced them enthusiastically. Before Yang Mi could react, she tugged at the corner of Zhuang Fan's casual suit and said softly,""Why did you bring me here to watch crosstalk?”
In Yang Mi's impression, this crosstalk was only for the old. Who among the young would listen to crosstalk?
It was only slightly better than opera.
"Then you're quite excited to listen to it. I saw you laughing quite happily when you listened to the crosstalk last time!”
Zhuang Fan turned around and glanced at Yang Mi. Only then did Yang Mi remember and said in surprise,""You mean, this is it?"
"Yes, I specially checked!"
"Are you touched?"
Zhuang Fan smiled. Yang Mi…was really touched.
"You…you are…"
She stepped forward and grabbed Zhuang Fan's arm. Zhuang Fan felt something.
"Yes, I saw you in the taxi last time and was quite happy to hear it, so I looked for you!”
A man's mouth was a liar.
This was the trick!
In order to cheat Boss Yang out of his little treasury, Zhuang Fan still had to pay a little.
As expected, Yang Mi was a little teary. Although she was an experienced driver, she had just become an adult last year and had zero relationships, which meant that she did not have any actual combat ability.
Which little girl could resist Zhuang Fan's flowery words?
"Let's go in!"
Zhuang Fan spent 200 yuan on the two best seats.
In this day and age, 100 yuan per ticket was already considered very expensive. One had to know that movie tickets were only 10 to 15 yuan each.
"Why…is there no one here?"
Walking into the lobby of the tea garden performance, Yang Mi looked around casually and felt that the entire lobby was cold and empty.
Other than the two of them, there were only three old men.
"It's working hours now. Many people are at work!”
"Besides, it's not good to have fewer people.”
Zhuang Fan didn't care about that. He sat in the first row and waited for Old Guo and Brother Qian to go onstage.
Listening to the two brothers in 2005 was definitely an extreme enjoyment.
This was the explosive period of Old Guo's crosstalk creation. Just this year, he had written too many good classic works, almost covering more than half of the classic works in his entire "career".
Zhuang Fan and Yang Mi did not have to wait for long before a tea garden's host stood up.
At this moment, there were about ten people sitting in the entire hall.
Other than Zhuang Fan and Yang Mi, the rest were all old men. None of them were over 50 years old.
Yang Mi found it a little fun.
" Next, please enjoy the opening song from Tianjin's Deyun Club. Welcome actors Guo Degang, Yu Qian, Zhang Wenshun..."
One by one, the people in Zhuang Fan's memories walked onto the stage.
First, of course, there was a little black fatty wearing a large coat with a small parting. He was about 30 years old and looked a little mature. This was, of course, Old Guo, Guo Degang. Following behind him was a chubby little boy with a wide smile on his face.
Brother Qian, Old Guo's partner, the one who drank, smoked, and permed his hair.
The third one was Old Man Zhang Wenshun. There was nothing much to say about him. He was the founder of Deyun Society. His voice was unique when he performed crosstalk. It could be described as " lingering sound, lasting for three days ".
Unfortunately, she later contracted esophagus cancer and passed away in 2009. She did not see the future prosperity of Deyun Society.
One by one, the actors from De Yun Society stood on stage. Zhuang Fan also saw the familiar Gao Feng, Li Qing, He Wei, as well as the unfamiliar Yan Yun Da and Li Wenshan.
There were more than ten people in total. This was the total performance team of Deyun Society.
However, the performance team could earn money by performing on stage, and there were also those who could not.
There were even more people in this group.
Old Guo still had many disciples who had yet to finish their apprenticeship, such as Captain Luan, Cao Jin, and so on. These were all Old Guo's disciples and had to rely on him to support them.
He had to eat dozens of mouthfuls of food every day. Even if it was just the money for food, it was not a small expense.
Therefore, Old Guo's current life was quite tight.
After the song started, the crosstalk began.
Zhuang Fan listened very seriously, but he didn't laugh much. After all, he had heard many of them before. On the other hand, Yang Mi, who was beside him, was laughing like a fool. She flipped back and forth. At first, she knew how to cover her mouth with her hand, but in the end, she simply let go. She was laughing so hard that she almost burrowed into Zhuang Fan's arms.
Who said that watching crosstalk couldn't improve one's relationship?
Isn't he here now?
Zhuang Fan did not do anything out of line, and an hour passed very quickly.
It was resting time.
Zhuang Fan ordered some tea, dried fruits, and even sent five flower baskets.
Yang Mi was shocked.
This folk art group, which was also a team, usually cooperated with teahouses and theaters like this: The tickets belonged to the team, while the tea and dried fruits belonged to the venue.
As for the biggest part, it was the flower basket, which the two families shared together.
What did this look like?
Looking at the rockets of the Live streaming tipping broadcast, the meaning of the flower basket was the same as the rocket. It was purely a reward.
200 for a flower basket!
Hence, Zhuang Fan gave him 1000 yuan.
It was too late for Yang Mi to stop him.
"What are you doing? Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this.”
The little money-grubber Yang Mi felt that Zhuang Fan had gone crazy today. He had spent more than 1300 yuan on a crosstalk.
Usually, he would be stingy when it came to getting a taxi.
Those who didn't know better would think that this guy was a tycoon.
After all, in 2005, only a few people could spend so much money. Not to mention watching crosstalk. They basically didn't even meet once that year.
The little black fatty, Old Guo, was resting backstage. When he heard such a rich man's spending, how could he hold back? He directly wanted to come out and befriend him.
Fortunately, he knew that it would take another two hours.
Thus, he could only give up and bring a large group of De Yun Society members onto the stage. They bowed deeply to Zhuang Fan and said in unison,""Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, for sending five flower baskets to table one. Thank you!”
"Alright, alright!"
Zhuang Fan waved his hand. Old Guo's gratitude was indeed sincere.
She was so grateful that tears were about to fall.
Benefactor!
If not for Zhuang Fan's 1000 yuan reward, he would have suffered a loss today.
Zhuang Fan only knew about the theater collaborations in the future, but right now, Deyun Society had to share the profits with Tianqiao Music Tea Garden for one performance.
That was the ticket fee. It would split a portion of it.
Some of the old men who were present had even added tickets for free.
However, the free tea was given by De Yun Society and had nothing to do with the tea garden. Therefore, De Yun Society had to pay the money that should be given.
In the past few years, Old Guo had actually worked with several different theaters. From the Zhonghe Theater in the Imperial Capital to the Guangde Building Theater, and the Panjiayuan Huasheng Tianle Tea Garden that had just moved out a few months ago, they had no choice but to leave because the share was too high.
It seemed like this Overbridge Music Tea Garden would not last long.
At 6:30 in the evening, Deyun Society's crosstalk finally ended.
After more than three hours, Yang Mi was still listening.
"Not bad!"
"This is the first time I've heard such a funny crosstalk!”
Yang Mi's face was flushed red, and she had already taken off her coat with a smile, revealing a tight sweater that accentuated her curves.
It had to be said that the 19-year-old Boss Yang's figure was already at the top of the world. Even Zhuang Fan could not withstand the test.
Most importantly, she would hold Zhuang Fan's arm from time to time.
It was as if she was saying to Zhuang Fan,"I'm just rubbing, don't bother about me."
It was really just rubbing against each other. Zhuang Fan felt his hair stand on end.
How could he do that?
Which man could withstand your teasing?
Luckily, Zhuang Fan's mental age was 40, so he could suppress the impulse in his heart.
"Aiyoh, you two masters, you're still here?”
Guo Degang, who had changed out of his coat, walked out from the backstage with Yu Qian. The two of them cupped their hands at Zhuang Fan and Yang Mi.
"Hello, both of you!"
Zhuang Fan also cupped his hands.""You worked hard today!"
"It's not hard, it's not hard. You spent money, and we performed. You're our bread and butter!”
"If the elders of the country can tolerate me, I won't let the world create evil money!”
Old Guo said his catchphrase in the future, but Zhuang Fan said casually,""Your crosstalk is really not bad. Why isn't there anyone?”
"Hey!"
This sentence immediately hit Old Guo's heart.
"I think it must be because there wasn't enough publicity!”
Yang Mi, who was beside him, was like a sidekick. Grandpa Yu immediately followed up,"That's right, it's just that it's not famous!"
"I came here after listening to the Arts Radio Station. Logically speaking, there should be people listening to it!”
Zhuang Fan pretended to be confused.
"Yes, there is. After going on the radio station, the customer flow has obviously increased!”
"It used to be a single digit, but now it's at least ten!”
Old Guo mocked himself while Yang Mi said innocently,"Then…increase the investment!"
“……”
She didn't know that Old Guo couldn't add them up.
This radio station was doing free publicity. It was the radio host, Da Peng, who admired Old Guo's talent and insisted on paying for his promotion out of his own pocket. He recorded the program and edited it for Old Guo!
How could Old Guo feel embarrassed if he increased the size?
And this big friend wasn't the big friend from the entertainment industry who would film Pancake Man or Sewing Machine Band in the future.
It was the host of the Beijing Literature Channel, Kang Dapeng.
It could be said that Old Guo was able to get up because of him.
"What a pity!"
Zhuang Fan suddenly sighed and shook his head."What a pity for such a good crosstalk!"
When Old Guo and Grandpa Yu heard this, they could only remain silent.
"Do you need…my help?”
Zhuang Fan suddenly said. Yang Mi, who was beside him, was a little dumbfounded.
What was going on?
There was something wrong with Zhuang Fan today!
Charity?
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