Withering cross talk: a piece of truth, mountains and rivers shocked

Chapter 188

When Lin Qingfeng and Yu Qian returned to the backstage, not too long passed.

At least the pair who came on stage when they left had just bowed off.

The two sat quietly in the corner.

Minister Zhang's question seemed simple, but it revealed a lot of information.

The two looked at each other, and both chose to lean against the wall and close their eyes to rest.

But it was not quiet for long.

The photographer came over with the camera on his back and asked, "What did Mr. Lin go out for just now?"

Lin Qingfeng was puzzled, and the photographer whispered:

"It's okay, just casually chatting about the shots used in the documentary."

He gestured to the left and right, and Lin Qingfeng saw that most of the people were surrounded by a photographer.

Probably the opening problem is not this, but the photographer randomly chose a suitable opening.

So Lin Qingfeng smiled: "My apprentice came over and gave me something."

The photographer suddenly became excited and asked, "Your apprentice, can you bring me to meet you?"

Lin Qingfeng hesitated for a moment before saying:

"He has already gone back, you didn't say it earlier."

It's not that Lin Qingfeng lied on purpose.

It's just that he wasn't sure about what happened in the small lounge, whether Mr. Zhang would like to be put in front of the TV.

But don't mention Mr. Zhang.

He, Lin Qingfeng, what virtue and ability, arranged the apprentices in the small lounge, and simply didn't mention this.

After working for so many years, photographers are not people who can't read people's faces.

Seeing that Lin Qingfeng didn't want to continue this topic, he changed the topic in a polite manner:

"The competition has progressed so far. Among the five competitions, which of the two programs are you more satisfied with?"

Obviously, this is a problem with the arrangement of the program group.

Lin Qingfeng and Yu Qian looked at each other, and said with a smile:

"I am satisfied with every show, the most satisfying one is today's one. I have just finished the performance, and my excitement has not dissipated."

The camera turned to Yu Qian.

He smiled:
"Ask me which show I am most satisfied with... Obviously it must be the last show selling tickets."

"why?"

"Only "Selling Hanging Tickets" and "Eight Fan Screens" didn't mention my father, but "Eight Fan Screens"..."

While talking, he cast a teasing look at Lin Qingfeng:

"Tell me what 'rain hits the duckweed ten thousand point pit'!"

"It's deafening."

Even the photographer was laughed so hard that his hands shook, and the machine was a little wobbly.

Only then did he move on to the next question:
"What kind of ranking do you two think you can get?"

Lin Qingfeng was very confident:

"First."

Yu Qian added to him:

"We don't compare ourselves to others, we only compare ourselves to ourselves."

"Every game is more improved and breakthrough than the previous one."

"At least in our hearts, we are number one."

Lin Qingfeng nodded: "Yes."

It's intuitively funny.

After the two people stepped off the stage, their teasing positions seemed to be exchanged.

Lin Qingfeng and Yu Qian were being interviewed backstage.

The door to the small lounge over there opened again.

Lang Heyan, who was sleeping on the sofa with his eyes closed, opened his eyes very vigilantly.

But unexpectedly found that the old gentleman came in again.

Lang Heyan still remembered the respect his master and uncle showed to this man, so he hurriedly stood up respectfully.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang smiled and nodded on his shoulder:
"Young man, don't be nervous, sit down."

Lang Heyan said in his heart that you speak lightly.

Don't even look at who you are.

Who won't be nervous in front of you.

Although he sat down, Lang Heyan changed to a respectful sitting posture, and bowed his head to say hello: "Hello, old sir."

Minister Zhang was amused by Lang Heyan's appearance:
"Actually, it's nothing. Let's chat casually."

"How did you meet your master? What kind of person do you think he is?"

Lang Heyan felt that it was okay not to talk about this, but he was even more nervous about talking about this.

After all, on the surface, he and Lin Qingfeng had no chance to get along with each other in the past.

What I knew before, I have a long-standing alliance.

It's okay to fool the people of Qingyun Society, but it's okay to fool people at the national level.

That is impossible.

So after careful consideration, Lang Heyan spoke:
"Well...you can understand the story of becoming a cross talk actor to save a lost boy."

"It was me. When I was a network administrator, I saw Master's performance and thought that we might have been masters and apprentices in the previous life. Then I went to Qingyun Club."

"Then Master accepted me."

This is a story made up by Lang Heyan based on the actual plot.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he knelt down and hugged Lin Qingfeng's thigh as soon as he entered the backstage of Qingyun Club and called Master.

It is also difficult to explain the sudden familiarity of two people who have never met before.

Saying that he is a young man who has lost his footing is actually the original trajectory of this young man's life without Lang Heyan.

Both parents died, and the compensation was taken away by the uncle and aunt.

He was abused for not giving money, and the child failed the college entrance examination.

In a rage, he simply ran away from home.

This is basically the whole story of Lang Heyan.

It's also something that the Ministry of Culture can investigate.

He doesn't lie about these things.

Minister Zhang also heard that although what Lang Heyan said was vague, it was all true.

So he smiled:
"Perhaps there is such a thing as mutual affinity between people."

"I also persuaded your master to accept apprentices before, and he said that he felt that he was too young to be ready."

"I didn't expect to accept you."

Lang Heyan was quite happy when he heard that.

So he smiled.

Old Minister Zhang interpreted his smile as a child's joy at the love of his master who admired him.

asked again:
"You have also stayed in Qingyun Club for a while, do you have any ideas?"

Lang Heyan was obviously taken aback.

He never thought that Minister Zhang would ask him this question.

For a moment I didn't know which direction to answer.

Minister Zhang poured him a bowl of tea and added calmly:
"How do you think Qingyun Society should develop in the future?"

Lang Heyan can answer this question firmly:

"Open a new theater! Divide into teams! Commercial tour!"

"Make money, then let more people love to listen to cross talk, and make more money!"

Very rustic.

But it's something that's happened before.

Because of this.

In this short period of time, Lang Heyan has also been enthusiastically getting along with the actors backstage of Qingyun Club.

Analyze who is suitable to lead the new team as the captain, who is suitable to stay in the old theater, and who is more suitable to open up wasteland in the new theater.

If there is a commercial performance, who is the main coffee and who is the sub coffee.

In Lang Heyan's mobile phone memo, it was densely written.

As soon as Minister Zhang heard this, he asked him with great interest:
"Oh?"

"But I remember, you Qingyun Club, you don't have enough manpower."

Lang Heyan nodded very sincerely:
"Now there are [-] pairs of actors who can be on stage backstage. In addition, if the master is old, Xiao Wang can come to the opening on weekends, and Jiuliang will host the opening on weekdays."

"It is true that there are not many people, but we are also recruiting people."

"And the construction of the quyi class has come to an end, only the soft decoration is left."

(End of this chapter)