Chasing dreams Deyun started from the car accident Fenhewan

Chapter 495 Team building? ? ?

Suddenly there was no sound in the small troupe. No matter how prosperous the talk was, everyone knew the current predicament well.

The Peking opera actor known as Master was also silent, and wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but in the end it turned into a long sigh again.

He learned his Peking Opera from a famous teacher seriously, and he has a solid foundation. He also worked in a local Peking Opera troupe before. Although the performances are not too many, it is always guaranteed by drought and flood, and he has a good income.

However, because he didn't like the phenomenon of some people in the Peking Opera Troupe, he finally chose to leave the job angrily, and went out on his own, uniting some of his best friends in the same industry, plus the apprentices and Peking Opera actors he recruited successively.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.In this way, it can be regarded as supporting such a small theater troupe.

Such a small troupe, although it is said that freedom is freedom, there are no big and small rules and seniority, but the same income depends purely on the audience.

This small theater troupe, like most of the storytellers and cross talk actors in Beijing and Tianjin, also found a teahouse to cooperate with. Such a relationship is quite common in various places.

Teahouses use teams like opera troupes and cross-talk groups to attract more business and customers, and such troupes and cross-talk groups follow the teahouse's three-acre land and can have a better performance venue. It is mutual benefit.

At the very beginning, the troupe did attract a lot of traffic to the teahouse when the theater troupe first arrived. Many viewers liked to watch something new. No, for a long time many people couldn't figure out what was on stage.

After coming and going, there were more than 50 seats in the teahouse, and more than half of the [-] people can be seated on weekends, and there are also ten or so guests at ordinary times, but now it has gradually dropped to single digits.

Once there are fewer people, the daily income will drop sharply. If you don't make money, you really don't make money.

After a long sigh, the master swallowed all the distress, stared at the crowd seriously and said: "It doesn't matter how many people are in the audience, even if there is one audience, you have to perform with [-]% strength. This is the artistic virtue of Peking opera actors." !!!”

"Besides, this troupe is about to disband, so one performance is missing..."

The last sentence was swallowed by the master. The owner of the teahouse was counting on the theater troupe to attract customers to make money for him. Now that the effect is not good, he is naturally unhappy.

The contract expires next month, and the teahouse owner's intention to drive people away is already obvious. In recent years, with the popularity of Deyun Society, cross talk has returned to everyone's vision.

When the time comes, invite a small cross talk team and prepare a table to reopen with a few odds and ends. No matter how you think about it, it is more attractive than the benefits of such a small troupe.

The Peking Opera actors in the backstage lounge agreed
"Yes!!!"

"I know Master..."

"Do not worry!"

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And just when the master looked at the people who promised to be good, and wanted to say a few words of encouragement, a person suddenly ran in from outside the lounge, his expression was inexplicably surprised, he felt like he had picked up 1000 yuan, and he shouted loudly when he saw everyone road:
"Master Master!!! Master is a good thing!!! Audience...... Audience..."

"What's the matter? Are there many audiences today? Are there thirty???" the Peking Opera performers in the lounge asked excitedly.

"Thirty??? You want to eat farts, don't say thirty people come today, even if there are more than twenty audiences, I will use all my unique skills today!!!" This is a A master of Peking Opera, Hualian sings very well, and she sings, reads, acts, and beats very well.

"Let's not talk about twenty, as long as the double-digit record can be broken today, the audience can take a good look at the stage without using their mobile phones, and they can ask me to do anything...except striptease..." It's for the little girl in Tsing Yi.

"What about pole dancing???" the actor who had a good thing joked.

"Fuck off!!!"

"Okay, okay!!! Quiet!!!"

The master interrupted everyone, and he also held the shoulder of the person who came in and said seriously: "Stop panting, talk about it, what's the good thing??? How many audiences are here today???"

The man panted and gestured three times: "Master, today the audience came three... three..."

"There are more than 30 audiences here!!!" A Peking Opera actor in the background suddenly stood up and said excitedly.

"Fuck, [-] viewers!!! Take me to Guan Dao! I'm going to perform the unique skill "Single Sword Club" today!!!"

"You think beautiful!!! Can you take the limelight??? I still have a unique skill!!!"

"Don't be a BB!!! If you have the skills, hurry up and put on makeup."

"That's right!!! Where did my oil paint go???"

All the Peking opera actors in the backstage lounge were excited, and two emotional girls in Tsing Yi were so excited that they were about to cry.

It has been a long time since they performed to so many audiences, and each of them was full of energy in an instant, full of strength from top to bottom.

"Stop!!! Listen to me, I mean, the audience outside the teahouse is full today, and there are more than 30 people in line outside!!! The owner of the teahouse asked us if there are any extra stools in the backstage , Take out a few handfuls!!!" The man finally caught his breath and said it in one breath.

Immediately, the backstage lounge fell into a deathly silence...

"What date is it today, April [-]st???"

"It's almost National Day, where is April Fool's Day?"

"It's not Xiao Wang, we can't joke like this, it makes us happy for nothing."

"You kid, do you want to get beaten up, amuse us, don't you?" There was that violent Beijing opera actor who had already put Guan knife on the neck of the messenger, his brows and eyes were erect, and his face was reddish with a kind of Guan Gong possessed , to kill Yan Liang and Wen Chou's posture.

"Don't you believe it, hey, don't you know when you go to the entrance of the stage and have a look!" Xiao Wang looked at the Guan Dao on his neck, although he knew it was a prop, he was sweating coldly, and quickly explained.

The Peking opera actors in the backstage lounge looked at Xiao Wang's confident tone, and after thinking about it for two seconds, they all rushed to the entrance of the stage.

The corners of the two curtains were gently lifted, and the scene in the teahouse outside was printed in the eyes of every Peking Opera actor.

Full of pits and valleys! ! !Originally neat and tidy, beside the more than 50 seats, countless wooden chairs were added, in addition to plastic chairs, Maza, all of which were full of people.

There are really not enough chairs, and there are some spectators sitting on the steps and standing in the corners, and the bustling people are talking and exchanging sounds, so lively.

"Master..."

"Um???"

"You said that this is not a big company that came here to build a team???"

"Your team building... Drinking tea and listening to a play???"

(End of this chapter)