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

Chapter 140 Students of Quyi Class +1
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ren Jun nodded after listening to them talk about the general situation of the quyi class.

Taking students, taking Ning Kaixuan and five of them is also taking care of them, and taking one more is not a big problem.

The boss thanked them a thousand times and asked his nephew to bow to them.

The child is indeed a good seedling, and he greets all the teachers crisply.

At the end of the checkout, a zero was wiped off.

It's just that Ren Jun was a little puzzled: "Boss, you are from Changsha, why does your nephew speak Northeast dialect?"

Meng Hui, the nephew of the boss, smiled shyly: "My aunt is from the Northeast."

But in the end, this supper is worth eating.

Solved Ren Jun's knot.

The quyi class has gained the person in charge.

Also gained a new student.

When they returned to Lin Qingfeng's house, they were all very happy.

Don't look at what Lin Qingfeng told Ren Jun before that he could go to his house to make a floor shop.

In fact, Lin Qingfeng's family is quite serious.

is the place is a bit biased.

But it is also a courtyard in the contract.

It was originally bought by the elders of the family and others when it was first liberated.

Then walk away, die dead.

Lin Qingfeng's father had a long-term vision.

While running Qingyun Club, he did not forget to go to sea to do business. He bought this courtyard house and paid ten years' rent to the teahouse of Qingyun Club.

It's not that he doesn't want to buy the teahouse.

The main reason is that the owner's family is also taking advantage of the money and is not willing to sell.

How remote is the courtyard of Lin Qingfeng's house?

It was Lin Qingfeng who went to work from home, and it took an hour or two to go around by car.

The subway is a little better because it takes a straight line, but it takes more than half an hour.

This is not counting the 15-minute walk from Lin Qingfeng's house to the nearest subway station.

That's why he likes living in the backstage of Qingyun club so much.

In short, several people returned home, each with its own room.

Although everyone at the dinner table was full of energy, they went home to discuss the regulations.

But after washing, exhaustion surged up, and each of them lay down and fell asleep.

Only Ren Jun didn't know whether it was his heartbeat or he was naturally used to going to bed late.

In the middle of the night, he burned the lamp alone and asked him to write out a complete charter of the quyi class.

The next day, several people slept until noon without any accidents before waking up.

At this time, Lin Qingfeng felt as if he had forgotten something.

He took out his phone and saw that Zhang Yunshun had pushed him a WeChat business card.

This is also wrong.

Ever since Qingyun club became popular, Lin Qingfeng's social media has been bombed.

So he directly set WeChat to refuse to accept friend requests.

The mobile phone number was also changed, and it was only given to the actors of Qingyun Club and people he trusted.

It wasn't just him, the actors of Qingyun club were more or less harassed.

It's just that under Lin Qingfeng's reminder, everyone has a proper way to deal with it.

Lin Qingfeng added the WeChat of the person Zhang Yunshun pushed.

As if they were waiting for this, the friend application was approved quickly.

Wang Feng's agent: Hello, Mr. Lin.

Wang Feng's agent: This is Mr. Wang Feng's manager, Wang He. It's like this. Mr. Wang Feng wants to listen to the cross talk show of Qingyun Club, but it's hard to get tickets.

Broker Wang Feng: I would like to ask if you can give me some tickets.

People's WeChat name is naturally not this.

This is a note added by Lin Qingfeng when he added it.

Look at how quickly the news came.

Lin Qingfeng suspected that he had already edited it and was just waiting for copy and paste.

Lin Qingfeng didn't hesitate, and just typed a reply.

Lin Qingfeng: Hello, Mr. Wang.

Lin Qingfeng: That's right, the small theater of Qingyun Club is too small, and the security measures are not in place.Of course we sincerely welcome Mr. Wang Feng to come over, but it may not be convenient to listen to cross talk.

Lin Qingfeng: When I have the ability to open commercial performances in larger venues, I will definitely leave tickets for you. What do you think?
This is also what Lin Qingfeng thought of yesterday.

Of course he couldn't refuse Wang Feng.

Not to mention anything else, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

What's more, Wang Feng and the others have been in the entertainment industry for so long and have a wide network of contacts.

But if you accidentally offend, people will easily trip Qingyun Club.

They are a casual matter, but Qingyun Club is a matter of life and death.

Therefore, he could not refuse Wang Feng.

I can only bring up the difficulties of coming to the small theater and let them give up on their own.

Then another bad check was written.

Come back later for commercial performances.

After the message was sent, there was no reply.

Lin Qingfeng was not in a hurry either.

I had dinner with Yu Qian and the others, and went to the small theater of Qingyun Society.

Apart from the performance in the afternoon, the first thing to do was naturally discuss about the folk arts class.

The charter that Ren Jun took out was too complete and formal.

So much so that after the four of them, including Zhang Yunshun, read it one by one, they all felt that they had no opinion.

So on to the next topic.

The venue of the folk art class.

Now the members of the music association accept apprentices, and they don't follow the rules anymore.

Follow the old rules that Lin Qingfeng knows.

The disciples of the cross talk industry, after entering the master's school, will eat and live together in the master's house.

Of course, this is called a disciple.

Correspondingly, apprentices need to help the master with housework within their ability.

In the first year after graduation, apprentices can only get [-]% of their income.

The other [-]% was given to Master as tuition fees and living expenses for so many years.

Now, Lin Qingfeng wants to do a folk art class.

So the first thing to bear the brunt, in addition to the teaching venue, and the dormitories of the students, all need to be resolved.

At the very least, the backstage of Qingyun Society certainly cannot accommodate so many people.

Originally, if there were only six people in the group of Ning Kaixuan and Meng Hui.

In fact, it is not too crowded to live in the courtyard of Lin Qingfeng's house.

The venue for classes is in the courtyard of the courtyard.

But obviously, since such a careful charter is laid out.

This quyi class cannot be a one-shot deal.

Then the choice of venue is particularly important.

Whether it is geographical location or the size of the house, it is something that needs to be considered.

Lin Qingfeng thought for a while, then turned to Luan Yunping and asked, "How much money is in Qingyun Society's account now?"

The money earned from the sale of Qingyun club tickets is managed by a special bank card.

The wages of the actors are also paid from this card every day.

The rest will be placed in the card as a backup fund for Qingyun Society.

However, for a long time before, only Lin Qingfeng invested money to pay the actors' salaries.

Therefore, after Lin Qingfeng handed over the management of the account to Luan Yunping, he didn't take much care of it himself.

Anyway, he gets paid every day like the employees.

And his own family can't starve to death.

Although with Father Lin's death, Lin Qingfeng's family did not have a huge income.

But before that, Father Lin invested in the companies of several of his friends.

Just relying on the annual dividends, Lin Qingfeng is enough to support himself and these employees in the backstage of Qingyun Club.

(End of this chapter)