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

Chapter 189 Is It Important?

Quyi class can be said to be the main work of Qingyun Society for a long time to come.

After all, what matters most in the 21st century?

Talent is the most important!

The quyi class, without a doubt, is a training base for Qingyun Society to continuously deliver talents.

Therefore, when Ren Jun and Zhang Yunshun were the two supervisors, on the one hand, they paid attention to preventing the workers from heatstroke and cooling down.

On the one hand, it is also very ruthless to rush the progress.

It makes the workers love and hate them.

Fortunately, this effort was not in vain. The buildings of the Quyi class were basically in the final stage.

The next step is to purchase the equipment needed for classrooms and dormitories.

Lang Heyan planned to shoulder this matter by himself.

In this way, at least Ren Jun can perform with peace of mind.

Lang Heyan didn't think he would be slaughtered when he was young.

After all, with his looks, no one would dare to think that he is easy to bully.

Lang Heyan's eyes were full of longing:
"The soft decoration is expected to be completed by the end of this month, and the quyi class will start recruiting students next month."

"At present, there are already six students studying in the background, and they will be able to come to perform soon."

"So I think it's easy to solve it manually."

He scratched his head:
"Actually, the venue is more tricky."

After all, you need a suitable audience that can accommodate more than 100 people, and you need a small teahouse-like garden with a stage.

It is unavoidable.

Not to mention the possibility that you may meet a good one, but they won't sell it.

It's so hard.

But for Minister Zhang, this couldn't be easier. He asked:

"I remember that there is a Sanqing Theater in Dashilar, what do you think?"

When Lang Heyan heard this, his eyes lit up.

Sanqing Theater was naturally the first place he considered.

Without it, the team he once led performed at the Sanqing Theater.

But at that time, Master's reputation was enough. After negotiating with the theater, they reserved the Peking Opera performance every Saturday afternoon, so that they would lend them other time for cross talk performances.

It is a harmonious coexistence.

One side provides the venue, and the other side helps to attract audiences to feed back Peking Opera.

but now.

Say something disrespectful to Master.

Going out now, Lin Qingfeng is at best an Internet celebrity, who the hell knows you.

Unless, win the championship of this game.

When Minister Zhang saw him like this, he knew it.

Just about to say something more, the bodyguard guarding the door knocked on the door and came in with his head.

Minister Zhang saw the situation, smiled, patted Lang Heyan on the shoulder, and left again.

The old man came and went in a hurry.

Lang Heyan was left alone and fell into confusion again.

So why did he talk to him for such a long time?

Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

Lang Heyan turned on the phone, and according to his own memory, he replayed the conversation with Minister Zhang in the memo, and then sent it to Lin Qingfeng.

Survival rule for apprentices: When you don't know whether something is good or bad, ask the master.

Just ask Master.

Anyway, Master will not harm you.

This caused Lin Qingfeng to just finish the cameraman's backstage interview, took out his phone, and uttered "A goose!"

The length of Lang Heyan's WeChat is comparable to Ning Kaixuan's essay.

Not even as good as Ning Kaixuan.

The news sent by Ning Kaixuan was segmented at any rate.

At least Lin Qingfeng could watch and take a breather.

Lang Heyan this news.

Lin Qingfeng dragged three screens on the mobile phone to finish the calculation.

However, Lin Qingfeng knew his apprentice very well.

He is different from Ning Kaixuan, there must be a reason for sending such a long message.

Sure enough, Lin Qingfeng dragged it to the top, and saw Lang Heyan saying, this is the conversation between Mr. Zhang and him just now. He didn't know if he said something wrong, so he roughly restored it, and asked Master to take a look.

So Lin Qingfeng could only take a serious look.

Although he believed in his apprentice's conduct, Lin Qingfeng couldn't help becoming serious when he saw his apprentice's seriousness.

After Lin Qingfeng read the news, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, Lin Qingfeng replied to Lang Heyan.

Lin Qingfeng: Don't panic, it's nothing serious.

Lin Qingfeng: You performed very well, I will tell you the details when I get home.

Actually, Lin Qingfeng didn't intend to talk about this matter in a crowded place.

After all, there are too many people talking.

Although it is good to know that the Ministry of Culture wants to support traditional culture.

But if people see it, they mistakenly think that Lin Qingfeng's coming to the competition is a secret operation of the Ministry of Culture.

At that time, no matter what his grades are, it will turn into a shady one.

The reviews on Lin Qingfeng and the Ministry of Culture are all an influence.

It's not that Lin Qingfeng doesn't believe in the audience's vision and appreciation level.

Rather, he knew that the Music Association would never give up this opportunity to pour dirty water on Lin Qingfeng.

But he also knows his apprentice very well.

Lang Heyan must still be uneasy after sending the news at this moment.

And keep recalling whether there is any mistake in what I said.

Lin Qingfeng needed to comfort him.

Just as Lin Qingfeng knew.

After sending the message, Lang Heyan, who was fidgeting in the room with his mobile phone in hand, even stood up and circled around the room like a donkey pulling a mill.

Until the phone vibrated, I saw Lin Qingfeng's reply.

Lang Heyan seemed relieved.

He sat back on the sofa again, racing against time to continue to recharge his batteries.

Yu Qian naturally heard Lin Qingfeng's exclamation before.

When Lin Qingfeng put away his phone, Yu Qian looked at Lin Qingfeng with a puzzled look.

Lin Qingfeng gave him a look to talk about when he went home.

The two of them turned their eyes to the TV screen in a tacit understanding.

Now it is the No.14 pair of actors performing on stage.

If nothing goes wrong, the game will be over soon.

Yu Qian suddenly felt a little nervous, and he asked:

"What ranking do you think we can get?"

Lin Qingfeng smiled:
"Is ranking important?"

Different from the madness when facing the camera, Lin Qingfeng is actually a person who sees things very thoroughly.

This game is here, what he wants and what he gets.

It's totally enough.

The game is over and the result is not that important.

What matters is whether you have any regrets in the process.

Anyway, Lin Qingfeng felt that he had no regrets.

But when facing the camera, he looked so arrogant.

It's actually very simple.

He is the class leader of Qingyun Club.

When he is alone, he can be humble and learn to be a man.

But he represents Qingyun Club.

Even in this competition, he and Yu Qian represented traditional cross talk.

It is an enemy of the new comic dialogue represented by the Music Association.

He must be arrogant.

That's what his character told him to do.

Yu Qian also smiled:

"In this case, think about what supper tonight?"

"Call my wife, let's have fun together."

(End of this chapter)