Shuang Qi

In this case, confrontation is really not a good choice.

Jiang Qifeng turned sideways calmly, and Wen Qiyu and Xu Zhaolan beside him also took a step back, and the three of them made way out of the way, Jiang Qifeng said in a low voice: "Boss Tang, my condolences."

It was clearly a sincere reassurance, but Tang Chong'an could hear... pity...

"You think I'm sad?" He frowned tightly, and stared at Jiang Qifeng with two points of sternness in his eyes.

Jiang Qifeng's eyebrows twitched, and he was a little speechless.

"It would be better if you were optimistic."

After all, he didn't wait for Tang Chong'an to pass first, and directly bypassed the two of them and left.

Wen Qiyu followed Jiang Qifeng silently all the way, but couldn't help but smack her tongue in secret. When Tang Chong'an and Huang Qiying could no longer be seen behind her, she couldn't help but whispered: "Boss Tang is because of the old man. Is there something wrong with the grief of death? It’s not shameful to argue with us juniors.”

"He is very hypocritical, he just forgot to act today, showing his true colors." Xu Zhaolan said with a cold snort.

Jiang Qifeng glanced at Xu Zhaolan, a little surprised by his reaction.This person is usually careless and careless, and he rarely hates a person like this.

"Do you have a festive relationship with Boss Tang?"

Xu Zhaolan's face became even uglier when the old things were brought up. "I told you back then that I came to Beijing by myself because of a conflict with Lao Yang. I later found out that the incident had something to do with Tang. He acted like an upright gentleman , I really believed in his evil! Now thinking of his hypocrisy, I could spit it out overnight."

Jiang Qifeng frowned slightly, for a moment he didn't know what to praise him for.

"He's really good at prying corners."

-

The sting of insects in March brings spring back to the earth.

Dongcheng Tea Club, Qulan Club, and Shuangqi Club have unpacked one after another, and began to devote themselves to the new "battlefield" in the new year.

Tang Chong'an finally listened to Huang Qiying's persuasion, and organized the first cross talk show in Beijing/Beijing this year with the gimmick of "paying tribute to the predecessors and paying tribute to the art". They relied on Mr. Tang's remaining warmth in the industry to arouse the feelings of many old audiences. , this special show was considered a complete success, and the box office of the show was really gratifying.

This move was widely discussed among the peers. In addition to praise, many people felt contempt for it, thinking that Tang Chong'an even ignored the heat of his father's death, which was immoral and unfilial.

Compared with the mixed reputation of Dongcheng Tea House, Qulan Tea House has received rave reviews.

Pei Linchuan and Chu Qiansheng returned, saving money at the Tianqiao Store of Qulan Society every Saturday night. As soon as the news came out, it was hard to get a ticket for the Tianqiao Store of Qulan Society, and a creature called the scalper, which had almost disappeared in the Xiaoyuan of Crosstalk, also reappeared. Now the rivers and lakes.

It is said that even if a single seat sells for [-] yuan, there are still people who want it.The enthusiasm of the audience has lasted for more than a month and has not subsided. This year is destined to be a year of revival for Qu Lan Society.

Compared with these two competitors, Shuangqi Club's limelight is much dimmed.

Seeing that it has been more than a month since the box was unpacked, and I haven't seen any outstanding performances yet, Jiang Qifeng didn't take this matter to heart, but someone was more anxious than him.

On weekend nights, there are not a few pedestrians on Qianmen Street. Even so, the crowd surrounded by the gate of Shuangqi Club is still very eye-catching.

At night, these twenty or so young girls surrounded a big guy, this scene was really eye-catching.

"Is this a star?"

"Cross talk actors also have illegitimate meals these days?"

"Don't tell me, the actors in Shuangqi Club are all handsome."

In the middle of the crowd, Jiang Qifeng was surrounded and had nowhere to hide. He regretted letting Wen Qiyu go out to call a car first.

Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave for a while...

"Then what, it's still playing tomorrow, everyone is too enthusiastic."

While speaking, Jiang Qifeng poked around, there was no gap, no gap, he couldn't move an inch.

"The signature was signed and the photo was taken. Do you have any other needs?" Jiang Qifeng clasped his hands together and said humbly.

Only a gentle voice came from the crowd.

"Mr. Jiang, when will you hold a special session?"

Some people took the lead, and the others became more courageous, and followed suit;

"Yes, yes, is there any special performance recently?"

"Dongcheng and Qulan are very lively recently, it seems that Shuangqi Club is too deserted."

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help laughing. He looked at the group of nervous girls in front of him who were worried about him and Shuangqi Club. To be honest, he was a little moved.

"It's a pity that there won't be any special shows in the near future. It was announced on the Internet before, and there will be commercial performances in June."

The girl in front of him changed her complexion at a speed visible to the naked eye, feeling disappointed, regretful, and hesitant to speak.

Jiang Qifeng opened his mouth, he actually wanted to comfort everyone not to worry.

Although on the surface it seems that Shuangqi club has lagged behind a lot this month, but only looking at its own box office and attendance, it has been stable and slowly rising.Sometimes, people don't only show their pros and cons by comparing themselves with others.

But he hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything.

There is no need to tell the audience these words clearly, the future will be long, let's use your strength to convince the audience.

"Okay, you are all girls, don't you worry about staying at home so late?"

"I'm leaving, you guys go home quickly."

……

In the car, Wen Qiyu complained and gave Jiang Qifeng a fierce look.

"I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour, why are you so slow!"

Jiang Qifeng explained helplessly: "I was surrounded by the audience. Next time we will go together and leave together."

Wen Qiyu was still dissatisfied: "You are not a big star, why are people surrounding you?"

Jiang Qifeng rubbed his junior brother's hair casually, and said: "It's not because our colleagues are too noisy, it seems that we are too quiet. Well, people are willing to surround me, which means that we are not dead, and it is a good thing."

Wen Qiyu dodged to the side, avoiding his "devil's claws", raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Since when did you become so trendy, you even know you're dead?"

Jiang Qifeng was speechless.

"I used to look outdated?"

"You are very outdated when you use the word "outdated". "

……

In the past, March and April were the late autumn of the industry, but this year, the situation has changed, and it seems like midsummer is coming.

It's not that Shuangqi Society has no action at all. According to Jiang Qifeng's intention, this year continues what it did last year - returning to tradition.

With the addition of Chrysostom this year, it will be even more difficult to meet the requirement of not repeating the programs set last year.

When reporting programs, Jiang Qifeng did not compete with the newcomers for those well-known programs, but only focused on reporting some old jokes that were almost lost.

Wen Qiyu has worked hard in private this year, and now it is no big problem to keep up with the progress of his senior brother.

Xu Zhaolan looked at the program list in his hand, and couldn't help but tease him: ""Xue Xihe", "The Sorrow of the Sages", "Talking about the Four Books"...Did you two go to archaeology during the Chinese New Year?"

Jiang Qifeng shrugged and said nothing, but he vomited bitterness in his heart.

I don't know if there is no archeology in the exam, but it is true that Jian Tian'er practiced kung fu in the morning and recalled his youth.

Qin Jinrui walked over with a cup of milk tea in his hand, sat down on the side, and said with some hesitation: "Our audience is generally young now, can they really accept the old tradition of one month?"

Jiang Qifeng said disapprovingly: "Young people may not like traditional ones. Didn't you hear that the audience at the Peking Opera Theater has become much younger in the past two years? We have no feelings to sell. It's okay to walk slowly, just be steady. gone."

Qin Jinrui's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't speak any more.Jiang Qifeng and Xu Zhaolan continued to talk about the show, while Wen Qiyu listened from the sidelines, occasionally interjecting a few words to offer his own suggestions, and the atmosphere in the backstage was joyous.

Not far away, Yang Wenjing never participated in their discussion, but there was obviously more intriguing relief in his eyes.

At the end of the evening performance, Jiang Qifeng was the last one to come down, and Wen Qiyu was waiting for him in the background.

But to his surprise, besides Wen Qiyu, there was another person sitting on the sofa in the backstage.

Yang Wenjing is older, and he always goes home to rest after performing his own shows. I don't know where he made a mistake today, and he actually waited until the end of the show.

"Lao Yang?" Jiang Qifeng rubbed his eyes to make sure that he read correctly.

Before Yang Wenjing opened his mouth, Wen Qiyu went up to him and said cheerfully, "Brother Yang said he wanted to chat with you, so let's go have a late-night snack!"

"Don't take me with you when you're hungry, I don't have the habit of eating at night."

Yang Wenjing dismissed Wen Qiyu's proposal very shamelessly, then turned his gaze back to Jiang Qifeng, and said seriously: "I have something to ask you, so let's talk about it here."

Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Qifeng became more serious, put down the things in his hands and sat down on the sofa.

"Okay, you say."

Yang Wenjing looked at him and asked, "I remember you said that you have a three-year bet with Mr. Zhang?"

"Yes."

Regarding this matter, Jiang Qifeng did not hide it from the beginning. Everyone in Shuangqi Club knew about it, but no one usually mentioned it.

In a blink of an eye, it has been two years.

"There is only the last year left." Yang Wenjing changed the subject, with a slightly dignified tone: "Our recent limelight is a bit unsatisfactory."

Yang Wenjing is an actor who concentrates on his works, and he never pays attention to these matters of fame and fortune. Why did he suddenly ask today?Jiang Qifeng was in a trance for a moment, and was stunned for two seconds.

Afterwards, he temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said calmly: "Don't judge a hero by momentary success or failure."

Yang Wenjing stared at him closely, those deep eyes seemed to want to see through him.

"I thought you should take this seriously."

“How come you see?”

Yang Wenjing was silent for a moment, and the room fell into a brief silence.

Wen Qiyu, who was playing with his mobile phone, found that the conversation between the two had stopped abruptly, so he couldn't help but raised his head, his eyes were a little dazed.

After a while, Yang Wenjing spoke again, and he mentioned an old incident, with a sharp edge between the lines.

"Four years ago, you left Qulan Society and moved to Dongcheng. Why?"