Shuang Qi

Upon waking up and receiving such an endless message, Jiang Qifeng's eyes showed a look of bewilderment.

Open the door and curtain to let the outside light shine into the bedroom, and the warmth in the sunlight made Jiang Qifeng wake up a bit.He patted his cheeks, turned over and got out of bed out of the bedroom.

"Senior brother, did you lose your soul early in the morning?" Wen Qiyu said to him while gnawing on a piece of bread.

There is a clock hanging on the white wall of the living room, and the hour hand on the dial has just passed eleven o'clock.

Early in the morning...?

But at this time Jiang Qifeng didn't intend to get entangled in these trivial matters, he frowned slightly, and asked in a calm voice: "Have you paid attention to Qin Jinrui recently?"

"Ah?" Wen Qiyu hadn't turned the corner yet. "What's up with him?"

Jiang Qifeng touched his hair, "I don't know, Lao Yang asked me to pay more attention to him."

"Then just pay attention when you have nothing to do? Old Yang always has his reasons."

In the following period of time, Jiang Qifeng really listened to Yang Wenjing's reminder. Whenever Qin Jinrui performed, he would listen attentively behind the curtain, and when he was free, he would talk to Qin Jinrui intentionally or unintentionally.It just went on for over a week and nothing came out.

……

In the new week, everything in Shuangqi Club was going on as usual, and the traditional monthly plan was proceeding calmly and steadily. Judging from the attendance rate, the audience did not decrease because of this.Jiang Qifeng was very pleased about this.

At this time, there are still nearly two hours before the start of the performance, and as soon as he enters the backstage, he can hear Jiang Hua's slightly green voice, talking in a serious but funny tone about "Xin Lun Peng Dou" published by Shuangqi Society words.

On the other side were enthusiastic people who voluntarily practiced with him. Zhu Wenli gave him a serious face, which showed his serious attitude.

This edition of Lun Ping Dou has been edited by Wen Qiyu, deleted and changed the original burden of saying that the whole family is dead, and has been completely refurbished. Last year, there was a performance of Chives and Eggs, and the response was very good.

That's why Jiang Qifeng was a little surprised when he heard the voice when he entered the stage. He didn't expect Jiang Hua to progress so fast under Xu Zhaolan's guidance?

He walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Xu Zhaolan, put his hands on his shoulders, raised his chin towards the focused figure not far away, and asked, "Brother Xu, what has Jiang Hua learned recently?"

Xu Zhaolan said frankly: "For Spring Festival couplets, playing lantern riddles, and discussing jokes. But it's just the wording down, it's not that interesting."

"You just ask my apprentice to measure his labor?"

"Isn't Xiao Zhu taking the initiative to invite Ying?"

Jiang Qifeng rolled his eyes at him: "Come on, my apprentice has been busy practicing new work recently, don't distract him with old tricks."

It just so happened that the two at the other end had finished their lines, and upon hearing this, Zhu Wenli approached and said with a modest smile, "Master, don't worry, it won't delay, I also want to practice more."

He said so himself, what else can Jiang Qifeng do?I had to pat him on the shoulder, and sighed sincerely: "It's really rare to see such a self-conscious and hardworking young man like you."

The sky was getting darker, and as dusk fell, the backstage gradually became lively.Most of the actors who will perform tonight are already preparing, but Qin Jinrui is the only one missing.

As a partner, Fang Jinqi is obviously the one who is most anxious. There are beads of sweat on his forehead, his brows are deep, and his eyes are full of sadness. The interface is in a daze.

"What are you looking at stupidly, call to remind me." Jiang Qifeng walked behind him and said calmly.

But Fang Jinqi turned back subconsciously when he heard the voice, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes.Immediately, he reacted and dialed his partner's phone.

"Where is it? This is about to start."

The background sound on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, presumably it was on a crowded road.

"Ah, ah, I'll be there soon! I was delayed by something just now."

"Then hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Jinqi rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Jiang Qifeng. "He said he'd be right there."

Jiang Qifeng is not a cold boss, so of course he wouldn't reprimand him for this kind of thing.

only……

"I remember, don't you live together? Why, have you had a conflict?" He was very puzzled.

Fang Jinqi lowered his head, his eyes seemed to be dodging something. "No, he just has some personal matters to deal with recently."

"That's it." Jiang Qifeng intentionally revealed a bit of clarity in his tone, but actually saw his little movements clearly.

Yang Wenjing has a good eye, and these two people are indeed hiding something.

But since they are unwilling to speak, there is no need to extract a confession like an interrogation. When the time comes, they will naturally know.

But, Jiang Qifeng really wanted to remind Fang Jinqi...he is really not good at lying.

"If anything happens, you must tell me." He tried to show a gentle smile, Fang Jinqi said.

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Just after May [-]st, Qulan Society is still in the limelight, Shuangqi Society is gradually catching up, but Dongcheng seems to have lost its last lingering warmth, and it looks more and more gloomy in the whole quyi industry.

But at this moment, the wind direction quietly reversed again.

I don't know where the rumor came out, saying that Tang Chong'an had discovered five "generals" in one fell swoop, and he would appear on the stage in Dongcheng soon.

On Sunday, twilight draws in and night falls.

Dongcheng Tea House's new week's program list was officially announced, and there were three unfamiliar and familiar names on it, which seemed to confirm the rumors that had spread in the industry not long ago.

Unfamiliar is strange because these three names have never appeared on Dongcheng's program list, and familiar is familiar because these three are well-known cross talk artists in Tianjin.

When Jiang Qifeng heard the news, his face darkened instantly.

If he remembers correctly, these three people are the pillars of Baiqu Garden, and they are the last trump card of Boss Ma Jianyuan.

"Tang Chong'an is very shameless for repeating the old tricks." Xu Zhaolan mocked unceremoniously.

Wen Qiyu leaned on the sofa with her legs crossed, very puzzled. "He digs people's corners and makes many enemies like this, isn't he afraid that one day he will be attacked by a crowd?"

"He has always used the strong to bully the weak, do you think Baiquyuan has the ability to fight back after being slashed like this?" Xu Zhaolan said, rolling her eyes while spitting out a mouthful of melon seeds.

After hearing this, Jiang Qifeng sweated for Ma Jianyuan.Over the past few years, the business of Baiqu Garden has become more and more depressed, and it can be said to be on its last legs, but judging from the current situation, it may not be possible to continue to live on in the future...

At this moment, he felt a shock coming from his left pocket, and then he heard the singing of the single-string "Wind and Rain Returning Boat", full of charm.

Hearing this voice, Wen Qiyu's limbs froze, really speechless, and gave him a thumbs up. "Brother, your ringtone is very recognizable."

Jiang Qifeng ignored his nonsense, looked down at the lit screen, and Ma Jianyuan's name appeared on the caller ID.

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

"You guys are chatting, I'll answer the phone."

……

Jiang Qifeng pressed the answer button, opened the door and left the backstage, found a quiet corner in the courtyard, stretched his trouser legs and squatted down.

After connecting the phone, I heard a broken wailing from the other end, the voice was full of anxiety.

"Feng, tell me what I can do. The old signboard of Baiqu Garden has been around for decades, how could it fall into my hands!"

"It is said that to learn art, you must first learn morality, but Tang Chong'an doesn't even have morality, what kind of artist he is!"

"It's only been half a month, and I've lost all three corners. How can I do this business! If Baiqu Garden is so yellow, I won't be able to live!"

Jiang Qifeng has known Ma Jianyuan for more than ten years. He has heard of Ma Jianyuan's tactful dealings with others, and he has also heard him playful and cynical. Business can bend and stretch both ways.

But I've never heard him wailing in pain and hoarse as he is today.

Being able to push Boss Ma to this point shows Tang Chong'an's vicious methods.

"Don't be too busy to despair, this matter may not turn around for him." Jiang Qifeng persuaded, and his thoughts have been turned a thousand times, hoping to give him a trick, no matter what, there must be a way first count on.

How could Ma Jianyuan listen to his persuasion at this moment, and woke up with snot and tears on the phone again, and howled: "You don't understand, you don't understand! How many endangered types of music are there in our Baiqu Garden , how many unknown artists, if there is no three said cross talk to support the box office, these old gentlemen will starve to death!"

"I understand." Jiang Qifeng's voice sank unconsciously, even trembling a little. "I understand."

He has seen that the audience is full of seats, but he has also experienced that the audience is empty.

Cross talk, a traditional folk art, has survived the most difficult winter, broke through the thick ice layer with all its strength, rejuvenated its youthful vitality, and continued its lifespan for decades with the support of more and more audiences .

Compared with other genres that are on the verge of being lost in the quyi industry, cross talk is lucky.

Jiang Qifeng recalled what he saw when he went back to Baiqu Garden several times. Those gentlemen with gray temples who still persisted on the stage, they haven't seen the luxuriant spring scenery yet...

There was a faint sobbing sound from the other end of the phone, and for a long while, Ma Jianyuan was so choked up that he couldn't even speak a whole sentence.

"I'm a businessman, I, I'm not a businessman, such, such a money-losing garden, it, he smashed it in my hand, I shouldn't, I shouldn't!"

The tip of Jiang Qifeng's nose was sour, and tears flooded his eyes unconsciously, a drop of warmth slipped down the wing of his nose, and touched the wrist holding the phone, leaving nothing but coldness.

He forced a smile and joked: "You are not a businessman. How can any businessman insist on such a thankless money-losing project for so many years? If you are a businessman, then you must be a stupid businessman."

"Hahaha! Maybe... Anyway, anyway, there is nothing." Ma Jianyuan's voice became hoarse, and the collapse and madness just now faded away, leaving only exhaustion. "Feng, I actually called you to ask, do you want this garden for you?"

Jiang Qifeng's heart shook violently.

He didn't dare to respond to these words.

"No, why did you suddenly think about this? The decades-old signboard, if you don't want it, you don't want it?" Jiang Qifeng was trying to maintain calm just now, but now there is a little more anxiety in his voice.

"Baiquyuan is hopeless, but you are different. Feng, you have to raise your wrists, you have to become a bigger role than him, you have to shine so brightly that you can trample Dongcheng and Tang Chong'an under your feet! I want to see One day he will follow in the footsteps of my Baiquyuan, and I want him not to stand up!" Ma Jianyuan gritted his teeth fiercely, even through the phone, he could hear the hatred in his tone.

Hate to the bone...