Shuang Qi

Hearing that they were going to drink, the two old actors who were few in the background waved their hands and declined, leaving a group of young people to play however they wanted.

Several people walked out of the garden. There were not many vehicles on this section of the road. Only the street lights were on in the early morning. The moonlight mixed with warm lights shone on the sidewalk. Jiang Qifeng caught a glimpse of a few unfamiliar but familiar figures on the other side of the road.

"Why does he..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qifeng had already reacted.

Today, Qulan Society also sealed the boxes. It just so happened that Zhang Xiuming was also at Tianqiao.

"Go outside and block me." Jiang Qifeng poked Xia Yuan's arm and whispered.

Xia Yuan was stunned, looked up and looked across the road, and immediately understood.

"Are you avoiding him? Besides, we are the only ones blocking the road in the dead of night. It's hard for people to see him."

It's not that he doesn't understand the truth, but Jiang Qifeng was still a little apprehensive when he met his former mentor, and said with a bitter face: "I didn't hide from him. One thing more is worse than one thing less. Just treat it as a good deed, and help me block it."

"There are only a few drinking places around here, you can hide for a while now, what if you run into them again later?"

Xia Yuan was still talking, but his feet had already given in, and he walked a few steps outside as he said, blocking Jiang Qifeng's figure on the outermost side.

Jiang Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and said indifferently: "That's impossible, he doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like to go to that kind of occasion."

After passing two intersections, the group of Qulan Club had long been left behind. Xia Yuan led his buddies into an alley with ease, and within a few steps, he could see a neon light in front of a shop. There is a string of English letters written on the red brick wall, which the illiterate people who talk about cross talk can't understand anyway.

Shen Shaoguang paid attention to the music played in the store, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he sincerely praised: "It's tasteful!"

"Oh? What song is this?" His current partner poked his head out from behind and asked suspiciously.

"I haven't heard of it, I don't know." Shen Shaoguang was very honest.

Xia Yuan laughed, and slapped him on the back of the head. "I don't know what you're wearing."

The environment of Qing Bar is quieter than ordinary bars, there are not so many noisy sounds, and the decoration in the store is also very stylish, which is pleasing to the eye.

As soon as they entered the store, they occupied the innermost table, put together three small tables, ordered a few dozen beers, and chatted in groups of two or three.

"Is the TV station so idle? Lao Zhao went to the agency again?"

I don't know who sighed, which attracted the surrounding people.

"He sealed the box and came on stage?"

"When I returned to the scene, I even said a single word."

"Huh..."

In today's information age, news dissemination is fast, that is, what just happened, everyone can see it when they turn on their mobile phones.

Jiang Qifeng thought about it, it seems that Tang Chong'an took great pains in order to seal the box for the performance.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was something in his words: "Boss Tang won a battle tonight, so I'm very happy to congratulate you."

Tang Chong'an is not here, but his victory is equivalent to Dongcheng's victory. There are all young people present, young and energetic, and they naturally smile when they hear this.

Someone raised a glass and yelled: "Come and have a drink, this thing should be celebrated!"

"Don't just drink it up before the salary is settled." Jiang Qifeng joked.

The girl at the bar came over with a plate of melon seeds and a plate of fruit, which just blocked Jiang Qifeng's sight. When he said "thank you" and looked up, he caught a glimpse of four or five people entering the door from the corner of his eye.

"The road to the enemy is narrow..."

Others soon noticed that Xia Yuan lightly bumped Jiang Qifeng's arm, raised his chin and asked him at the figure at the door: "Who are those from Qulan Society?"

"Hmm." Jiang Qifeng's tone obviously became very unhappy.

"Hey, Zhang Xiuming isn't here anyway, let's drink ours."

Jiang Qifeng didn't speak, but he was obviously not as active as before.

Why is it said that Yuanjia Road is narrow?Among the few people in Qulan Society, the one who walked in the front was an old acquaintance.

When Liu Sheng entered the door, he saw Jiang Qifeng in the corner at first glance. He couldn't explain why, but at that moment, he felt a little joy, the joy of reuniting after a long absence.But it was just that moment, when he reacted, there was only disgust in his eyes.

"Senior brother, what are you looking at?" A person who just entered the door and followed behind stepped forward. He was Yan Xiuwen's new apprentice not long ago, that is, Liu Sheng's junior apprentice.

"Did you see that guy in the corner, the one with the curly hair in the gray sweater..." Liu Sheng squinted at Jiang Qifeng, and pouted to point it out to his junior brother.

As expected, the junior brother followed the direction he indicated, and saw Jiang Qifeng who was drinking alone, wandering away from the crowd, and sighed: "It's quite fair."

Liu Sheng was speechless, and said in a low voice with hatred for iron and steel: "He is a traitor of Qulan Society."

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After the box was sealed, many reporters were attracted, and they wanted to write a novel about the Dongcheng Teahouse and Qulanshe. It was indeed as Xia Yuan said, Jiang Qifeng's name was capitalized and bolded on the On the title, next to it is Zhang Xiuming's name, which is very conspicuous and very interesting.

Jiang Qifeng only skimmed through one or two articles, and laughed angrily when he saw that 80.00% of them were nonsense.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is about to come, the annual vacation of Dongcheng Tea House lasts for one and a half months, which is longer than the winter vacation of Jiang Hua School.

With such a long vacation, Jiang Qifeng could have taken Jiang Hua back to his hometown as soon as the vacation was over, but the development of the world... inevitably exceeded his expectations.

"Hello, who is it?"

When answering the call, Jiang Qifeng was packing his suitcase.

The voice on the other end of the phone rang, it was Zhao Huyou.

"Young Master Jiang, are you interested in appearing on TV?"

A stone stirs up a thousand waves, and a sentence shocks the person concerned.

Jiang Qifeng was stunned and didn't answer for a while.

"What TV? What TV?"

Zhao Huyou explained: "The Spring Festival Gala recorded and broadcast in our station still has a place for language programs. I will reserve it for you. It will be recorded on the 27th. If you are interested, I will help you apply."

Jiang Qifeng was suspicious: "It will be recorded next week? Why did you tell me now?"

"Hey, this position was originally used to sing allegro for the old man. Unfortunately, the old man entered the hospital yesterday. I'm here to take the opportunity to inform you. You decide as soon as possible."

Jiang Qifeng was still hesitating. "I'll ask Xia Yuan, please wait a moment."

"Don't tell me!" Zhao Huyou hurriedly stopped him, and said earnestly: "There have been two cross talk sessions, I mean I want you to have a stand-up, so you don't need to ask him."

"Single-mouthed?" Jiang Qifeng couldn't help but feel hairy, why did the great mission from heaven hit him on the head?

"Just say you won't come."

go, don't go, go;

"Okay, I'll go." Jiang Qifeng agreed with a heartbroken heart.

It's not easy to come up with a show a week, let alone a show that's going to be on TV.

Besides, stand-up comic...Jiang Qifeng doesn't do it very often.

Zhao Huyou also knew that the time was tight and the task was heavy, and this job was quite embarrassing. As long as he had time this week, he would ask Jiang Qifeng to talk about the show on the stage, give him ideas, and help him correct the script.

Jiang Qifeng was overwhelmed by the task that suddenly hit his head. Although he was a little suspicious of why Zhao Huyou helped him so much, he didn't have time to think about it.

The day before the recording, during the last rehearsal on stage, Jiang Qifeng saw two familiar figures among many actors and entertainers.

Depend on……

Jiang Qifeng cursed inwardly, turned his head and walked back into the crowd, leaned over to the drinking fountain and pretended to pour water, avoiding the person not far away.

Li Sanqin was sitting by the stage, holding the script in his hand, and accidentally saw the figure walking back through the crowd, with a look of surprise in his eyes. "Mr. Zhang, is that your apprentice?"

Zhang Xiuming was right next to him. He frowned slightly when he heard this, and looked in the direction he pointed, and he saw Jiang Qifeng next to the water dispenser.He snorted coldly and turned his head away. "When will I have an apprentice again?"

Jiang Qifeng hid in the crowd, deliberately avoiding contact with Zhang Xiuming.There are so many stars in the TV station's party, no one pays attention to these few cross talk characters.

But after all, there are many people in the background, and there are always people who know the inside story, and when they see such a scene, they turn their heads and cover their mouths to whisper to others.

"Hey, look at Teacher Zhang and Mr. Jiang, there is a play."

The person who heard this was confused and asked him in a daze: "Mr. Zhang? Mr. Jiang? Who is it?"

"It's just wearing a coat and talking about cross talk. The two of them are old enemies. The master and the apprentice are against each other. What a big show!"

The man worked in the TV station, so he understood it as soon as he heard it, his eyes almost glowed green, like a beast that found its prey. "Hey! Take a photo and write two strokes, will it make the headlines?"

"Why do you think Zhao was promoted..."

Jiang Qifeng finally understood.Zhao Huyou is using his and Zhang Xiuming's popularity to seek his own future.

During the lunch break, the two met backstage.

"Mr. Zhao, you are not kind." Jiang Qifeng gritted his teeth.

Zhao Huyou waved his hand, and said haha ​​glibly: "This is a good thing for a win-win situation. Your popularity will soon catch up with Zhang Xiuming. What a great thing."

It's hard to refute.

The recording of the TV station's party was even harder than Jiang Qifeng imagined, and it took four to five hours to broadcast.

In fact, it may take two full days for all the staff to cooperate with each other to record several times.By the time it was his turn to take the stage, it was already the evening of the next day.

I don't know if the audience below was hired by the TV station. Anyway, the response seems to be pretty good. They laughed out loud when they had a spare time, and applauded enthusiastically after it was over, as if it was a real event.

But Jiang Qifeng knew in his heart that stand-up comedy is difficult, how could it be so easy to make people laugh.

"Young Master Jiang, you want to be on fire."

When he arrived at the entrance of the stage, Zhao Huyou reached out to give him a high five, and smiled and praised him by the way.

Jiang Qifeng didn't take it seriously, shook his head and went back to the backstage lounge to wait for the notification.

When he got to the corridor at the door of the lounge, a person walked towards him, the person he least wanted to meet.

The enemy's road is narrow...he could only think of this sentence.

"Teacher Zhang……"