Shuang Qi

About Qiao Zhenhua, where should I start?

Wen Qiyu found some long-term memories from himself and his mind, which were scattered impressions about Boss Qiao. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but sigh that this person's personality is more than just a person who can describe it as he pleases...

"Boss Qiao has at least five stores in Dongcheng District. He used to serve dim sum from time to time. Since his son graduated from college, he has completely let go of it. He spends all day in various theaters, and he still runs the theater himself."

"When the garden first opened, I found a troupe to sing, and people bought tickets to go in because of the freshness. The business was good for the first two months, but it's only been two months.

If you think about it, it takes several hours to sing the whole book of a play, and tourists go there, who would like to listen to the babbling all afternoon?It turns yellow within half a year. "

Wen Qiyu first talked about the old affairs of Yuanzi in general, and then got to the main topic, it was time to talk about Qiao Zhenhua.

"Why do you say Boss Qiao has a weird temper? If someone else can't do it, it's fine. It's not a loss if you sell it or change it to another business. However, this opera idiot just doesn't change. He only sings operas, storytelling and cross talk. shut out.

Let's talk and sing operas. There are not many troupes who set up their own stage to sing operas. Who would be willing to pay so much rent to sing for people who don't know what to do?It is no surprise that no one cares about it now. "

After hearing these words, Jiang Qifeng's brows gradually knit into a ball, and his heart sank again and he began to worry.

"Pingshu and crosstalk are all rejected, so what else do we want?"

Wen Qiyu groped her thumb and said confidently: "Based on the friendship between our old man and him, it's possible that he won't make this exception."

Jiang Qifeng was dubious: "The friendship is from the previous generation, why should we make an exception?"

"No matter how casual he is, he is still a businessman, and he will still consider making money. Besides, we are no better than Master. It is impossible to perform every day. At most, we will perform three days a week. It does not hinder him." Listen to the play."

If you think about it carefully, it makes sense. Anyway, ask someone out to have a meal and talk, maybe you can win it.

Jiang Qifeng stretched his brows, but changed the subject and asked another question: "It's just the two of us, how do we act?"

Crosstalk conferences come one after another, counting as six shows in one night, at least three pairs of actors will be performing alternately, right?If you really want to start a club from scratch, you can't just have them.

"Go to the theater school to recruit actors?" Wen Qiyu asked.

"No." Jiang Qifeng shook his head and resolutely rejected it. "It's not that we can't recruit people, but we can't just rely on the children from the drama school. We need to establish ourselves within three years before we have the opportunity to train our own newcomers. Now we must find experienced actors to join the team and ensure that tickets are sold first."

When saying these words, Jiang Qifeng had locked two candidates in his mind.

"You have another idea?" Wen Qiyu propped his head and looked at him.

Jiang Qifeng smiled and said two names: "Xu Zhaolan, Yang Wenjing."

Yang Wenjing is Xu Zhaolan's old partner, and the two played together when they were young. Unexpectedly, the seven-year itch would also be fulfilled in the cross talk partner, and they each worked their own way for three full years.

Not long ago, the two got back together, and Xu Zhaolan returned to Tianjin.

But as far as Jiang Qifeng knew, their original class was almost down and out, the audience was deserted, and sometimes the audience was not as many as the backstage actors.

In this case, it is definitely impossible to keep the actors. Instead of giving up two good actors to others, it is better to recruit yourself.

Wen Qiyu's eyes lit up, this is an idea!

"It's a trick for you to recruit two, and it's also a trick to recruit four. Let Brother Xu bring two when he comes!"

Jiang Qifeng was overjoyed, and raised his hand to give him a brain collapse: "It's so easy for you!"

After discussing these matters, the two of them contacted their own contacts that night.Xu Zhaolan agreed without hesitation, saying that he was thinking of changing jobs, but Qiao Zhenhua was not very optimistic, and it was Wen Qiyu's soft-spokenness that made him agree to meet up after one night.

"Did you postpone this Saturday's show? I just made an appointment with Boss Qiao." Wen Qiyu turned to Jiang Qifeng as soon as he hung up the phone.

Jiang Qifeng had concerns. Although Wen Qiyu had vowed that it would be successful, there was always a contingency. If Qiao Zhenhua really refused to cooperate, wouldn't he be cut off after pushing the show?

"We're going to perform at night, so can't we make an appointment with Boss Joe for noon?"

Wen Qiyu was also helpless: "I listen to the opera at noon, and I always don't want to be disturbed."

It seems that we can only gamble once and for all.

"Success, if Boss Qiao really does what you said, everything will work."

Jiang Qifeng made up his mind and sent a message to the colleagues he worked with before, blocking his way out.

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On Saturday evening, when night falls, the city is lit up with neon lights, and Qianmen Street is particularly lively.

Tourists walked side by side in twos and threes, either holding a large bucket of old Beijing sour plum soup in their hands, or holding a bunch of candied haws.

In such a bustling city, there is only one place where the front door is deserted and deserted. At most, tourists stop and take out their mobile phones to take pictures when they pass by. No one buys a ticket to go in.

"Just this garden has been kept for ten years?" Jiang Qifeng has been to the front door several times, but the sense of existence of this yard is too low. He has never paid attention to it no matter how many times he comes here. Looking at it today, he can't help but sigh: "Boss Qiao is really stubborn..."

The ticket booth in front of the theater was like a decoration, and there was an elder sister guarding it, but she just looked down at her mobile phone, and even if the two walked in so openly, she planned not to question her aloud.

"Hello, is Boss Qiao in the garden?" Wen Qiyu stepped forward, with a polite smile on his face, and asked tentatively.

The eldest sister didn't even look at him, she waved her hand and said like a fly: "Go in and find something, if you're not in the backstage, you can sit in a private seat under the stage."

The two looked at each other, thanked each other politely, and went in.

When I entered the door, I looked under the stands first. The tables and chairs are neat and tidy, but it always gives people a feeling that the upper part has been dusted.I glanced over, but there was no one in sight.

According to what the ticket sales lady just said, it's either backstage or offstage. Now that there is no one in the audience, it must be in the backstage.

but……

"Isn't it good to go directly into someone's backstage?"

"We made an appointment in advance, so it should be fine."

The scene in the backstage was something they didn't expect. The front was deserted and deserted, even the tables and chairs were covered with dust, but the backstage was full of all kinds of outfits, and there were oil paints on the makeup table, as if they had been used not long ago. .

A sanxian was leaning against the corner of the wall, and a man was sitting not far away. His hair, which was strangled in gauze, had been mixed with a lot of silver.

But the drama makeup that has not been removed on his face completely conceals his age, and he looks very heroic from a distance.

Wen Qiyu walked over with a smile, without seeing anyone else, picked up the sanxian by the wall, fiddled with it twice, played a few notes casually, then looked back at Qiao Chongan and joked: "Master, are you still here?" How about tinkering with these?"

Qiao Zhenhua paused for a moment while taking off the strap, and suddenly put it back on again, with obvious joy in his tone: "It just happened to be here, hurry up and pretend to have fun with me!"

Wen Qiyu was startled, and quickly persuaded with a wry smile: "Don't tell me, I came to talk to you this time, and it's time to go home and go to bed after I'm done with my face. What else should we talk about?"

"Then don't make a fool of yourself, just put on your outfit and sing a couple of verses with me. If you don't want to sing, I can talk to you!"

Jiang Qifeng watched from the side, clicking his tongue secretly, this boss Qiao is also childish.

Seeing that he couldn't push it, Wen Qiyu thought about singing two verses and it wouldn't take long. After looking at his appearance carefully, he turned around and rummaged through the clothes hanger.

"Which one do you sing?"

"I don't know which one to pick, you can put on whatever you want." Qiao Zhenhua said with a smile, lifted the curtain and went on stage.

Wen Qiyu looked at the outfit he had just taken off in his hand, and then at the fallen door curtain, blurted out "I'll go", and muttered softly: "This is not singing two verses, this is the final exam..."

"Can you still sing Gandan?" Jiang Qifeng leaned over with great interest, stretched out his hand and patted his neatly folded sleeves, and joked, "Come on, play with the old man and be happy." gone."

Wen Qiyu glared at him, but she was really coquettish, and then she lifted the curtain and went up to the stage, and sang an opera with Mr. Qiao Zhenhua in front of the empty garden.

Jiang Qifeng recalled that the old man had been ignoring him just now, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, it's better not to go out to disturb people's interest at this time, so he listened in the background, and sang along with his hands in a low voice.

Perhaps it was because no one had been with the old man to enjoy the show for a long time, Qiao Zhenhua pulled Wen Qiyu to sing one after another, and it took more than half an hour before he stopped.

When the two of them returned to the backstage, Jiang Qifeng poured hot tea for him with a wink, and praised with a smile: "Master, your singing and opera are full of charm, which shows your skills."

Only then did Qiao Zhenhua stare at him for a while, but didn't say anything.He only took a sip of the hot tea and put it down. He walked to the mirror and sat down, starting to remove his makeup.

Jiang Qifeng cast a look of pleading help at Wen Qiyu: what does this mean?It won't be cold, will it?

Wen Qiyu avoided the mirror to make sure the old man wouldn't see it, and then gestured and mouthed to Jiang Qifeng: The old man likes operas, and you can sing one to make him happy!

Jiang Qifeng was in a hurry: Isn't it my job to sing an opera here?

Wen Qiyu thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up: Don't you know some single-stringed drums and ditty tunes, just sing a piece!

Jiang Qifeng bit the bullet and glanced at Mr. Qiao who was still taking off his makeup, his eyes became more hesitant: Are you sure?

Wen Qiyu returned her firm gaze: Believe me, that's right!

The two of them were flirting with each other for a while, although Qiao Zhenhua didn't see it, he could guess a little bit, and said in a calm tone, "What are you doing behind my back?"

Wen Qiyu stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, leaned closer and said with a smile: "Hey, I just saw you have Xian'er here, and I wanted to say that my senior brother Shan Xian'er sings well, and I want him to try Xian'er for you." Sing a passage." While talking, she still didn't forget to turn her head and wink at Jiang Qifeng.