Shuang Qi

Such a sentence pushed Jiang Qifeng to the tip of his knife. If he sang, he would be afraid of breaking down halfway through singing, and if he didn't sing, he would be afraid that Mr. Qiao would be displeased.

Before he could agree, Qiao Zhenhua said, "No need, you guys will show up later. When it's time to remove your makeup, you two can wait for me at the elegant table in front."

Jiang Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and the two agreed in unison.

"okay……"

The "Ya table in front" that Qiao Zhenhua said was actually the tea table under the stage. Every table in the garden had a character written on it.

There are more than 30 tables on the first and second floors, and there are fifty or sixty scattered seats, and there are more than 200 people when they are full.

However, from the tables and chairs, it can be seen that the business is indeed bleak. Except for the elegant table in the middle of the room, which seems to be used frequently, the other tables and chairs have accumulated dust and no one has cleaned them.

"The old man usually sits at this table, calls some old friends, and invites the theater troupe to sing in private." Wen Qiyu put his hand on the elegant table and said.

Jiang Qifeng looked around and saw the mahogany carved railings, the five-clawed golden dragon coiled on the platform pillars, the cloud patterns embroidered on the old curtains, and the red lanterns decorated on the beams of the roof, which were full of ancient charm. Such a good garden was abandoned, and he felt distressed.

"Did you make it clear when you contacted the old man?" Jiang Qifeng leaned on the chair, tilted his head and approached Wen Qiyu's ear, and asked in a low voice.

Wen Qiyu nodded: "I've said it all, wait for him to come out."

After waiting for ten minutes, Qiao Zhenhua came out with a tea mug in his hand.

"Come on, let's talk about you two."

When the two heard the voice, they immediately stopped gossiping and sat up straight.Wen Qiyu was about to open his mouth when he raised his hand to stop him.

"Whoever is in charge of the two of you will speak, as for the face and favor, I will take it into account."

Wen Qiyu had no choice but to turn her head to look at the people around her, which made Jiang Qifeng, who was planning to listen in the whole process, panic.

It's not that he hasn't seen a business discussion before, but it's indeed the first time for him to fight in person. If something is wrong, it's a matter of future...

After much deliberation, he finally bit the bullet and said: "I think you already know the purpose of our two brothers' visit. I dare not say that I am talking about cooperation with you. It's just that you have such a wonderful garden. It should be used to the fullest. "

Qiao Zhenhua's face is still pleasant at the moment, but his eyes are always full of amusement: "Your reputation is not very good, why should I cooperate with you?"

At first glance, it sounded like he was rejecting these words, but after a careful analysis, he could still hear the tone of his voice, which was to test Jiang Qifeng's ability.

Jiang Qifeng smiled and asked: "You often listen to operas, so do you listen to the joys and sorrows in the opera, or the chatter outside the opera?"

Qiao Zhenhua said: "That's different. What I'm listening to is an opera, but what you're talking about is cross talk."

Jiang Qifeng said again: "It's all folk art, it's all art left by our ancestors, why should there be high and low. Besides, when we come on stage in cross talk, we also divide characters. Costumes, why isn’t it considered a play?”

These words frightened Qiao Zhenhua, after thinking about it, he really didn't know how to refute him.

After a while, the playful smile on Qiao Zhenhua's face became even more serious: "Even if you are right, so many Peking opera troupes here have not been able to pay back their capital, let alone you? If I remember correctly, there is only one left in the cross talk industry. The two families have enough to eat. You, can you beat them?"

"You might as well listen to what we have." Jiang Qifeng chuckled lightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Master Qiyu and I advocate Xiuming from the class of Qulan Society, and we just won the championship of "Vientiane Return to Spring". rest assured.Not to mention how well-known it is, it has been on the Capital Satellite TV Spring Festival Gala, and it has been on the trending searches in a row, and the performance can have a hundred or eighty viewers.

In addition, we have invited Tianjin comic actors Xu Zhaolan and Yang Wenjing.I don't dare to say whether it can be a three-legged confrontation, but it will not lose money. "

Qiao Zhenhua's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't care at all. "What's in it for me?"

Jiang Qifeng said: "You just need to collect the money. Besides, we will perform three shows a week, so it will definitely not delay your listening to the play."

Qiao Zhenhua was silent for two or three minutes, during which time he drank two sips of tea and smoked half a cigarette, with a dignified expression.

"You two go up and perform a couple of episodes, and I'll see."

That said, there is an opportunity.

Fortunately, Wen Qiyu also reminded him in advance that both of them came with coats, and now they went to the backstage to put on their coats and made some rough preparations.

Jiang Qifeng asked while fastening the button: "Do you want to do a willow job first on stage?"

In the lingo of cross talk, Liuhuo means learning to sing, and learning a little tune from Peking Opera and Pingju opera counts as well.Qiao Zhenhua loves to listen to operas, and it just so happens that neither of them can sing well, so it's good to be able to do a willow job.

"It's possible, but we have to have something that can make him feel at ease." Wen Qiyu said.

After a few rough discussions, the Quande Zeitung was decided.

The leg work is just as good as it needs to be.

More than half an hour passed, the two sang and sang, acted and acted, with beads of sweat on their foreheads, standing on the stage waiting for the old man to speak.

But Qiao Zhenhua clicked his tongue loudly on purpose, and said critically: "Isn't cross talk just for fun, you've been working so hard for a long time, and you're sweating like jugglers on the overpass, so go back."

Jiang Qifeng explained: "The two of us have a plot and characters in this play. After all, cross talk is a language art, which is different from juggling. You have to watch it carefully..."

Qiao Zhenhua said disapprovingly: "You can still pick on the audience when you are on stage? You can't do it if you don't make me laugh."

Jiang Qifeng swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and it was obvious that there was only one audience in the audience, so how should he act?

"How about we change it for you again, and you can listen to it again?"

Qiao Zhenhua stubbed out the cigarette butt, and said thoughtfully, "I heard that you two were very interesting to play "The Right Arm and Right Arm" on TV, so let's play that one."

Jiang Qifeng suddenly had a bitter face: "It's a group crosstalk, and it needs three people to perform it."

"You can change five people into three people, and it's so difficult to change three people into two people."

"No, this really won't work..."

Qiao Zhenhua was impatient, so he glanced at him and said, "Can't a cross talk actor learn anything from flying in the sky, swimming in the water, jumping in the grass husk? You can teach me how to play monkeys here, and I can learn it." I promise."

Doesn't this make things difficult for people?

Wen Qiyu's face turned pale when he heard it, and he subconsciously looked at Jiang Qifeng's reaction, but saw that he was surprisingly calm, with his head bowed and silent.

"Brother..."

Jiang Qifeng still didn't respond, only resisting in his heart.

If he is in a certain job today and the plot requires it, then of course he will do his best to act without hesitation.

But obviously not right now.

Qiao Zhenhua dragged his voice and said: "If you don't have the skills, don't take this job. Even Qulan Society can't keep you. Where else do you want to go?"

Judging from the current situation, it seems that the talks have collapsed.

Wen Qiyu looked at Jiang Qifeng nervously, while trying to save him: "Grandpa, please give me another chance, my senior brother is really capable, you can see..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qifeng stretched out his hand to block him behind, took a step forward, and said in a cold voice: "We are talking about cross talk, not making a fool of yourself, making strange noises, this kind of amusement is not us, that is not ridiculous at all."

These words were said by Mr. Ma Sanli, a master of cross talk. It seemed a little strange to say it from Jiang Qifeng's mouth, but it just expressed his dissatisfaction in his heart.

The pot is already broken, so there is nothing to bear, Jiang Qifeng said bluntly: "If you didn't pay attention to our cross talk from the beginning, we just leave, there is no need to waste each other's time." Pulling Wen Qiyu was about to leave.

Wen Qiyu was shocked, and tried her best to hold Jiang Qifeng back, and both sides had to persuade him.

"Don't, don't, senior brother, don't be impulsive... Grandpa, please think about it again, can we discuss it calmly?"

Such a fuss aroused Qiao Zhenhua's interest on the contrary. Just seeing him being respectful just now, he turned out to be quite temperamental.

"You stop first."

Hearing Qiao Zhenhua's voice, Wen Qiyu heaved a sigh of relief. He knew this man's temperament, and he could call them over even though he didn't listen to the cross talk.

"Brother, you can calm down, everything can be discussed."

Jiang Qifeng stopped in his tracks, stood there for three seconds and hesitated, and finally came back to his senses. "If you are willing to discuss it carefully, I was offended earlier."

The three of them returned to their previous positions, sitting in front of the elegant table, on which there was a completely cold white dragon ball.

Qiao Zhenhua asked with a serious face: "I can't appreciate your work, tell me how you want to prove your strength?"

Wen Qiyu still had lingering fears about Jiang Qifeng's reaction just now, and said for him first: "Only the sales can prove our strength. You can let us try it. If the sales are not satisfactory, it is not too late for us to pack up and leave."

Qiao Zhenhua's face softened a lot, but he still didn't let go: "If you really don't have the ability, is this tormenting you or tormenting my precious garden?"

Wen Qiyu laughed and said, "Why am I so incompetent? I'll get you a ticket for my dad's theater performance tomorrow."

Speaking of theater tickets, Qiao Zhenhua's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed: "Okay, okay! You're also ignorant, I wouldn't have quarreled with you for so long if I said this earlier!"

Wen Qiyu quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Didn't you just remember this?"

He agreed, but Qiao Zhenhua was not a fool after all. He put down the matter of theater tickets and said seriously: "Since it is a trial run, we have to have a contract. I don't need you to talk about it yourself. How can you be considered capable? I Let's decide."

Jiang Qifeng finally calmed down: "You said..."

Qiao Zhenhua thought for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "Three days a week is too little, at least five days. There are still three months until the box is sealed. During these three months, I will have more than half of the attendance every day, and no one is allowed to leave in the middle.

In addition, I request that the box sealing be scheduled on the same day as Qulan Club, and the attendance rate should not lose to Qu Lan Club.If you can do all of these, after unpacking the box next year, this place will be in charge of you. "