Shuang Qi

When the time came, the lights on the stage were turned on, and the audience in the audience took their seats one after another. Tonight was still the start of the show with leek eggs.

Because the stage style of the two is relatively lively, it is most suitable for the opening, and the scene will be heated up in a few sentences.

As the cross talk conferences took place one after another, Jiang Qifeng would quietly observe behind the curtain from time to time, taking into account the performances of the actors on stage and the reactions of the audience.Over the past few days, I can already see the personal style, strengths and weaknesses of each actor.

"What are you writing?" Wen Qiyu asked from behind him.

Jiang Qifeng didn't even raise his head: "Remember their questions and have a small meeting when you have time."

"Ahem..." Wen Qiyu choked on two sips of Coke, patted his chest to calm down, and then sighed: "Are you serious enough, keep improving?"

The two of them spoke in a low voice, but the backstage actors could hear them clearly. Perhaps they were infected by Jiang Qifeng's earnestness. The young guys who were just playing around just now were serious about their words.

Just after nine o'clock, Qin Jinrui and Fang Jinqi in the fourth scene had just stepped off the stage. They rubbed their hands and took off their coats as if they were relieved. When the two stepped down, they looked like they were relieved.

Jiang Qifeng didn't pay much attention at first, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Jinrui's expression suddenly felt something was wrong, and he fixed his gaze on him suddenly. "What happened just now? Is it difficult to act?"

Qin Jinrui faltered and couldn't answer, and kept looking at his partner for help.

"Tell me." Jiang Qifeng clicked on Fang Jinqi directly.

Fang Jinqi only hesitated for three seconds, and quickly told the truth about the previous situation: "The audience in the box on the second floor brought in their own wine. The movement is not small. I guess they are about to drink too much..."

"pat..."

Jiang Qifeng was in a daze when he heard the words, and with a shake of his hand, he knocked the imperial board on the table to the ground.

Wen Qiyu came to his senses first, lowered his head, picked up the board and put it back on the table, patted him on the shoulder reassuringly and said, "Don't panic, brother Xu is not bad at controlling the field, he can hold it steady."

When he finished speaking, Jiang Qifeng's brows were already frowned: "Is there no rule in this garden that you are not allowed to bring your own drinks?"

"This..." Wen Qiyu glanced at the other actors beside him, with some hesitation in his tone. "There should be regulations, but we haven't asked people to check, and they may not know."

"Let Sister Wang watch from tomorrow." Jiang Qifeng ordered.

Sister Wang was the one who was playing with her mobile phone at the ticket gate when they first came back. After the listing of Shuangqi Club, she was the one who sold and checked tickets. Now there is another security check, and she is busy.

I don't care too much about this meeting, Jiang Qifeng wrote down a few more notes in the notebook, then got up and stood guard by the gate, listening to the movement on the stage, and preparing to take the stage later.

"Then what do you mean that business is not in harmony?"

"The coffin shop."

"is it?"

"This coffin shop can't be friendly, it doesn't matter whoever comes, I can only reply with "sorry and change". "

"Can't we move the shoe shop to the coffin shop?"

Listening to Xu Zhaolan and Yang Wenjing's back and forth, there is nothing to worry about because they have a solid foundation. This "Business Theory" is so stable that people can't find any faults.

"An Liang is playing with the wheel as a car."

"That's such a mess!"

The show was finally coming to an end, when suddenly there was a loud noise from the box on the second floor.

"boom!"

I saw a teacup fall to the ground on the first floor in response, and the good porcelain cup was smashed to pieces, but fortunately no one was hit.

The whole audience couldn't help but turn their heads when they heard such a big commotion, and couldn't help but exclaim after watching, the scene fell into chaos for a while.

The two people on the stage were also startled, they thought something was wrong in their hearts, and said the rest of the words according to the words, Yang Wenjing waved his sleeves and put down "Go to you", after the two bowed, they seemed to run away Backstage.

It is reasonable to say that the host should go up to announce the curtain now, but if there is such a disturbance before, if you ignore it and pretend not to see it, it will inevitably appear a bit blunt...

But if the show is suspended and the mess is cleaned up, not to mention that the drunk man does not cooperate with him, there will be extra problems. Anyway, this performance accident is definitely going to be confirmed.

Xu Zhaolan was already in a cold sweat when he returned to the backstage. He quickly unbuttoned and changed his coat, took a sip of cold water to let himself breathe, and then cast a self-seeking look at Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu.

What scene has Jiang Qifeng not seen?But he had never seen this scene before.

Before the host announced the curtain call, he immediately gave Wen Qiyu a look, walked onto the stage first, straightened the microphone, and said politely with a polite smile on his face: "Here, let me remind you, our theater Drinks are not allowed, the elder brother on the second floor who drank too much can wash his face and drink some tea if necessary."

His voice was not deep, but it had an inexplicable power. The chaotic scene just now gradually calmed down. There were still whispers from the audience, but they all turned around and sat back in their seats.

"Brother, remember to settle the bill for the cup before leaving later."

Jiang Qifeng added another sentence with a chuckle, and the atmosphere on the field eased a lot.

"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Learning Four Provinces", performed by Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu."

After finishing the curtain call, he went back to the stage gate, waited for two or three seconds, walked forward with Wen Qiyu, and stood in the middle of the stage.

The faces of the two of them were normal, as if nothing had happened just now, they laid out the words according to the normal rhythm, and threw a casual little burden from time to time to make the audience laugh, completely calming the impetuous hearts underneath, and let the audience's attention focus on on stage.

Jiang Qifeng glanced at the box on the second floor intentionally or unintentionally. Xu Zhaolan had already changed his coat and rushed over, negotiating with the audience at that table in a low voice. Drunkenness.

The little girl who was in charge of pouring tea in the garden came in lightly with a broom, walked to the place where the teacup fell, and carefully cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces.The little girl quietly retreated to the door after sweeping the mess, and gave Jiang Qifeng an ok sign before leaving.

Jiang Qifeng gradually let go of his hanging heart and continued to devote himself to tonight's performance.

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Just entered November, just in the evening of Monday, the old trees on both sides of Qianmen Street were bare, the copper bells in front of the old houses along the way made a crisp and melodious sound in the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun burned the clouds in the sky into red. Under the setting sun, there was chattering with each other.

"Wearing long johns? Are you afraid of looking bloated?" Qin Jinrui put Xu Zhaolan's shoulders and winked at him.

Xu Zhaolan waved his hands and said carelessly: "What are you afraid of? There are water pants outside the long johns, and you can't see anything if you cover it with a coat."

"Brother Xu, there is no performance today on Monday." Fang Jinqi reminded him.

"Hey, don't I know that Monday is off?" Xu Zhaolan rolled his eyes at him, and then asked impatiently, "Why did you ask us to come back if there is no performance?"

Yang Wenjing thought for a while and said, "The last time he said he would have a meeting when he was free, it should be today."

……

A group of comedians having a meeting, what kind of scene is that?A leader speaks, and a bunch of people laugh at each other?

"You haven't held a meeting?" Yang Wenjing couldn't help but be a little surprised seeing his distorted expression. It stands to reason that he had stayed in Dongcheng for three years before, and it was a big class club like Dongcheng Tea House. There were many people and things. One moment?

Xu Zhaolan scratched her head: "If there is a meeting, it is also held by the leader, so I don't have a chance to get involved."

While talking, we arrived at the entrance of Shuangqi Club. The gate was wide open, and the ticket booth was not empty. There were only a few passers-by in front of the gate and sighed regretfully looking at the water sign saying "Closed today".

As soon as they entered the backstage, it was lively, from Shuangqi Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu, down to the little girl serving tea and Sister Wang, who should come and who shouldn't even Qiao Zhenhua came.

"Your meeting is quite big..." After Xu Zhaolan said, he glanced awkwardly at Qiao Zhenhua who was sitting beside him.

Jiang Qifeng shrugged his shoulders, feeling quite helpless, he really didn't invite Qiao Zhenhua, who knows how he met Qiao Zhenhua as soon as he entered the backstage today, and when he said it was a small meeting, this ancestor had to join in.

"Is everyone here?" Qiao Zhenhua looked around at everyone present and spoke first. "Let's start when everything is ready. Let's talk about some small problems. Sister Wang, Ben."

Sister Wang quickly took out a small book and handed it over.

Qiao Zhenhua flipped through it casually, looked up at Jiang Qifeng, and said, "Do you still remember the conditions I gave you?"

Jiang Qifeng didn't change his face: "The attendance rate is more than half every day. Except for those who are in a hurry, people are not allowed to leave in the middle. The box is sealed on the same day as Qulan Club and the attendance rate is not inferior to Qu Lan Club."

Qiao Zhenhua twitched the corner of his mouth and slapped the book on the coffee table with his backhand, and said angrily, "Young master Jiang, you really have a lot of tricks?"

What he said had no beginning or end, Jiang Qifeng couldn't understand why he got angry for no reason, and the other actors couldn't figure out what was going on.

Qiao Zhenhua didn't talk nonsense, and immediately turned on the phone, clicked on an audio file, and the voices of Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu came from it.

"Look again? What we said is okay! Don't leave, everyone. You bought tickets for six shows and only listen to five shows. It's not a loss."

"We have a rule here. If you tell someone to leave, the actor will be shot as soon as he comes off the stage. Really, you can leave today, and you must come next week. Our brothers are the first seven."

"Don't leave, if you leave, you won't get a refund, you will lose 1 yuan for one minute you miss, and you will lose 30 yuan for one game you miss!"

In just a few tens of seconds of recording, the two people with leeks and eggs on the side were already very happy to hear it, so they had to take into account Mr. Qiao's face, and didn't dare to sing too loudly. They just covered their mouths and stole, but they couldn't. Qiao Zhenhua's face became even uglier as the sound of puffing and puffing reached Qiao Zhenhua's ears.

"Are you done laughing?" Qiao Zhenhua glanced at the two of them coldly, then turned to look at Jiang Qifeng and reprimanded in a deep voice: "You two are capable, are you trying to stop the audience from letting them go? This is a shame!"