Shuang Qi

The phone call was hung up after a few words, and Wen Qiyu's face was vaguely dignified.

Jiang Qifeng walked over to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qiyu could sense several suspicious looks around her. The actors in the backstage knew that Shuangqi Club had some relationship with Qu Lan Club, but they didn't know the details. At this moment, people from Qu Lan Club called suddenly. How could they possibly Not curious?

He bowed his head and hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Master, something happened. Some people reported that the content of their program was vulgar and indecent, and they also questioned the forced consumption of the theater. Now the performance has been interrupted, and the theater has also been closed. Master and the others are under investigation."

Jiang Qifeng was shocked in his heart, he stumbled and stumbled for a long time before a few words came out of his mouth.

"What, what is compulsory consumption?"

"Maybe it means that the theater doesn't allow you to bring your own drinks and food..."

The ears of the other actors on the side are very clear, and they can't help but discuss a few words when they hear this.

"There are so many entertainment venues these days with such regulations, why doesn't he go one by one?"

"That's right, besides, as long as he can go without water for three hours, who can hold his head down and consume."

Jiang Qifeng had already guessed a bit of the inside story, and more complicated emotions were mixed in his eyes. "Of course normal viewers don't care about these things. They are afraid that their peers will compete with each other and resort to unscrupulous means."

"You mean, Dongcheng Tea House?" Xu Zhaolan's face gradually became strange, as if he couldn't believe it: "Don't they themselves do so-called "vulgar" jobs, and don't buy and sell tea and snacks?This is killing one thousand enemies and destroying eight hundred! "

Jiang Qifeng sneered: "They directed and sang the play themselves, of course they had already prepared to prevent the fire from burning themselves."

After the words fell, the anxiety in his heart began to intensify, like a wave swallowing layer by layer, and gradually turned into a raging wave, which was out of control.

"No, I have to go."

When Jiang Qifeng said this, everyone present couldn't sit still.

Xu Zhaolan immediately pulled him back and pushed him onto the chair, her voice rose a few degrees: "Why are you going! We haven't finished sealing the box yet!"

Wen Qiyu couldn't help persuading with a little trepidation: "Master is better than us, Qulan Society can withstand the storm, you may not be able to help if you go."

"Mr. has talked about cross talk for half his life, and the old man's reputation can be said to be the cleanest in the industry! I can't let Tang ruin it like this!"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

In everyone's impression, this was the first time that Jiang Qifeng lost his sense in a hurry.

Yang Wenjing watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help but comforted him in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhang is no better than us. He is highly respected in the industry. It is impossible to completely capsize because of this. At most, he will be out of business for rectification for a month, or even come back after the new year. Maybe it’s all right. But you, if something goes wrong in sealing the box, Boss Qiao won’t be able to pass it, and we won’t even have a theater next year.”

Just when Jiang Qifeng was upset, he was a little shaken after hearing this persuasion, but there was always a voice in his heart clamoring, which made him unable to calm down.

His eyes darkened, and he said: "I have two performances today, and I have already started a new job. This last show is not a novelty show at all. Brother Xu, you two acted for me, and I was paid for the performance." Give double."

Wen Qiyu asked anxiously: "Brother, are you really going?"

Jiang Qifeng nodded.

Xu Zhaolan was in a hurry: "Then what should we do when we come back! The box-sealing team leader of Shuangqi Club won't come back if he doesn't save money. After tonight, you're going to be popular again!"

"Then Qiyu, you..."

As soon as Jiang Qifeng spoke, he was interrupted by Wen Qiyu.

"Brother, I will go with you."

The other actors wanted to dissuade him, but they couldn't persuade Jiang Qifeng at this time.

"This is a mess..."

A long and helpless sigh came from Yang Wenjing vaguely behind him.

As soon as the two of them left Qianmen Street, they hailed a car. Jiang Qifeng originally planned to take Wen Qiyu with him, but...

Look at the time, nine o'clock.

That's too late;

"Master, are they at Tianqiao?" Jiang Qifeng asked while looking at the phone map.

"Yes……"

"In this way, you go there first to delay the time, I will be there in half an hour at most."

Wen Qiyu was taken aback: "Why are you going?"

Jiang Qifeng glanced at him, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Move the rescuers..."

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After getting out of the taxi in the dark, it started to rain lightly outside at some point, Jiang Qifeng's hands and fingers were so cold that he lost consciousness after suffering such a crime in the cold winter months.

He only paused for a moment, then quickened his pace, crossed the streets and alleys, counted the house numbers, found the gate of a courtyard, and knocked on the gate involuntarily.

After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman wrapped in a heavy cotton padded coat and held an umbrella looked out, obviously a little puzzled.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Xu Jing, is Mr. Xu there?"

Entering the house, the woman poured him a cup of hot tea.

"It's such a cold day and you're still drenched in the rain. Hurry up and warm yourself up. Lao Xu is writing a script in his room. I'll call you."

Jiang Qifeng quickly thanked him, stood up and bowed to the person, and begged: "Come on, you can help me talk to my husband, I really have an urgent matter here."

When Xu Jing heard the message, he didn't procrastinate, he put down his pen and came out, but when he saw the people waiting in the room, he frowned a little.

"Xiaofeng? Why did you come to my place at night? Didn't I tell you in the email, I won't be a recommender..."

"No, you misunderstood."

Hearing this, Jiang Qifeng quickly put down the tea bowl, stood up, and narrated the bad things that happened tonight.

Xu Jing's expression gradually became serious, and there was more disgust in his eyes: "It turns out that Tang Chong'an is also a folk art family who became famous when he was young, so why is he doing all kinds of shady things now?"

Jiang Qifeng watched the hands of the clock on the wall keep turning, and his heart became more and more anxious. Now that he finally came to see Xu Jingjing, he had to hurry up and move the rescuer there.

"Sir, the Qulan Club is being investigated right now. If my uncle is able to call, he is certain that I will think of you. You have to make a move!"

"He came and went for more than half an hour, if he can find me directly... Ha, it's time for me to buy a mobile phone."

Xu Jingting sighed, went into the house, took two umbrellas, threw one to Jiang Qifeng, and strode out of the house. "Let's go, I'll drive with you."

Jiang Qifeng was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened his umbrella to follow.

Fortunately, Xu Jingjing lived in the East Second Ring Road, and it was very close to Tianqiao, but he arrived outside the theater of Qulan Club in about ten minutes.

Due to the interruption of the show, the audience inside had already left, and only some persistent "true fans" were left lingering at the door, refusing to leave.

Now seeing two figures coming from a distance, his eyes widened in shock.

"Then, isn't that Mr. Jiang!"

"What is this traitor doing back here?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I have heard that there is something hidden about this..."

"That's Xu Jing next to him! We're saved, we're saved!"

Passing through this door, Jiang Qifeng felt a little apprehensive. He didn't know how the audience who recognized him would react, let alone what kind of person he would become in their mouths.

"Just wait here so you don't cause trouble. I'll go in and break up with them." After saying this, Xu Jing opened the door and went in. After negotiating with the staff inside, he went to the conference room on the second floor.

Jiang Qifeng froze immediately, he knew that it would be useless to speak lightly, but, but there was still a group of spectators at the door!

The dozen or so spectators guarding the door stepped back at some point, scattered on both sides, and caught him in the middle.

He looked around, and as expected, people were also looking at him.

Standing here is really awkward, Jiang Qifeng hesitated again and again, and finally opened his mouth to persuade: "Mr. is highly respected, and nothing will happen. As for whether to seal the box or refund the ticket, I can't get an answer today. Hurry up and wait for the announcement tomorrow." .It's getting late, don't freeze anymore."

The audience on both sides looked at each other, but they didn't mean to leave.

At this time the door opened again, Wen Qiyu came out, saw Jiang Qifeng outside, scratched her head embarrassedly: "Mr. Xu thinks I'm in the way, so let me come down and wait."

After speaking, he seemed to realize that there were other people around, and he opened his mouth for a long time before making a sound: "You, why, why are there so many people guarding here in the cold weather? Go back, you'll be fine inside."

Only then did the persistent audience relax a little, hesitated for a while, and left one after another.

When the last young girl left, she still didn't forget to look back at Jiang Qifeng, and smiled sincerely: "Thank you..."

Jiang Qifeng was confused: "Huh?"

Knowing that he didn't understand, the girl explained again: "Thank you for inviting Mr. Xu over in time." After saying that, she tightened her down jacket and left.

Jiang Qifeng looked at her back and couldn't help laughing. Zhang Xiuming was his master, so it seemed like he was the outsider.

The rain stopped, but the cold winter wind still blew past the door from time to time, making their faces hurt.

Wen Qiyu looked in anxiously through the crack of the door, but couldn't see anything, so she pouted and turned around and buried her face in Jiang Qifeng's arms, almost knocking him backwards.

"Did you forget to bring your scarf when you came out?" Jiang Qifeng rubbed his head amusedly, took out a mask from his pocket, and gently put it on for him: "I kicked this in my pocket this afternoon, you Use it first."

Wen Qiyu looked up at him, and said in a muffled voice: "What about you?"

"Me?" Jiang Qifeng shrugged indifferently: "I'm anti-freeze, so I don't need this."

"Can you go inside and wait, there are so many seats on the first floor..." Wen Qiyu complained.

Jiang Qifeng thought about it too, just now there were spectators watching outside, now there are only two of them left, they are both walking together, it's okay to go in and wait.

Thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to push the door, and there was a man sitting inside with an unknown job card, glanced at them, and then quickly averted his gaze.

Jiang Qifeng tentatively asked: "Brother, there are no outsiders here, can we go in and wait?"

The man looked up at the movement on the second floor, held the walkie-talkie and said something, then looked back at him again, and said, "Come in and sit, anyway, the top is almost over."