Shuang Qi

It was about to end, but the two sat and waited under the stage on the first floor for more than half an hour, but there was no movement upstairs.

Jiang Qifeng was always more stable, just quietly observing the lamps and curtains on the stage, the tables and chairs under the stage.

He has been studying and performing arts here since he was a child, and now that he has been away for these years, he has an indescribable feeling for everything here.

Wen Qiyu looked at his mobile phone for a while, and glanced upstairs from time to time. After coming and going for so long, he didn't even finish reading an article, and he began to lose his composure.

"Brother, why don't we go up and have a look?"

Jiang Qifeng had a plan in mind. As the head of the Qulan Society, Mr. Xu has high morals and high prestige. The second is that he often goes to banquets and organizes bureaus on weekdays. The second is that he has always been good at dancing and speaking. It is man-made, and whether it is a bad atmosphere or a conservative concept depends entirely on the eloquence of the debater.

"Stay honest, don't go up and make trouble."

"Oh……"

Wen Qiyu pouted reluctantly.

In fact, Jiang Qifeng was still a little apprehensive, he knew that Master didn't like these scenes, not only did the old man never appreciate the wine, he even avoided seeing Xu Jing when he greeted everyone.

Just as he was thinking, footsteps came from above the stairs.

"Old Liu, it's so late today, it's hard work for you to make a trip, this misunderstanding has caused..."

I saw Xu Jing hugging the shoulders of the man next to him affectionately. The man was dressed formally and looked dignified, with a smile on his face, and he laughed heartily a few times.

"Mr. Xu, you're being polite. It's just a matter of duty. Aren't we doing all this for the cause of culture and art!"

Xu Jing agreed, and looked back at Zhang Xiuming behind him, seeing his indifferent and unwilling appearance, he was very depressed. After ten years, the young man has become a greasy uncle, why is he still not enlightened!

Zhang Xiuming didn't speak, but fortunately Yan Xiuwen knew how to smooth things over, and followed up with two sentences of "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes", which made the atmosphere less embarrassing.

Xu Jing was helpless but couldn't say anything, so he said something earnestly and earnestly: "Old Zhang, you said you are the same, we still have to keep up with the pace of the times, strive for innovation and development, inherit the essence and discard the dross."

After speaking, he went to the first floor, and met Shuang Qi who was waiting.

"Who are these two?" The man pushed his glasses, showing hesitation.

Before they could react, Xu Jing introduced with a smile, "These two are the apprentices of Mr. Zhang, Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu."

The man asked again: "Are they in tonight's show?"

This question made the atmosphere in the room a few degrees colder.

Jiang Qifeng still lowered his head and hesitated how to speak, but Xu Jingjing said——

"The two of them are promising! At the beginning, they voluntarily gave up the resources of the teacher's school and chose to be self-reliant. Now they have their own class club to open their doors to sell tickets. They also do their own self-media publicity, and they are especially popular with young people on the Internet."

This introduction is too strange. From the time when he insisted on leaving the greenhouse to venture out, to now the blue strands are gradually growing, this is the first time Jiang Qifeng has heard such a soft and positive evaluation.

"You are too flattering." He said politely.

A big Buddha was sent away quickly, and the garden of Qulan Society became more deserted.

Xu Jing glanced at the time: "It's getting late, I'm going back too."

"I'll send you..."

"It doesn't have to be..."

Xu Jing returned a gentle smile to Jiang Qifeng, then turned and left.

Now it's okay, it's getting more and more embarrassing.

Zhang Xiuming's voice was indifferent: "What are you doing here? Who told you to invite him here?"

Jiang Qifeng bowed his head and fell silent for a moment, then choked out a sentence: "Just let me make an apology to you..."

Zhang Xiuming sneered and ignored it without any face: "The bet is made, and you don't owe me anything, so go out."

Wen Qiyu listened anxiously at the side, and couldn't help defending: "Brother, I don't want you to be framed for nothing!"

"I don't need you to rescue me." Zhang Xiuming was unmoved.

In the final analysis, it was Yan Xiuwen's idea, and he had to ease some words at this moment.

"Okay, okay, if the two children want to be filial, please appreciate it."

Zhang Xiuming pretended he didn't hear it, so he changed the subject and asked, "Is this the day you sealed the box?"

Jiang Qifeng's eyelids twitched, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what crime the old man wanted to ask, so he stammered and replied, "Yes, yes."

Zhang Xiuming frowned, anger welling up in his heart: "You two don't have a show?"

Jiang Qifeng said vaguely: "Two performances, it's done."

"I remember you two are still saving money, right? Is there an encore?" Zhang Xiuming's tone became more and more hostile.

Jiang Qifeng was speechless, so he could only bite the bullet and whisper truthfully: "I let Xu Zhaolan and Yang Wenjing take over, and everything has been arranged."

Zhang Xiuming smiled angrily, and pointed at the door unceremoniously: "Go, go quickly! You are promising now, and you can even forget about the words "big drama than the sky!"

Yan Xiuwen hurriedly pulled him back: "It's alright, alright, Senior Brother, isn't he still worried about you?"

In the end, Jiang Qifeng took Wen Qiyu away in despair.

Based on his many years of experience as a teacher, this kind of thing cannot be justified, and justifying is just arguing, just admit your mistake honestly and follow the old man's words.

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In the early morning of the next day, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the first news that popped up made people feel uncomfortable all over.

The night of sealing the box: Qu Lan was investigated, Shuang Qi was absent, and Dongcheng might become the biggest winner.

Jiang Qifeng frowned slightly, and then turned off the hot recommendation.

Open WeChat, and there is a screen full of unread messages, most of which are "goodwill" greetings and care from colleagues.Jiang Qifeng patiently replied one by one politely before starting to read the news in the Shuangqi community.

He could have guessed that the audience reacted fiercely, and he expected doubts, bad reviews and even scolding, but...

"You said the audience asked us to make up a small special session?"

Seeing this news, Jiang Qifeng was astonished and soon burst into joy. The audience's request just showed that they were only dissatisfied with his absence, but they did not give up their love for them.

Wen Qiyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked vaguely: "Then did you do it or not?"

Jiang Qifeng made a decisive decision: "Do it, post a vote online to choose the time, and enter the venue directly with the sealed ticket stub or ticket purchase record!"

After a while of joy, Wen Qiyu woke up, looking at a message on her mobile phone, her heart sank.

"Brother, Boss Qiao asked us to go backstage in the afternoon."

Jiang Qifeng leaned on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

"It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. It's a big deal, so I'll stalk you with the cheek."

Just after noon, with such a mentality, the two arrived at the backstage of Shuangqi Club on time.

After the boxes were sealed, all the actors and staff were on vacation. The tables were covered with dust-proof cloths, and all props were packed into boxes. The backstage at this time seemed a little deserted.

At exactly three o'clock, Qiao Zhenhua opened the door and came in.

"Boss Joe..."

"uncle……"

The two people in the room got up at the same time and greeted each other politely.

Qiao Zhenhua sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked directly, "What did you do last night?"

Jiang Qifeng didn't intend to hide it, and said frankly: "I went to Qulan Society..."

Qiao Zhenhua understood after a while, so he chuckled disdainfully and looked at him sideways: "Zhang Xiuming is an old artist, can you help him?"

Jiang Qifeng was speechless, he knew very well that he was a soft-spoken person, and after all the tossing and tossing all night yesterday, he was overestimated in the eyes of others.

Qiao Zhenhua changed the subject, his gaze became sharper——

"Do you remember our treaty?"

"remember."

"Three months of hard work were ruined in a moment of impulsiveness, don't you regret it?"

Jiang Qifeng lowered his head slightly, the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled into a subtle arc, and sighed in a low voice: "I'm lucky to have it, but my life is lost, I can't force it... It's just that everything last night, I have something in my heart." Guilt, but no regrets."

Qiao Zhenhua stared straight at him, wishing to see through all the twists and turns in his heart.

Seeing his unpredictable expression, Wen Qiyu couldn't help but said earnestly: "Master, how can you say that the performance of Shuangqi Club's box sealing was completely completed yesterday, and it may not be inferior to Qulan Club. How can this contract be done?" Has it been achieved?"

Only then did Qiao Zhenhua shift his gaze, looked at Wen Qiyu beside him, and couldn't help laughing.

"Anyone can see that the Qulan Society has been calculated by others. There are more sympathetic, regretful, and aggrieved viewers. And you are absent for no reason, and you are temporarily adjusting the show. How can you compare with this word of mouth?"

Jiang Qifeng's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "I don't think so, you don't know that the audience strongly asked us to make up a small special, right?"

"So, what you mean is that you think that the current Shuangqi Society can compete with Zhang Xiuming's Qulan Society?"

"Of course the juniors don't dare."

"Ah……"

After coming and going, the atmosphere fell into a deadlock again.

"Let me tell you the truth, is this garden still rentable or not?" Jiang Qifeng made a cup of tea for someone with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes.

Qiao Zhenhua pondered for a while, then suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"Rent, of course."

I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief, but who knows that there is a second half of what he said.

"However, I will give you one year. You must hold the special show at the Capital Theater. I want to see that your audience is full of seats."

how can that be!

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help but gasped. The Capital Theater has [-] seats, and it is the fixed venue for Dongcheng Tea House's commercial performances!

"Arguing with Zhang Xiuming, and then arguing with Tang Chong'an... Boss Qiao, be cruel." He smiled wryly.

"It's good for young people to be a little stressed." After finishing speaking, Qiao Zhenhua took a sip of tea leisurely.

"It's not pressure, it's oppression." Wen Qiyu curled her lips rather dissatisfied.

Qiao Zhenhua didn't take it seriously, and sipped the hot tea in front of him.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to remind him of something, he put down the tea bowl, and stroked his pale stubble: "Wen Run, there is something I have to ask you for."

"What?" Wen Qiyu didn't know why.

"Hey..." The old man smiled slyly. "Well, your dad and his troupe have a performance in spring, see if you can get tickets."

Wen Qiyu reluctantly said: "All right, how many?"

"Not much, not much." Qiao Zhenhua slapped him. "I'll bring a few old friends, five will do!"