Shuang Qi

Jiang Qifeng understands all the reasons, and it doesn't matter anything else, but he will never compromise on the content of the performance.It can be innovative and can be combined with trendy culture, but cross talk is a must.

If a crosstalk actor quit his job and plucked the strings and sang for others, then what's the point of his support for the Shuangqi Society?

Chen Sha knew that his bottom line was here, and it was impossible to beat him. After much hesitation, she asked for the organizer's contact information, and went to have a detailed discussion with the person in person.

After talking on the phone for half an hour, Chen Sha put down the phone wearily, but felt relieved.

She glanced at Jiang Qifeng, who was drinking coffee calmly, and said angrily, "Leaving this hard work to me, it's easy for you yourself."

Jiang Qifeng pretended to smile flatteringly: "Isn't this trusting sister Chen in your eloquence?"

After hearing this, Chen Sha rolled his eyes at him, went through the organizer's request in her mind, and stopped talking and joking with a straight face: "The organizer reluctantly agreed, you can have a commercial cross talk show, but the content must be novel, and the return must be Satisfy the audience's demands, don't engage in the same thing as in the last century."

"It's natural." Jiang Qifeng said happily.

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The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there are still many details to be discussed before signing the commercial performance. Even though Chen Sha has worked overtime to negotiate with the organizer and the organizer, the performance still needs to be applied for approval, and it won't take half a month.

The ten days before June are destined to be busy.

In the afternoon, the sound of cicadas singing outside the old theater building was extremely loud, but it was not as loud as the quarrels in the courtyard.The debate has lasted for an hour, and both sides have their own reasons.

As for what the quarrel was about, it was nothing more than the location of the first show.

Not long ago, Chen Sha had repeatedly emphasized the importance of the response to the premiere, and the club naturally attached great importance to it. Because of this, everyone insisted on their opinions almost stubbornly, and no one was willing to give in.

The opinions of most of the actors are actually the same. Tianjin is the capital of Quyi and the hometown of most of the actors. It is undoubtedly the best choice for the premiere.

But the part that disagreed was those who usually had the right to speak, including Jiang Qifeng.

The result of Jiang Qifeng and Yang Wenjing's discussion is to choose Nanjing, which is also one of the birthplaces of cross talk and a city with rapid modernization, so it is the most suitable.

But there will always be people who refute it, and the reason is the cultural differences between the North and the South.

The dispute was fruitless, and the helpless Jiang Qifeng had no choice but to sigh: "If everyone really has such a deep obsession with Tianjin, of course I will respect everyone's wishes..."

There was a pause for about two seconds, but he changed the subject: "But I have to tell you my opinion clearly. Our program needs to incorporate a lot of trendy elements. Netizens can accept these new things. How about returning to Tianjin?

Those audiences who have listened to cross talk for decades may not be able to accept it.We claim to be novel, but the response may be nondescript, and even rise to the level of tarnishing art.Have you ever thought about this? "

Qin Jinrui's face was full of dissatisfaction, and the hand holding the coffee table tightly pinched the edge of the coffee table, anxiously: "We haven't tried it, how can we be sure that the audience doesn't like it? Besides, Tianjin has not only listened to it for decades. There are uncles and aunts in cross talk, and there are also young and fashionable boys and girls!"

At this moment, Yang Wenjing said abruptly, "If we have enough to eat and stand at home, what are we going to do in Beijing?"

One word wins...

The few people who were quite critical just now fell silent, and then lowered their heads in a low voice.

Over the years, I heard that many old gardens in Tianjin had no choice but to close their doors. Of course, some are still operating, but the business is really not very good.

Those uncles who have listened to cross talk for decades seem to be more willing to watch Quyuan miscellaneous altars and so on in front of the old TV at home.

After a while, I heard another voice with obvious lack of confidence saying: "Using cross talk to convince cross talk audiences to accept the trend is easier than using trend to attract ordinary audience to listen to cross talk..."

Jiang Qifeng resolutely said: "Of course we will go to Tianjin, but it's not the first match."

"It is appropriate for Tianjin to be the last stop." Wen Qiyu continued.

Yang Wenjing looked at the exhausted actors who had been fighting with each other for a long time, thinking that there was still a performance tonight, so he couldn't waste his energy on this matter anymore.

So he said in a deep voice: "Your expectation is Tianjin, and Xiaofeng and I's choice is Nanjing. The choice between the two might as well be left to Director Chen."

Professional things should be left to professional people, as it should be.

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The scorching heat hits, it is already June.

All preparation procedures are being completed at the fastest speed, thanks to a skilled professional like Chen Sha.

Before she decided to choose a location, Jiang Qifeng even bothered her teacher with this matter, trying to hear the old man's opinion, whether it was the right choice to save Tianjin for the last game, and whether there are other options besides Nanjing. possible……

But Zhang Xiuming only responded with "um", and didn't even express his attitude, Jiang Qifeng was inevitably a little bit disappointed.

But Wen Qiyu comforted him again and again, maybe the master was just running around and working day and night for the affairs of Qulan Club, and he was already exhausted.

Besides the trivial matters before the commercial performance, Chen Sha not only declared and prepared quickly, but also got ready to promote and sell tickets. Ten days later, the premiere in Nanjing will start online ticket sales today.

It seemed that everyone felt that Jiang Qifeng should be guarding the ticket sales interface at this time, and he had to show an excited and expectant expression no matter what.

But...Jiang Qifeng just prepared the evening work with Wen Qiyu as usual, concentrating on dealing with the Allegro in his hand, as if he had forgotten that there was such a thing as a commercial performance.

"Brother Feng, why don't you go to the website and take a look?" Leek asked curiously.

Jiang Qifeng didn't change his face: "No time. Are you free? New program written?"

Leek: "You've worked hard, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette."

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As the night darkened, the streets outside Shuangqi Club were already brightly lit. From time to time, people stopped and watched in front of the water sign at the entrance, full of curiosity about the cross talk garden in the courtyard that looked like an old theater building.

The overhead lights on the stage in the garden were also turned on, and the audience sat down one after another. When the time came, the show started.

There were bursts of laughter, or thunderous applause, one show after another, and more than two hours passed, and it seemed that the audience hadn't left the show intentionally.

After the evening encore, Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu had just stepped out of the backstage when they heard an exclamation of great surprise.

"What are you talking about? Did you win the lottery?" He asked casually.

Qin Jinrui looked back to see the person who came, and hurriedly and joyfully held up the mobile phone and only showed him, "No, no! Brother Feng, look, the online ticket sales for our Nanjing performances have sold out [-]% in just one day!"

"Oh, not bad." Jiang Qifeng replied casually again, but actually didn't hear what he said at all.

He secretly thought that this is not a big deal, how much is it sold?It doesn't matter whether the audience is full or there are only a few people, as an actor, you have to do your best to perform.

But when he unbuttoned his coat and was about to hang up the coat he took off, he stopped suddenly.

"How much did you say just now?"

Qin Jinrui shouted: "[-]%! [-]% brother!"

Jiang Qifeng was startled, and Wen Qiyu was also stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.After being dazed for a full five seconds, a feeling called excitement surged up.

"I thought, I thought it would be good if half of the venues with thousands of people could be seated!" Jiang Qifeng said.

We must know that the average age of actors in Shuangqi Club is no more than [-]. This age is considered young in the entire folk art industry. A bunch of newborn calves can now stand on the big stage of commercial performances. How can it not be exciting?

Wen Qiyu was quite happy at first, but slowly realized that the more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and grabbed Jiang Qifeng's arm with a bitter face.

"Brother..." he whispered.

"What?" Jiang Qifeng looked back at him.

Wen Qiyu looked slightly embarrassed, lowered her head and said in a muffled voice: "I'm a little nervous."

Jiang Qifeng was so adorable by his appearance, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Pfft, hahaha! You weren't nervous when recording the show, but you're scared when there are thousands of people?"

"You're still laughing!" Wen Qiyu slammed his fist into him, gritted his teeth.

After Jiang Qifeng finished laughing, he took him over and put his shoulders on his back for a while to comfort him, "Okay, I won't laugh anymore. You have nothing to be nervous about when I'm here. When the time comes, just turn over your burden. If something goes wrong, I'll make it up for sure. OK?"

Anyway, it's his abducted partner, if he doesn't dote on him, who else will dote on him?

Wen Qiyu's tone was a little slow, but she turned her head away quite arrogantly. "This is more or less..."