Shuang Qi

After leaving the Qinhuai Music Club, the young actors who had been following behind Jiang Qifeng who dared not speak were gradually relieved. Just now they did not dare to talk nonsense in front of their seniors, but now there are countless whispers.

Qin Jinrui was very courageous, he took two steps forward and hooked Jiang Qifeng's shoulder and asked, "Brother Feng, I really didn't expect that the boss of the Qinhuai Music Society has a lot to do with you."

"I didn't expect that either." Jiang Qifeng said bluntly.

"This relationship is not mine either. Boss Chu is the brother who established the Qulan Society with my master in the early years."

Wen Qiyu tilted her head to look at him: "Senior brother, I remember there is a photo in the backstage of Qulan Club. There are six people in the photo, and there seems to be Boss Chu in it."

Jiang Qifeng nodded, and sighed: "These six are the master's right-hand man and the pillars of the Qulan Society in the early days. Without them, there would be no Qulan Society today."

"Which six?" Someone asked curiously.

Jiang Qifeng calmly counted them one by one: "My teacher Mr. Zhang Xiuming, Mr. Xie Yanxie, my uncle Mr. Yan Xiuwen, Mr. Pei Linchuan, that boss Chu Qiansheng just now, and my master's current partner Li San Mr. Qin."

There was a bit of respect on the faces of all the young people, but there was also some understanding.

Back at the hotel, everyone went back to their rooms. Only Yang Wenjing hesitated, but stopped at the door.

Xu Zhaolan was puzzled, snatched the room card from him, opened the door and entered the house. "Why are you standing there? Come in!"

Yang Wenjing frowned for some reason. He felt a little puzzled when he saw Chu Qiansheng's words and deeds teaching him at the Qinhuai Music Club just now. After careful consideration along the way, he was even more puzzled.

"You said Boss Chu...does he know that something happened to Qulan Club?"

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The next day, as night fell, a small theater was blocked by traffic.

Not only that, there are many suspicious-looking figures at the entrances and exits of the subway station near the theater, holding a stack of performance tickets in their hands, and they greet everyone they meet for a chat.

"Do you want a ticket?"

"Recover the front row at a high price."

"I'm serious, if you don't believe me, scan the QR code above..."

As soon as Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu left the station, they were blocked by three men. After a closer look, they found that they were holding the performance tickets for tonight's Shuangqi Club.

For a moment, I was a little dumbfounded.

Wen Qiyu looked at the scalper in front of him in astonishment: "Well, isn't the ticket almost sold out? Why do you still have so many tickets?"

The man smiled: "We are a regular ticketing company, we have a way, understand?"

Wen Qiyu was very interested and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Jiang Qifeng lost his patience. He dragged him and strode away, rushing to the theater where the performance was performed.

"Brother, please slow down, oops, why don't you just ask a few words, this is the first commercial performance and there are scalpers, we don't care about it?" Wen Qiyu yelled.

Jiang Qifeng: "Believe it or not, those shouting around here must be liars."

Wen Qiyu was stunned. "Why?"

Jiang Qifeng really didn't know whether to call him naive or stupid. "What's the age of this? Can serious and well-established scalpers be reduced to shouting on the street? Besides, how many seats are there in our show, and I think their staff is more than the number of seats in the arena!"

Wen Qiyu was still a little skeptical.

Hearing is delusion, only seeing is believing, so Jiang Qifeng decided to try it out for him.

I saw him pretending to be an unaware passer-by, slowly approaching the gate of the venue, muttering to himself: "Why is this so lively?"

Sure enough, some fish took the bait.

"There's a performance tonight. Have you heard of the cross talk actor from Beijing?"

"Shuang Qi? Who is it?"

"Have you heard of Zhang Xiuming?"

Upon hearing the name, Jiang Qifeng immediately pretended to be excited and exclaimed: "I know! That's an artist!"

Sure enough, a gleam of ecstasy flashed in the eyes of the "scalper", and then he introduced it more enthusiastically: "These two are Zhang Xiuming's high-achieving disciples. They have hundreds of thousands of fans on the Internet. It's hard to get a ticket! Look at me. Here are a few tickets in my hand, and they were all obtained through hard work and trust..."

Hearing people brag in person, Jiang Qifeng couldn't help blushing, but fortunately, it was dark and no one could see clearly.

He pretended to look at the ticket in the person's hand with great interest, and asked casually, "Then is there Teacher Zhang for tonight's match?"

The man said vaguely, "You mean Zhang Xiuming? Well, it wasn't written on the program list, but according to the information I got, Zhang Xiuming himself is very likely to be airborne in the finale! After this village, there will be no such store!"

Jiang Qifeng couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out laughing.

The man was at a loss, and he didn't know why the man in front of him suddenly laughed when the money was almost in his pocket. "Hey, what's the matter? Do you want to buy two tickets?"

Jiang Qifeng ignored him, but turned around and patted Wen Qiyu on the shoulder and asked, "You see, what did I say?"

With such a statement, Wen Qiyu certainly understood.Not to mention that Zhang Xiuming was busy dealing with the mess of the Qulan Club in Beijing, so it was impossible for him to come to Nanjing by air. On the surface, the relationship between Qu Lan Club and Shuangqi Club was still a bit embarrassing. It can be seen that this person lied and did not write drafts. .

There was not much time left before the performance, and the two stopped hanging around, and went straight to the backstage after entering the theater.When they arrived at the backstage lounge, everyone else was already there.

Xu Zhaolan was dialing with her mobile phone, and she almost dialed the number. When she looked up, she saw two people rushing over. She couldn't help but put down the phone and cursed with a smile: "I thought you two fell into the Qinhuai River! You just came here, and the host is almost here!" Very impatient!"

It stands to reason that the organizer arranged for a car to pick up the actors, but these cross talk actors were used to taking the bus and subway, so they refused on the grounds that there were too many people and there was no need to mobilize the crowd.

I was also afraid that it would be too eye-catching for 12 people to set off together, so I simply went with their partners and went backstage before the show started.

The organizer originally thought that he had to go through the show before the performance, but who knew that these two people just stepped on the spot, and the audience would enter the venue in 10 minutes. How could he not be in a hurry?

But we can't blame Jiang Qifeng for not paying attention, he really doesn't know that cross talk needs to be rehearsed, they usually work with their partners, and when they are on stage, they can sing as they say...

When Jiang Qifeng heard the news, he had no choice but to comfort the organizers with a good voice, and then went back to the lounge to sit down again, and took the tea from the caring junior brother.

"Have you all done your work in private? Don't wait for things to go wrong."

Perhaps due to the different atmosphere, Jiang Qifeng felt a little more nervous for no reason. He who usually doesn't like to chatter couldn't help but say something today.

It was the first commercial performance, and on such an important occasion, naturally he didn't need to remind everyone to take it seriously.

Xu Zhaolan joked, "Is Mr. Jiang, who has experienced many battles, also nervous?"

Jiang Qifeng said angrily, "Get out..."

When they were fighting each other irrelevantly, Yang Wenjing suddenly coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention.

Is there something to say?

Sure enough, Yang Wenjing cleared his throat and said: "There is nothing to say about the work, and everyone is quick to react even if there is a small mistake. I am a little worried about the reappearance. After all, it is a song created by ourselves. The traditional I don't know how effective it will be if you combine it with the trend, why don't you combine it again before the show starts?"

This is reasonable, and soon got everyone's unanimous approval.

So after a while, Sanxian and drums played in unison, guitar and allegro played in unison, and old arias were replaced with new songs, which had a special flavor.

-

At 28:[-], most of the audience had entered the venue on time, and there were only a few people left outside the theater.At this moment, there seemed to be a little dispute outside the east ticket gate.

"Well, screenshots are not acceptable. For the electronic ticket, you need to open the website interface and show us the QR code..."

"But my friend gave me this."

"You can go to the ticket office to report the mobile phone number of the ticket buyer to pick up the ticket, and then come to check the ticket."

"I don't know his phone number."

"Isn't that your friend?"

"Yes, we contacted on WeChat."

……

After a while, Jiang Qifeng's cell phone rang in the backstage lounge.

"Brother! Boss Chu sent you a voice call!" Wen Qiyu shouted.

The actors in the first scene just went up, Jiang Qifeng planned to watch for a while, but was startled when he heard the voice, so he quickly took the phone and pressed the connection.

"Ah? Oh! Well, I'll be right over."

Wen Qiyu couldn't figure it out, so he had to take a bite of the apple in his hand.

Jiang Qifeng took the initiative to explain: "Boss Chu is really here, the e-ticket I sent him won't work, I'll go out to pick him up."

As he spoke, he pointed to the card next to Wen Qiyu. "Give me that work permit next to you."

……

Chu Qiansheng was stopped outside the ticket gate, feeling very depressed.But the ticket inspector didn't know what to do, so he kept urging him.

"Who is your friend, is he here?"

Chu Qian gave him a blank look: "My friend is the actor in today's show, do you believe it?"

Of course that person didn't believe it, and he thought to himself, if this person wants to see it, please go to the front to get a ticket, and if he doesn't look at it, get out, don't block the middle of the road.

Seeing his expression, Chu Qian became even more depressed. "Don't believe me? Just wait and see."

What Jiang Qifeng hurried over to see was this scene.

I have to say... Chu Qiansheng is quite childish.

"I'm sorry to keep Uncle Wu waiting for so long." He hurried forward to greet Chu Qian, and then showed his work card to the ticket inspector.The work permit clearly stated that the bearer was Jiang Qifeng, plus a small ID photo.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, I invited you here. I'm an actor from Shuangqi Club, and my name is Jiang Qifeng."