Shuang Qi

"Don't eat, don't eat! I saw Boss Joe when I first came here!"

Qin Jinrui's shout shocked most of the backstage.

Xu Zhaolan was so frightened that she shook her hands and dropped her chopsticks. The unfinished hot and sour noodles slid back into the bowl, and the soup splashed on her body and dirty her neckline. "Damn, what are you shouting about! Which Joe boss!"

Qin Jinrui anxiously said: "Which other Boss Qiao is there? Qiao Zhenhua, Mr. Qiao! Pack it up quickly, I came back running, Boss Qiao probably will be at the door soon!"

Now, no one dared to have a leisurely time, everyone hurriedly tied up the takeaway boxes and milk tea cups on the table and piled them into the trash can. Xu Zhaolan angrily ordered Zhou Ci and Meng Haiping to drag the big trash bag out. Then he quickly opened the doors and windows to breathe, and cursed while he was busy: "Who ate leeks! This smell is too strong!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Shaogeng, who was innocently cueed, could be heard shouting from the other corner: "Your fucking hot and sour noodles are not too small!"

Just as Jiang Qifeng came out of the toilet, what he saw was the chaos of soldiers and horses. He was confused and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qin Jinrui just cleaned the ashtray and put it back, shrugged at him and said, "Boss Qiao is here, you have to work hard."

After realizing it, Jiang Qifeng's face suddenly turned pale. What's the hard work?Hard to be scolded ah!

"Isn't there an air freshener in the cabinet! Take it out and spray it!"

"Oh yes yes yes..."

Amidst the chaos, Qiao Zhenhua, who had a reputation like bad news, finally stepped into the backstage. The old man's expression was slightly unkind since he entered the door. After all, everyone could tell that the fragrance of the air freshener in the room was a little bit underwhelming.

Looking to the left, several people put their hands behind their backs and smirked in embarrassment.Look to the right, there is still a large black garbage bag tied with a knot in the corner.

"Hey, are you busy destroying corpses and removing traces? How about I go out for a stroll and come in after you pack up?"

Qiao Zhenhua's tone was not kind, and he sat in the middle of the sofa as soon as he finished speaking.

A sarcastic remark, of course, no one would take it seriously.

Jiang Qifeng winked at the others, and everyone dispersed immediately, going about what they should be busy with.

After dismissing everyone, he lowered his body a little and poured Qiao Zhenhua a cup of hot tea, and said with an apologetic smile, "Don't be angry, our backstage is a bit messy, but the business has been remarkable recently. If you don't believe me, just check it out." .”

Qiao Zhenhua didn't appreciate it, and continued to ramble on with a straight face: "Do you still know the chaos? This is the backstage, not a restaurant, and there are ancestors on the table! Just let the ancestors watch you eat, drink, drink and smoke. Huh? No rules at all!"

"Yes, yes, this has to be changed, and I will criticize everyone later." Jiang Qifeng echoed a few words on the surface, but in his heart it was not the case.

Nowadays, it is just a tradition to offer sacrifices to the ancestors in the background. Who really believes that this is to look forward to the manifestation?

I'm usually busy with performance work, so I can take some time to order a takeaway and work in the background. Who cares so much.

If you want him to say, some old and outdated rules really don't apply to the present, why are they so rigid?

How could Qiao Zhenhua fail to see that he was perfunctory, although he was panicked, he put the matter aside for the time being.

"Ahem, I didn't come here to check the post today, just to talk about business!" He cleared his throat and said seriously.

Hearing this, the three of them all showed a look of listening attentively.

Qiao Zhenhua's voice sank, and his tone was solemn, "Look, the turmoil in your cross talk circle should be over, there is something, I have to remind you." After a pause of two seconds, he continued: "Mr. Jiang , we still have a condition this year, haven't you forgotten?"

The faces of the three of them froze immediately, and the polite smile just now became a little embarrassed.

Apparently, there have been a lot of big and small things recently, and Qiao Zhenhua's offer at the beginning of the year has been forgotten and completely forgotten.

I still remember that Jiang Qifeng missed sealing a show in order to move rescuers for Qulan Society, so he failed to fulfill the conditions proposed by Boss Qiao when he first rented the garden.So, after careful consideration, Boss Qiao offered this year's conditions...

If I remember correctly, the special show should be held at the Capital Theatre, and there are no empty seats in the audience.

Even if this full seat is just an exaggeration, at least the attendance rate must be close to [-]%.

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help smiling wryly, looked up at him and said, "It's within a year, so there's no need to be in such a hurry, right?"

Seeing that he was worried, Qiao Zhenhua suddenly felt comfortable all over, leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and sighed: "I'm not in a hurry, but remind you, the Capital Theater is not so easy to win, and there are application procedures, etc. , you'd better prepare as soon as possible."

The three of them exchanged glances, and without accident, they read helplessness and anxiety in each other's eyes. It seems that the remaining three months of this year are also doomed to be restless.

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A week after the National Day, the Qulan Society really resumed its performances, but just after the program list was announced, the wise people had already seen the problem.

At least the rumored Liu Sheng's exit incident not long ago has been confirmed, and Qulan Club has lost another young potential stock.

After such a heavy blow, Qulan Club, even if it returns to the stage of the cross talk industry, can it really return to the top and compete with Dongcheng Tea Club?

Perhaps most viewers already have the answer, the negative answer.

But Jiang Qifeng always understood that as long as Zhang Xiuming was still there, Qulan Society would not be able to fail.So he wasn't worried about this, he was just curious, in just five months, what method did Master and the others use to regain their performance qualifications?

When Jiang Qifeng was curious about this, Wen Qiyu was nibbling on a grapefruit, taking time to explain a few sentences to him from time to time.

"I heard from my dad's friend that Uncle Wu took "Cang Hai Yi Xiao" away. "

"Well, then Master sent Qu Lanshe to him."

"Now the signboard of Qulan Club's show has not changed, but in fact the company has changed."

"Hey, I don't understand it either, maybe that's what it means."

These intermittent words made Jiang Qifeng confused, and asked in a daze, "Which uncle is that?"

"Chu Qian said, Boss Chu." Wen Qiyu replied.

"Didn't Canghaixiao close its doors and go out of business 800 years ago?" Jiang Qifeng was stunned again. One must know that there are only a handful of cross talk clubs in Beijing that can survive to this day. How can there be such a one?

Wen Qiyu sighed and said: "It's a rest, but the human license has not been cancelled. So the master is still dead, and there is such a trick to come back."

However, in this way, wouldn't the current big boss of Qulan Society be replaced by someone else?

Recalling the situation when I met Chu Qiansheng in Nanjing in June, who would have thought that he would return to Qulan Club not long after, and this time he would not be an actor, but a boss instead.

Forget it, Master probably doesn't care about these things.Qulan Club is open for business, and they can still talk about cross talk on stage, which is already a good result.

"You said that's what Boss Chu asked us to bring to Master?" Jiang Qifeng suddenly remembered something, and asked with a soft hiss.

Wen Qiyu pouted and spread his hands: "Then who knows."

……

Regardless of the other family's affairs, Shuangqi Society has an urgent need to be resolved right now.

The Capital Theater holds a special show!

Is this what people do!

This is fighting for the field under the eyes of the Dongcheng Tea House, which is tantamount to snatching food from the mouths of tigers and wolves!

Jiang Qifeng bit the bullet and called Chen Sha, explaining the whole story, but Chen Sha seemed to be busy with her own program preparations and had no time to talk to him.

Time was running out, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. This time, he might have to go to the theater to negotiate.

With him alone, you can't even enter the theater gate without buying a ticket. How can you contact the manager and boss?

At this time, it can be seen that the partner is good. Wen Qiyu's father has some status in the industry, and he has to rely on his old man's introduction.

It's just that when Wen Qiyu called back with a shy face, the old man's tone was obviously mixed with disdain.

"Are you going to hold a special performance at the Capital Theater? Master listen to my advice, don't dream, can the surname Tang give up the place to you?"

Wen Qiyu tried to maintain a smile, and said in a good voice: "Dad, don't worry about it, just help me contact the manager of the theater, and my senior brother will definitely be able to negotiate."

"Arrogance, what you said is too arrogant." The old man still didn't take it seriously.

Wen Qiyu was in a hurry, and stomped his feet angrily and shouted: "Dad! Are you going to help or not!"

But there was laughter from the other end of the phone: "Look at how old you are and you still have a temper, don't you want a contact information! Just give it to you!"

After a pause, the old man added: "If you suddenly wake up and plan to change to another venue, you can tell me, I have a lot of contacts here."

In the end, he hung up the phone in a fit of embarrassment. Wen Qiyu's face was not very good-looking. For a moment, a trace of anger, frustration, stubbornness, and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Qifeng wrote down the contact information of his precious junior brother on the notepad, and then took out his mobile phone and added a friend, ready to make an appointment with the other party.

When he finally made an appointment with the intern assistant of the theater manager, it was time for another round of intense and exciting preparations.

The sky gradually darkened, and the afternoon passed without knowing it, and night fell at this time.

Counting it, Jiang Qifeng hasn't cooked for a long time. Today, at Wen Qiyu's request, he reluctantly cooked a few dishes. What is gratifying is that his cooking skills have not deteriorated at all after not cooking for so long. Qiyu was full of blessings.

When the evening wind came, the two of them felt a sense of romance, moved chairs to sit on the balcony, and had a drink or two under the moonlight.

With the help of drinking, the two felt the high spirits they hadn't seen for a long time... Even if it was just a drunken joke, it's fine, let's enjoy it.

"While still young, I can hit the south wall with all my strength, and never look back after hitting the south wall..."

"We just want to be arrogant, we want to be arrogant on the stage of the Capital Theater."

"Others can't do anything, but senior brother will definitely be able to talk to you!"

"Hahaha... hiccup..."