Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

On the stage, the two actors didn't even have time to adjust their microphones or position themselves before they saw an overwhelming crowd coming over to give them gifts.

Wave after wave came, and the stage was instantly packed with people.

Guo Qilin missed the past so much that he never accepted any gifts when he was doing concerts or filming movies.

Gifts can only be accepted when performing crosstalk.

Just like the old gentlemen performing crosstalk in the past, they would accept whatever the audience gave them.

A cabbage is fine, and a gold chain is fine too.

But today it's too hot.

Two people with four hands could not catch it all. In a few seconds, their arms were filled to the brim and they didn't even have time to put it down.

On the other hand, a bunch of wicked people on the sidelines have been watching happily, as if it is none of their business.

"Come out and help."

When they were called, a group of people on the side came over with a grin on their faces to help receive the gifts.

As soon as they received it, sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The side of the stage is more than ten meters long, and this area is surrounded by people, layer upon layer.

After completing the first layer, the second layer is added later, giving a sense of succession.

Seeing that there were five or six other people taking over, Guo Qilin took a break for a while, but he couldn't rest forever as he needed to maintain the stage effect.

He slowly walked back to the microphone and looked at the dark crowd.

"Everyone is so enthusiastic and gave away so many things that I guess even a truck can't carry them away. But Xiao Meng, you should be more careful. If there is a pressure cooker, don't take it. I'm afraid of this thing."

"Hahahahaha~"

The laughter gathered like thunder.

Everyone in the seats was grinning from ear to ear. This could be considered as an interaction with the web drama. Anyone who has watched the beginning understands the fear brought by the pressure cooker.

But luckily, there were people in the huge audience group who actually gave it as a gift.

It is very common for crosstalk performers to receive strange gifts. In the past, they even received garlic, seafood and other gifts during their performances.

Now that it's so popular, it's not impossible for some interested viewers to give one as a gift.

Suddenly, He Jiuhua found a small pressure cooker model inside the huge toy doll flowers.

It's really impossible for you to bring it in.

Even though it was a small model, Guo Qilin was very quick-witted and could still make a point, "Dahua, don't take it. Let Xiao Meng take it. He can start over if he dies, but you can't."

The laughter reappeared.

Meng Hetang had no choice but to go over and take it, and specifically asked if it was really for them.

I have been performing crosstalk for many years and have received many strange gifts, but the only gift I haven't received is a pressure cooker.

Not much time.

The people around the stage gradually dispersed, and the two actors got ready to perform crosstalk.

Guo Qilin was standing behind the microphone and was very happy. He immediately said, "I still have to introduce myself when I come on stage."

"Oh? You still want to introduce yourself?" He Jiu exclaimed.

"Not to introduce me, but mainly to introduce you. Everyone here is here for you."

"Don't feel guilty." He Jiuhua waved his hands happily, "They already gave me a pressure cooker. It's impossible that they did it for me."

"This person is called He Jiuhua. You should all know him. Some time ago, he was a crosstalk artist of Deyun Society. Recently, he has become a crosstalk artist of Huilin Society."

"That's true."

"Many people asked why you quit the company." Guo Qilin suddenly looked at him, "Do you have an answer?"

"There is no answer, just change the company to work for."

Immediately, Guo Qilin, as the funny man, started to find topics and got into the rhythm of the performance, "Changing to work for a different company? You don't know him, but I do? He Jiuhua? More than ten years ago, we were in the same youth team studying crosstalk. I know him best in the entire youth team. He has the lowest IQ, so low that he can only be a supporting actor. After more than ten years, I couldn't stand it anymore and finally kicked him out."

He Jiuhua frowned and asked, "What kind of words are you talking about?"

"It took more than ten years to learn just a few lines of a supporting actor."

"What?"

Guo Qilin stood at the microphone and deliberately embarrassed himself, "Really? Me? That's outrageous, you are my father."

He Jiuhua: "Where did this last sentence come from?"

Guo Qilin: "Just this, no serious talk, it is said that I have been reciting these sentences from more than ten years ago until yesterday."

He Jiuhua: "That's outrageous."

Guo Qilin: "See, that's all he knows. Now it's time to say you are my dad."

Hahahaha~

Laughter reappears in the Beijing Exhibition Center Theater. When it comes to crosstalk, Guo Qilin is an expert at it, with more than ten years of experience, including He Jiuhua.

Some of the students in the Jiu Zi class of De Yun Society have learned something.

Then there was a discussion and banter, and the two of them performed it seriously.

Not only did he talk about the comedy, but he also talked about "The White House" and "Fu Shou Quan" later.

They are all long paragraphs.

On the stage, Guo Qilin spoke with great enthusiasm and effort.

When talking about "Fu Shou Quan", he felt like he was sweating, as if he had returned to the days of crosstalk.

And not only him, but everyone is working hard for this place.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Meng Hetang and the others put on their clothes backstage, one piece of white after another.

On the stage, in order to promote He Jiuhua, Guo Qilin let He Jiuhua be the funny man in this crosstalk.

In this crosstalk, the person inside the table is the funny guy.

Not for a while.

He Jiuhua appeared in front of everyone wearing a mourning robe, a mourning hat and a white belt.

"That's great, he's a real filial son." Guo Qilin spoke behind the microphone, and hurried to the side curtain, took out a soul-beating flag from it. He Jiuhua took it and held it on his shoulder, his face full of confusion.

"is this okay?"

"Why not? You look like a person who does this."

"No." He Jiuhua was in a dilemma, wearing white and carrying a banner. "Although I am a professional, I can't have an atmosphere by myself. Without an atmosphere, there is no emotion. I can't feel it. Is there any way?"

Guo Qilin put his hands behind his back and asked, "A person has no atmosphere?"

"That's right."

"I'll find some helpers for you. Can we all cooperate with you?"

He Jiuhua was happy, "Okay."

"Okay." Guo Qilin took action, slapped the table, turned around and shouted at the two side curtains, "Help, come out quickly."

"Hey~~"

A group of people agreed in unison.

The next second after they agreed, there was burst into tears. Meng Hetang, Zhou Jiuliang, Shaobing, Zhang Jiuling, Yan Hexiang and seven or eight other supporting actors came out on stage in mourning clothes and crying.

The audience was sitting there, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

A stage full of white mourning robes is a big scene for crosstalk, and everyone has smiles on their faces.

"Oh, where did that person come from?"

He Jiuhua looked at them in surprise.

He was surprised that Meng Hetang, Zhou Jiuliang, Shaobing and others were crying so hard.

The whole stage was filled with mourning sounds.

"Ahhh~"

"Ahhh~"

"Okay, stop crying."

Guo Qilin shouted among the group of people in white mourning robes, then looked at He Jiuhua, "So they are here, what do you think? For you, they are determined."

"Good guy."

He Jiuhua looked left and right, and saw only familiar faces, all of whom were crying and wiping their tears.

Some even took a handkerchief to wipe their tears and they were having a great time acting.

"This is the scene now. It's just like the real thing. Everyone is crying here, even those who are mourning."

"Are there still people offering condolences?"

"Of course, the mourners are coming out."

"Wow~ Oh my God~" Shaobing, dressed in mourning, rushed out from the crowd, threw himself on the crosstalk table and burst into tears with his hoarse voice. The more he cried, the more miserable it became, causing the audience to deafen their ears.

Obviously not a bit of effort.

“Ahhhhhh~ My brother is dead~”

As soon as Shaobing shouted, He Jiuhua was unhappy and immediately pushed him away with both hands, "My father is dead, and you are crying for your brother? You two brothers?"

Guo Qilin added, "I cried for the wrong reason. Please forgive me."

"A host should not interfere."

"There are many people working part-time, is it okay now?"

"okay."

"Here we go."

The people arrived and scattered around.

Suddenly there was sorrow and joy.

Everyone below felt goosebumps.

They are too similar, but the more similar they are, the funnier it is. Zhao Jinmai was having a lot of fun watching from below.

A bunch of people are messing around with this.

"Don't grieve, filial son~~" Guo Qilin supported He Jiuhua and staggered from the back of the stage to the front, while crying sounds came from both sides.

Every audience member was excited.

"Da Lin is really dedicated to praising his fellow apprentices. It's true that fellow apprentices are the closest people to each other."

"I heard that He Jiuhua left because of the penalty. No wonder he's leaving now. This is really flattering."

Everyone looked on with joy.

The performance on stage is not over.

Amid the loud cries of everyone, He Jiuhua, who was wearing mourning clothes and carrying a banner, also lay on the table and cried bitterly.

He cried and banged the table, treating it as a coffin.

After performing for several seconds, he immediately stood up and looked for Dalin.

"How about it? Is it okay?"

“It’s so good, just like the real thing.”

"Go see your aunt."

"Can't go?"

"what happened?"

"Old man, he's not dead yet."

"You're not dead, what are you talking about?"

The crosstalk performance is over.

Everyone left the performance and bowed together as they left the stage.

The applause from the audience broke out and there were constant cheers. Today, Huilin Society's crosstalk is no weaker than Deyun Society's. On the contrary, everyone has put in all their efforts for its development.

All the actors left the stage.

Shaobing didn't. He took off his robe and hat and took the microphone to announce the show.

"Next, please enjoy the crosstalk "On Rules", performed by Meng Hetang and Zhou Jiuliang!"

The two men had just participated in the funeral procession. They took off their mourning robes as slowly as Shaobing, and walked briskly onto the stage after the announcement.

It was somewhat difficult for them to come in second at this time, because the atmosphere was good just now. Fortunately, they were not at the same level as before.

"Thank you for the applause. It was very lively just now, with everyone crying together. Fortunately, it was Dahua who performed. If Dalin had performed..."

Meng Hetang deliberately did not finish the rest of the sentence, and Zhou Jiuliang coldly added, "Then I don't know who owns Deyun Society."

"Oh~~"

This is a topic that many people are concerned about. When I heard the actor say it, I was really curious about who it belongs to.

Out of curiosity, the atmosphere became continuous and was not affected at all by the audience's agitated emotions just now.

"I knew Xiao Meng's mouth would not be idle either."

The words were a joke, and Shaobing heard it and went backstage to mutter something.

Then he looked at Dalin.

Dalin spent a lot of effort to promote Dahua, just like he did when he promoted Xiaomeng and Jiuling.

Now both couples are standing up. Even if Dahua can't stand up next, today's excitement will at least allow him to show his face more often and be recognized by others.

Guo Qilin himself also had a great time tonight, muttering to himself, "I haven't performed crosstalk for a long time, it's fun to do it now."

"Actually, you can keep talking about it." Yan Hexiang said.

"Forget it. I'm busy right now. I'll leave it to you."

"Ah~"

Yan Hexiang secretly sighed. He missed Dalin so much to perform crosstalk. When Dalin stopped performing crosstalk, he felt it was meaningless. So he didn't perform crosstalk much recently and just focused on managing the company.

Of course he understood that there was a reason why Dalin himself did not develop crosstalk, and that was Deyun Society.

If all the brothers and sisters came here many years later, the situation would probably be different.

He didn't believe that the new young boss could manage Deyun Society well.

He grabbed Dahua's coat and poured tea on him, and it was obvious that he had no manners or manners at all.

Logically speaking, such a person wouldn't come from the master's family, but he did.

"Da Lin..."

Yan Hexiang wanted to say something when he suddenly saw Guo Qilin reading a text message on his mobile phone. The next second after he finished reading it, he stood up and made a phone call somewhere else.

He could only give up.

"Hello, Master?"

"What? The show is over?"

"No, Xiao Meng and the others are second to none now."

Yu Qian nodded, "I just received the news that the roles of various stars have been confirmed and filming will start on August 8th."

"So fast?"

"It's not fast. Hundreds of celebrities have already found their own positions."

"is it?"

Guo Qilin muttered something, and just as he was muttering he was suddenly stunned, as if he had an idea.

His film is currently quite difficult to make, not only because the scenery and information are not well coordinated, there are also no arrangements for the actors.

The other party’s movie will have hundreds of stars.

When the time comes to start filming, why not choose the actors from here?
You can always choose the good one.

It is more convenient to choose on the spot than to imagine who is suitable.

After all, the candidates who can participate in this movie must be good, and many of them are seniors.

This saves yourself trouble.

At this moment, Yu Qian spoke again, "They are rushing to release it in October, and your notice will probably come soon. What about your movie? I just couldn't figure it out."

"..."

Guo Qilin was not confident about the troubles in the filming process, but he was confident in the script. If it could be filmed well, the box office might be able to break through to a certain level.

It might even surpass "The Garland under the Mountain".

Because of the subject matter this time, many people can resonate more.

There was a moment of silence, and then the apprentice spoke up, "After He He starts school, I need to investigate for a while, and by the way, start to form a team and invest money in the set. They don't delay us, and neither can we. It will take a lot of time."

"Will the release times clash?" Yu Qian expressed his concerns. The other party's movie was definitely not weak. If they clashed, his apprentice's movie might be outdone.

An originally uncertain subject, when encountering a dark horse, is bound to have an impact on the box office.

"I don't know. I don't know anything."

"Really? I understand."

The master knew clearly that his apprentice was going to make an extremely difficult movie.

Even after reading the script, he still had trouble interpreting the disaster-themed movie. He didn't know if it was because his level was not good enough.

Anyway, for now he can only trust his apprentice, who is much better than him in this aspect.

The value of the Best Director award is not false. (End of this chapter)