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

Feel the attention of all kinds of people.

Inside the white circle of the performance, Guo Qilin felt like laughing.

I didn't expect it to be so popular.

Maybe it will really be known to all Tianjin people or even the whole country.

But the performance is what matters now, and the popularity will be settled after the show ends.

"Everyone, you're finally here. Originally, the old masters didn't want to perform because I was afraid they would get tired. But they insisted on coming, so many old masters took the stage, including my master Shifu Kuan."

"Yes." Yu Qian agreed, "The old man is here."

"What should we three do for this impromptu performance? What will everyone like to hear and what will be exciting?"

A small interaction unfolded.

The surrounding elders and villagers were furious.

He performed all the traditional crosstalk.

"Anti-Seven."

"Vajra Leg."

"Take off the jacket."

"Drinking order."

"Selling horses."

Listening to many people's words.

Guo Qilin reached out his hand to calm the situation for a moment. "Everyone loves crosstalk and wants to see everything. But we can't do it all at once. I heard someone talking about selling horses. How about the three of us do a horse-selling segment? We've never done this together before."

The disciple brought this to his attention.

Shifu Kuan perked up and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, let's do one. Do you like it, folks?"

"I like it." The audience shouted in unison.

"Then let's go down first? Our lounge is right behind."

"Go down first."

As they talked, the grandfather and grandson went to the house behind the street first.

Yu Qian became the supporting actor.

But he had a lot to say, and he explained it in advance, "My fellow horse sellers, you know this is just a joke, to attract a customer. But today we're in the mood, and if anyone wants to hear it, let's perform it.

So don't take it too seriously, just take it as a joke."

Since the performance was held in Tianjin, even Yu Qiandu had to say a few more words.

At the same time, he glanced at the three or four cameras around him, as well as the five or six media cameras that squeezed in.

I was speechless. They were so caring.

So much exposure for just one performance.

But I also understand that Dalin is all about traffic, so who else should I film if not him?

However, he didn't know that in addition to these filmings, live broadcasts on the Internet were even more popular.

In a short period of time, the number of people reached seven or eight million.

Close to 10 million.

After all, this time it is not only people in Tianjin who are watching it, but also people all over the country.

Huilin Society did a lot of publicity for this crosstalk street.

The leader was very happy to see how lively the party was.

It would be great if the whole country saw it, so that there would be many tourists in Tianjin, so I came here specially to make sure they would not be disturbed by some people.

Then Yu Qian started to perform.

"Let's do a crosstalk. If it's one person, it's a stand-up comedy. If it's two people, it's a counter-talk. Today, I'm going to do a stand-up comedy called 'Pearl Jade White Jade Soup.'

What era did this happen in?

"Ah~ Tete Lingtengte~"

After shouting, Guo Qilin pushed open the door and appeared, exuding momentum and style, and as soon as he was seen, the surroundings burst into applause.

"If you say I don't accept credit or owe money, then you're not running the business. If you accept credit, you won't see me."

Listening to the noise, Yu Qian was puzzled and looked back at the other person.

Guo Qilin continued singing: "He walks on the front street, I wander in the back street. One day we met. He said he was short of money and it was inconvenient. Let's meet again another day." Yu Qian complained from the side, "Why are you putting on a show here? Do you think I should say anything more? Today is a chance for a big hit."

Guo Qilin completely ignored his master and walked to the left, shouting, "We run a shop, we sell food. One person eats half a catty, three people eat a catty and a half. As long as the child is alive, the wealth will not be lost."

Yu Qian looked at it and shook his head, "What kind of word is this?"

Guo Qilin smiled and introduced himself to the crowd. "My name is Wang Laohao. I run a small shop in Tiantang County, Luzhou. A while ago, a Shandong hero named Qin Shubao came and stayed in my shop. Then he fell ill. It's been over a month, and he hasn't paid me a cent."

What should I do? I should just ask him to come out and ask him for some money. I don't even remember where he lives, so I'll go look for him."

When he reached the edge of the white circle, Guo Qilin was ready to call for help.

Logically speaking, Guo Qilin should play Qin Qiong. He is younger and more active, which makes him suitable for the role.

But Guo Qilin thought that since he was already here, he might as well just be casual and let everyone see the difference of his master.

So I made a temporary change.

This temporary change surprised Yu Qian at first.

I didn't expect him to be the first one to come out.

"Knock, knock, knock. Does Mr. Qin live in this room?" Guo Qilin knocked on the door out of thin air and asked.

"I'm hungry. Who are you looking for?" Suddenly, the dialect that Shi Fukuan learned came from the room at the back.

The people around immediately started laughing.

It's clear that Mr. Shi is a bit of a contrast today.

"This room belongs to Shanxi people. Pa pa pa, is Mr. Qin in this room?" Guo Qilin turned around and asked.

“It’s not in this area.”

Guo Qilin: "From Shandong?"

Yu Qian complained at this time, "Hey, there are all kinds of people in this store."

"Is Master Qin in this room?"

"no."

“Even foreigners live in this store?”

Hahahaha~

The audience laughed, but there was nothing wrong with it. It was mainly because of Mr. Shi's contrasting way of speaking English.

And because of the laughter.

Suddenly, it attracted some people who were watching the show nearby. More than a dozen of them came out one after another, intending to squeeze in to see the excitement of Dalin.

The other old gentlemen didn't care about this scene.

After all, this is the essence of street crosstalk. People can't always hang around, and they might leave because of something.

But even so, the old man continued to work hard.

Tian Lihe even started to perform crosstalk with Cao Yunjinghe, trying to bring back the people who had left.

Once this mood and state are in place, the streets become extremely lively and every place has its own attractions.

Even the smaller theaters with smaller crowds gave cheers from time to time.

It's like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

"It's really hard to find."

The camera switches back to the character played by Guo Qilin, who is walking back and forth in the white circle. "Why don't I just invite him? The innkeeper wants to see Mr. Qin Erye."

"Lukewarm~~"

"Okay, the guy selling chaos is here." Yu Qian said.

The voice just fell.

Ishifu Kuan came out of the house in a goose-stepping manner. Although he is old, he still likes opera.

At the same time, Guo Qilin helped to beat the gongs and drums with his mouth.

When they were playing the gongs and drums, the audience kept applauding. It was really not easy to see the three of them playing today.

Keep praising and keep shouting.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also not weak at all, and the number directly reached tens of millions.

It achieved the highest traffic on various media platforms. (End of Chapter)