Actor: Thank you.

Chapter 70 Depression
"Your name is Zhang Yuan, right?" A middle-aged man stepped out of the Erqi Theater and came in front of the two people.

"Guoli has praised you in front of me many times."

The visitor's name is Shi Fukuan, a very famous crosstalk artist.

He had briefly partnered with Zhang Guoli in Sichuan, and later served as the supporting actor for Hou Yuewen, the successor of the Hou family.

A few years ago, Hou Yuewen went to Chengdu to find a man named Wang Yongsuo to learn a local Sichuan opera called comedy.

Mr. Wang is the founder of comedy.

The giant squirrel Wang Xun, who later appeared frequently in TV movies, had a master named Shen Fa, and Wang Yongsuo was Shen Fa's master.

In terms of seniority, Wang Xun is considered Wang Yongsuo's great-grandson, and Hou Yuewen should be considered his uncle.

It was also at that time that Zhang Guoli met Hou Yuewen, and the two lived in the same room.

Also living in the same room was Gao Hongshun, whose father was Gao Yuanjun, a famous Shandong quick-talking artist and former vice chairman of the Shandong Quyi Association.

In addition, Master Liu Baorui's apprentice Zhou Wenyou was also there, and the young Zhang Guoli fell into the nest of a group of "second-generation folk art performers".

Therefore, Zhang Guoli himself has a high status in the traditional folk art circle and has a say.

Before going out today, Zhang Yuan made two phone calls.

The first one, of course, was to call Yang Tao. After all, he was not the head of a branch, but the deputy head, second only to the first person and above a thousand people in the entire Railway Art Troupe.

After Zhang Yuan told him about this, the other party agreed without even thinking about it.

Of course Yang Tao gave Zhang Yuan enough face. At the same time, he also heard Zhang Yuan say that he learned all his "artistic skills" from this roommate, so Yang Tao thought that this roommate must be quite capable.

The second call he made was to Zhang Guoli.

Just like Brother Qian said, changing the environment, or moving from a small troupe to a large one, everything has to start from scratch.

In ancient times, crosstalk was an industry similar to street performers who performed acrobatics, magic tricks, and stone-breaking performances, and they were all people who made a living as street performers.

People in the underworld are all shrewd and not easy to mess with.

There is a saying in "Three Heroes and Five Gallants", "The innkeepers and clerks should be killed even if they are innocent!"

Although crosstalk performers are not like these hateful gangsters, this industry is also tainted by many traditional dregs.

Most of the veteran artists are even well-versed in underworld rules and use the same jargon as the Green Forest Martial Arts.

Think about it, if a stranger suddenly comes into this group of people, or someone who has just changed jobs, will he have an easy time at the beginning?

In line with the principle of seeing the Buddha off to the west, Zhang Yuan asked Zhang Guoli to help arrange for his old friend Shi Fukuan to take care of Yu Qian.

"Guoli said that you are good at quick-talking, crosstalk and Guankou. I think you are not only good, but also very handsome." Teacher Shi Fukuan is very kind.

"I only know the basics, Uncle Guoli, thank you for your praise."

Quite humble, not arrogant or impatient, not bad.

If it were an ordinary kid of his age, the corners of his mouth would be twisted to the sky if I praised him a few times, but this guy showed no joy or sadness, and was neither humble nor arrogant.

Shi Fukuan nodded, this kid has some self-control.

"Mr. Shi, I learned this basic knowledge from Brother Yu Qian. I came here today just for his business."

Brother Qian was extremely excited. He took a step forward, bent his waist and lowered his head, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Shi, my name is Yu Qian. You came to the Imperial Capital Art School for classes in 85. I sat in the third row."

"You are... I remember now!" Shi Fukuan slapped his forehead, "The fat white guy in the third row, tearing up the textbook to make cigarettes, it must be you."

"It's me! It's me."

"Hey, you've grown up so much. I didn't notice when you were a kid, but your hair is still curly."

“It’s hot.”

The two of them started chatting.

"In 85, Brother Qian was about 16 years old, and he started rolling his own cigarettes."

"Sure enough, the three things are all from elementary school."

In those days, this behavior was called "rolling the cannon", and people would do it because they were short of money and felt desperate.

Yu Qian was also a man of the world, and soon he became as familiar with Mr. Shi as an old friend.

"Come, I'll take you to report."

Next, it depends on Brother Qian’s own ability. However, Zhang Yuan knows that in terms of crosstalk talent, Yu Qian must be among the top ten in the country, no, the top five.

He just needs to perform on stage once, and with Shi Fukuan's protection, he will be able to gain a foothold in the troupe soon.

The three of them walked around the theater and chatted for a while, and then Zhang Yuan left early.

His mission was accomplished.

As he stepped onto the steps of the theater, Brother Qian called him from behind.

"Zhang Yuan!" She came up and hooked her hands around his shoulders, as if she had endless strength, holding on to him and not letting go.

"Tonight, we won't go home until we're drunk!"

"Okay, anything is fine as long as you don't cook."

"From today on, you are my close friend. If there is anything I can help you with, just ask."

"Don't worry, I won't be polite."

Brother Qian looked back every few steps, as happy as if he was going to have his wedding night, and kept waving to him to express his gratitude.

[Received thanks from Yu Qian, tongue twister basics +3, Guankou basics +2, Pingju basics +3, Kuaishu basics +4, stand-up crosstalk basics +6, singing skills +5 (rock)! ]

Whether he was truly grateful or not, Zhang Yuan could tell by looking at his attributes.

This wave has completely wiped out all of Brother Qian’s past.

After leaving Erqi Theater, Zhang Yuan walked towards home but did not return to the courtyard.

Instead, he wandered around and came to a teahouse...

Pi Tiao Hutong, where Zhang Yuan lived, was not far from Qianmen Dashilan.

During the reign of Empress Dowager Cixi in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a left vice minister of the Ministry of War named Yi Gu. He was a Jinshi in the 18th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu. Later, he became a disciple of Ronglu, the Minister of the Imperial Household Department, and served as the General of Suiyuan.

This person had a house in Dazhalan, which was built in the first year of Jiaqing. It was later passed around many times and converted into a theater named "Guangde Building".

Cheng Changgeng and Yu Sansheng, who are known as the top three Peking Opera old men, have both performed here for a long time.

It can be said that this house is the birthplace of Peking Opera.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a fire burned down the Guangde Building.

At that time, the octagonal drum art form was popular in the imperial capital. Mr. Lao She combined practical policies and wrote a new play "Liu Shujing" to praise the marriage law.

Mr. Xiangyu praised the play highly after watching it. In order to find a suitable performance venue for the play, he decided to build a new theater on the site of the former Guangde Building, named "Qianmen Small Theater."

In 00, the old city of the imperial capital was renovated. As a well-known old theater, Qianmen Small Theater was fortunately rebuilt and preserved, and was renamed "Guangde Building".

This house has had a tragic fate, but it has been reborn from the ashes.

After leaving the Erqi Theater, Zhang Yuan walked to Guangde Building.

It was already mid-October when we finished filming The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, and the rainy season in the imperial capital should have passed by then.

But when Zhang Yuan was halfway there, a heavy rain accompanied by several thunders came and hit the stone tiles of Qianmen Street hard.

The weather changed suddenly and he didn't have an umbrella with him, so he quickly ran a few steps towards Guangde Building.

At this time, at the entrance of the theater, there were three people standing under the eaves. They were tall, short, fat, thin, old, weak, sick and disabled. These three people were a collection of people of all ages.

I saw a tall and thin young man playing the clappers, his eyeballs were as big as beef balls.

There was an old man with crooked shoulders standing nearby, following his drummer and chanting lyrics to attract customers.

In front of these two people stood a fat black man with a side-parted hair, who kept nodding and bowing to passers-by and muttering something.

"It's time to have a look at the Imperial Capital Crosstalk Conference!"

"Please listen to a passage. We have hot tea and melon seeds. It's not good for you to eat and drink for free. Stand up and leave."

"Come in to take shelter from the rain and listen to a few songs."

But despite his eloquence and sincere attitude, who would be willing to stop in this heavy rain?
In order to attract customers, the little black fat man kept moving forward. The rain had already soaked his clothes, not to mention his shoes and socks, so much so that water could be wrung out of them.

"Master Zhang, I think it's going to be difficult. Today's game will be a disaster." Seeing that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, he turned around and said to the old man with crooked shoulders.

"We haven't sold a single ticket yet, let's try again." The old man was a little stubborn.

"When it blows, the wind will reduce the amount by half, and when it rains, it will be gone. The old saying is really true." The man with big eyes who was beating the board stopped the work in his hands, lowered his head and sighed.

The little black fat man supported the old man and was about to go into the house.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's frantic footsteps created splashes of water, and he dodged and hid under the eaves of Guangde Building.

Then he looked at these three.

All are familiar faces.

Old man Zhang Wenshun, big-eyed Li Lijing, and Guo Degang, who will be a big shot in the future but has not yet shaved his head.

The three of them had given up soliciting customers and were walking inside.

Old man Zhang Wenshun is in poor health and has been caught in the rain, so he has started coughing.

"Master Zhang, please be careful with your steps."

At this moment, a smiling male voice came from behind the three of them, like a ray of light falling from the dark sky.

"Excuse me, do we still sell tickets here?"

(End of this chapter)