Qi Yuncheng smiled happily. Among the folk arts, only cross talk has become popular now. Storytelling, drum music and other folk arts have gradually become lonely.

The reason why cross talk is so popular in this era must have something to do with my master, but what is more relevant is that it is popular and can be quickly accepted.

For example, drum music and storytelling are both worse.

So I spent a certain amount of time talking about the repertoire with my husband. We chatted for ten or twenty minutes. It was not easy to decide on a repertoire. Just talk about it.

It’s just that I’m inevitably interested in this and talk a lot.

After finishing speaking, Qi Yuncheng stood up and wanted to leave, "I won't disturb you during your rare rest time. Let's go first!"

"You really don't want to go sit at home? You haven't been to my house for dinner."

"No, let's do it next time."

"Goodbye uncle!"

"Hey, goodbye!"

Replying to the girl, Qi Yuncheng left the park in a good mood.

After confirming the performance of an old gentleman, I will definitely go to Mr. Jin Wensheng’s place next.

Jin Wensheng is still resting at home, but as he ages, he can no longer speak, his body has aged very badly, and his articulation and speech are no longer as clear as before.

But I also want to talk to his old man.

Old people like to hear such topics.

As for the assistant in storytelling, he will definitely ask the master.

Otherwise who else could be there.

Anyway, he and his master are very popular in online storytelling programs.

So he hurried over quickly.

As soon as I walked in, the situation was a bit unexpected.

Because there are guests.

Ma Zhiming, known as the Young Master!

Ma's cross talk is very famous, and Mr. Ma is respected by many colleagues, but the Ma family has never been very gregarious.

From the generation of cross talk master Mr. Ma, it can be seen that he does not have much contact with people in the cross talk world, and to Ma Zhiming's generation, he has no friends.

But Jin Wensheng is rare.

It was Ma Zhiming who started congratulating Jin Wensheng on his birthday back then, and the relationship was not bad.

It's normal to come and see.

It's just that the young master's hair has turned a lot whiter, and now the proportion of white hair is greater than that of black hair.

"Old Ancestor Ma! Grandpa Jin!"

After calling someone and putting down the things he bought, Ma Zhiming noticed the movement and turned around to see the child and immediately gave a smile, "Hey, the child is here? Come, sit down together for a while, we are talking about you."

"Talking about me?"

"Yes, please don't give birth to a child."

Jin Wensheng spoke. At this moment, he was sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a piece of warm clothing, and his body looked even thinner.

"Then don't talk about me. I have a little thing to do here. Please listen to it."

"What's going on?" Ma Zhiming looked at the child with a hint of expectation. He was very concerned about Qi Yuncheng, otherwise he wouldn't have copied the audio in the first place.

I really feel that my children are very talented in folk arts.

As soon as he talked about it, Qi Yuncheng naturally told what happened.

He spoke very carefully, including his own thoughts, without any lies.

Hearing this, the two old gentlemen were both visibly interested.

Obviously, if the Tianjin Auditorium holds such a show, the child will not be considered unqualified. For example, Ma Zhiming previously performed a cross talk called Laoji Xinju.

Xinju was talking about young people like them.

When he heard that drum music was performed on stage, Ma Zhiming's eyes lit up a little. He also loves the drum.

If I had known it earlier, it would not have been a problem to let him sing.

But now that I’ve said it.

Ma Zhiming was not polite and said anything. Since there were no outsiders here, he spoke.

"In this case, my child, I will assist you in the cross talk. When your master came to Tianjing to visit his parents, his performance by himself was as good as that of an entire folk art troupe.

Even earlier, when you were in the folk art troupe, your master was very respectful to the old gentleman and was very polite. He was very polite to everyone he saw and looked very open-minded.

At that time, I thought this kid was really good, but at that time I didn't expect that he had such a big heart.

Now that his apprentice is here, I must not be left behind."

Qi Yuncheng was smiling next to him. If Master heard this, he would probably be very happy.

But it couldn't stop him from being flattered. He had originally been thinking about Ma Laozu, but Ma Laozu was interested. It couldn't be better.

Immediately, his appearance at the Tianjin Auditorium was probably one of the largest in the folk arts world, and even he himself could not have imagined what the scene would be like.

"How long will the venue be? Are you sure about the auditorium?"

"Sure." Qi Yuncheng nodded, and then told the truth, "I'm quite nervous about this scene, I'm afraid not many actors can do this.

Maybe then it will just be a joke to the elders of Tianjin."

"If they still laugh at your abilities, they are the ones laughing."

Jin Wensheng was not polite at all, and felt like he was looking for a place for his children, "Those actors have spent their lives in vain, because their knowledge and optics are at odds with others.

They are afraid that they will not understand what art is when they arrive, and they will just make a living.

While taking other people’s food, you also show off your power.”

Qi Yuncheng is used to the old man's temper coming back, let alone Ma Zhiming, he still doesn't know what kind of character this old man has.

So we talked about these messy things for a long time.

Fortunately, an hour or two passed and it was time to eat, so I reluctantly stopped talking.

Let's eat something simple together.

After eating, Ma Zhiming didn't stay long. He rarely went out, and when he did, he only came out to see who he was.

The older I get, the more I worry about who will disappear in the blink of an eye.

There are not many people of their generation left now.

By then they will all be gone, and the things of an era will be nothing but memories.

This is why the old man is so supportive of Qi Yuncheng's undertakings.

But while he was chatting here, Guo Degang on the other side was already preparing for this performance for his children.

As long as the program is confirmed, the children's performance at the Tianjin Auditorium can be promoted within this week. Once the promotion is completed, ticket sales, seating, and the start of the performance will all happen smoothly.

But the child said he was looking for an assistant, but he didn't know who to look for. There were so many gentlemen in Tianjin.

So I don't know who to call.

The key is that he walked quite neatly and looked confident.

We can only wait for the child to come back, and this wait lasts for a whole day, from morning to night.

No phone calls either.

There is no need to rush him, he will naturally have his own ideas when doing things, just come back and look at the program list when the time comes.

It was around five or six o'clock in the evening, when it was getting dark, there was some movement outside his villa.

Then Qiling's voice appeared, as if he had met his brother.

Guo Degang naturally followed him out of the back room.

"Young Master, are you back? You've been walking around for a whole day. This is what you did."

As soon as he entered the room, Qi Yuncheng immediately gave a program list, "Master, the program is ready, and several gentlemen have been found."

"Really? Let me see!"

The program list was nothing more than a simple item. Guo Degang lowered his head and looked at the front part, but there were no major problems.

All are familiar names.

They even asked Mr. Zhang Yali to come over to open the show, but when he saw the second assistant, he found that the child was a thief, and even wrote his own name on it.

As for the third assistant actor, at first glance, his expression was stunned.
Chapter completed!