In the main world, although Li Jie has seen Jia Ling's performance, he has never seen the scene where Jia Ling talks about cross talk.
After all, they are not of the same generation.
After he became famous, people stopped talking about cross talk.
Now that he had the opportunity to get up close and personal, of course he wanted to take a look.
"become."
Jia Ling patted his chest and said boldly.
"I'll bring you the tickets later."
“I wish Sister Ling’s new drama a hit in advance!”
"That must be done!"
Jia Ling laughed, the two chatted for a few more words, and then she turned around and went back to her room.
This time, she was really happy, because this time the performance was invited by others, not just for the sake of the teacher.
Although it is just a small theater performance, the recognition of others is very important.
This affirmation undoubtedly strengthened her determination to continue.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Li Jie still had not received Jia Ling's performance ticket, which aroused his curiosity.
However, Jia Ling has not come back in recent days. He wanted to ask, but he couldn't find anyone.
It would be too deliberate to make a direct phone call or something.
If something unexpected happened in the middle, it would not be a good idea to take the initiative to ask.
That afternoon, Jia Ling took the initiative to come to the door.
"Brother, I'm sorry, the performance tickets I promised you will be a few days late."
Compared with the past few days, Jia Ling today is like an eggplant beaten by frost, her whole body is wilted and she has no excitement at all.
Seeing this, Li Jie asked more questions.
"Sister Ling, what are you doing?"
"Hi."
Jia Ling shook her head depressedly: "My play has been postponed."
"Postponed?"
"Na."
Jia Ling nodded and said: "The theater has arranged the show for Yunshe first, and my play has been postponed for the time being."
Jia Ling studied under Feng Fan, and Feng Fan studied under Ma Ji. Their school is considered orthodox in the cross talk circle. In addition to Feng Fan, Ma Ji's apprentices also include Jiang Kun.
The relationship between Jiang Kun and Deyunshe has never been very good, because he feels that Deyunshe's things are difficult to achieve elegance.
Although there is no conflict between Jia Ling and Deyunshe, Jiang Kun is her uncle in terms of seniority, so she is still somewhat involved.
Therefore, Jia Ling was really unhappy these days when she learned that the play had been postponed.
Moreover, this incident also reminded her of something.
It is true that Deyunshe is not popular among the mainstream cross talk circles, but it is indeed popular. Tickets for Deyunshe Small Theater are much easier to sell than ordinary performances.
Should you learn it yourself?
Jia Ling thinks this way, not because he wants to deceive his teacher. People always have to eat.
If it continues like this, she may not even be able to pay the rent.
Do you want to transform?
In recent days, Jia Ling has been thinking about this issue.
Tradition or eating, which one is more important?
Spring and snow are art, aren't lower-class people also art?
"Deyunshe."
Li Jie nodded thoughtfully: "Their drama is indeed popular."
At this time, Deyunshe had already made a name for itself, and the small theaters were performing one after another. Although the ticket prices were not high, they could at least make a living.
However, the mainstream cross talk circle does not like them very much.
There are many reasons for this. The circle is so big and there is so much cake. If one more person breaks the circle, there is one more person grabbing the cake.
In addition, Deyun Society's cross talk has a lot of pornographic jokes and a lot of baggage of various kinds of folklore, which is different from traditional cross talk.
It is inevitable that you will not be welcomed.
"you do not say."
Jia Ling echoed that there was nothing she could do about this kind of thing.
Who makes people angry?
Theater owners also want to make money. It's easy to sell Yunshe's tickets, but it's hard to sell your own tickets. Who should I choose?
"Sister Ling, don't be depressed. I believe you will become more popular one day, even more popular than De Yunshe."
Seeing that Jia Ling was not in a high mood, Li Jie comforted her with a few words.
In fact, in his opinion, what is mainstream or not is not that important. What is important is that people like it.
What the people like is the mainstream.
Just like the non-mainstream that is popular at the moment, although it is not accepted and recognized by the mainstream, in a specific circle, the non-mainstream is the mainstream.
Deyun Society's baggage does have a lot of dirty jokes, but the purpose of watching cross talk is to have fun. As long as it does not violate the law and the audience is happy, the performance will be considered a success.
However, Li Jie did not tell Jia Ling this.
People have their own way to go.
"I hope so."
As he spoke, Jia Ling's eyes flashed with confusion.
She is really confused now. On the one hand, she is limited by the orthodox education she received and does not dare to change her style at will. On the other hand, she envies others for being popular.
Fire often represents making money.
Whether eating is more important or tradition is more important, she simply can't figure it out now.
"Definitely."
Li Jie smiled slightly. Everyone has a period of confusion. Whether they can get out of the period of confusion depends mostly on themselves.
Let the bullet fly for a while.
If Jia Ling can come out on her own, that would be best. If she remains stuck, Li Jie won't mind giving her some pointers.
After a while, Jia Ling felt a little more relaxed after telling her inner anguish.
After she left, Li Jie's cell phone suddenly rang.
Buzz!
Buzz!
I looked down and saw a text message from Chen Xing.
[Brother, why can’t you get through on the phone? It’s always a blind tone]
When Li Jie saw this text message, his first reaction was:
Is this guy coming to Yanjing?
Later, Li Jie walked out of the basement and called the other party back.
As he expected, Chen Xing was indeed coming to Yanjing.
A week later, he would bring part of his team to Yanjing. On the phone, Chen Xing asked him to have a meal with him.
However, the time will be a few days later. After all, Chen Xing has work to deal with when he comes to Yanjing, and he will be very busy in the first few days.
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Baijin Han Palace.
In the box, Hu Rongqiang was toasting a middle-aged man with a flattering look on his face.
"Mr. Yang, thank you for your care. Without you, I, Xiao Hu, would not be where I am today."
"I'll drink this glass of wine, you can do whatever you want!"
After saying this, Hu Rongqiang drank the foreign wine in his glass in one gulp.
"Mr. Hu, you have a good capacity for drinking!"
Yang Decai smiled and clapped. He and Hu Rongqiang were colleagues, but there were differences. Hu Rongqiang was a small boss and he was a wage earner.
However, even though Hu Rongqiang is the boss, he can't help but ask for help from others.
Yang Decai is the director of a large advertising company. Even though he is a part-time worker, he is still a high-level wage earner.
Over the years, Hu Rongqiang took a lot of work from him, and of course, Yang Decai also received kickbacks.
"Where, where."
Hu Rongqiang said with a humble face: "Mr. Yang is a genius. Compared with you, Xiao Hu, this is the one."
As he said that, Hu Rongqiang stretched out his little finger and made a gesture.
"Mr. Hu, sit down."
Yang Decai smiled proudly, then patted the seat next to him.
Upon hearing this, Hu Rongqiang immediately sat down on his back and said respectfully.
"Mr. Yang, if you have any instructions, just ask me to go east. Xiao Hu, I will never go west."
"There is something, please remember it."
Yang Decai smiled and said: "In a few days, the second young master of the Chenxing Group will come to the capital. I heard that this young master likes racing. Please make arrangements later and book a place in Jingang."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Rongqiang's heart suddenly thumped.
Private venue?
Although he didn't understand the market, in a big racing city like Jinggang, it would cost tens of thousands to rent a venue, right?
That's it, it can't be done with money, it has to be entrusted to others.
Doesn’t it cost money to have a trustee?
Of course!
At this moment, Hu Rongqiang just wanted to send a message to Yang Decai.