Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 329 Good guy, Master Hou presented himself with an award at the annual meeting?
Chapter 329 Good guy, Master Hou presented himself with an award at the annual meeting?
After taking the sesame cakes from him, Luan Yunping tasted them and found that they tasted really good.
They usually go to other cities to perform, and the benefits are just these benefits, which can reflect different cuisines.
Of course, this is for people who like to eat, so they just want to try it.
"Save more for Teacher Sun." Luan Yunping reminded her after tasting one.
"Don't worry, I've been prepared for it."
After Shaobing finished speaking, he took out all the other food and drinks. While eating and drinking, the backstage time passed quickly.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping went to the side curtain, preparing to meet Yue Yunpeng and Sun Yue to complete the final savings.
It's a big job, not to mention there are three encores, so it requires a lot of effort.
Although it is tiring, actors must do more in their profession.
After the host announced again, the two people came on stage with a loud voice.
"Qi Yuncheng, I love you!!"
"I love you too!!"
"Ah!! Qi Yuncheng, I like you!!"
"Team Luan!!"
…
The only ones who shouted one after another were those young people who finally fell into madness and excitement.
"Thank you, everyone. I heard many men shouting, "I love Luan Yunping. Go ahead and live with someone else. I raised you up like this. Hey, I knew you would be like this."
"Good guy, why did you marry me off!!!"
Ha ha ha ha!
Waves of laughter came, and the audience, who had already fallen into the New Year's Day festive atmosphere, laughed even more happily.
The happier they are, the better the two-person show will be, because any piece of baggage can be effective, let alone the entire joke.
However, the theater time has come, and it must end. At the end of the performance, after celebrating the New Year with everyone, the host stood next to the actors on time and made the concluding remarks.
"Dear guests, dear friends present, Qi Yuncheng's New Year's Day cross talk special has come to a successful conclusion here.
I hope you will pay attention to our Deyun Society and our actor Qi Yuncheng, a cross talk actor, in the days to come.
Thank you all again, and finally wish you all a happy New Year."
Listen to the closing remarks.
The audience got down from the seats where they had been sitting for several hours. There were not many people leaving, but more people who wanted to get up close and personal with the actors.
So in less than a minute, the theater, which was originally evenly distributed, suddenly became crowded near the stage.
How could the actors be embarrassed now? Qi Yuncheng kept clasping his hands and thanking them with a smile on the stage.
However, because of the large number of people, almost all staff members came with work IDs. One group was in charge on the stage, and the other group was looking after it below.
Although it is not as large as the Six Thousand Commercial Performance, there are still one or two thousand people in the theater today, quite a few people, and it is still lively when they gather together.
"Qi Yuncheng, I like you!!"
"Hey, thank you, I like you too."
"Is there a show next time?"
"Yes, please pay attention to Deyun, thank you all."
"Qi Yuncheng, can you sign?"
"good!!"
"Can I take pictures?"
"Can."
Word by word, Qi Yuncheng kept responding to the audience's enthusiasm and did not dare to neglect at all.
However, amidst the lively commotion, the couple who had been sitting in their seats finally made some movement, and saw so many people beside the stage.
It was really hard to get over it, so I had to watch and wait slowly, while also paying attention to the time.
It's four past twelve.
Waited for about five minutes.
The number of people finally became less and less, so we started to leave.
They were not in the front row, so they were delayed for half a minute every step of the way. Don't watch too much, but they were worried about the actors leaving the stage, so they hurriedly took two steps.
After arriving, there were still some people beside the stage, and they followed little by little, when they saw a little girl holding a white fan for the actors to sign and leave.
They came in front of the crowd.
But it's not that easy. Even if there is no one else, there are still many young people crowding around.
After squeezing for a while, they finally found the opportunity to stretch out their hands and speak.
"Young man, help me sign!!"
Hearing the sound, Qi Yuncheng saw someone on the stage. He was a little older, not much older, just middle-aged.
Of course, he couldn't recognize his girlfriend's parents, but Qi Yun Cheng didn't show any airs to the audience.
On the contrary, I am very grateful.
So I took the ticket stubs from their hands and wrote my name on it, "Thank you both for coming to see my show. I'm very grateful."
"Our daughter likes you very much!!" After taking a closer look, Mother Song realized that the actor on the stage was very good-looking, and there was nothing annoying about her conversation.
So when I took the ticket back, I said with a smile.
Qi Yuncheng was naturally happy, "Thank you! Thank you! It's getting late, so be careful on the way back."
"Um!"
Have a casual conversation.
Song Yi's parents don't have the feeling of young people chasing stars at all, and they chat very casually.
But I had to go home, collect my things and head to the theater door without even thinking about it.
It was extremely dark when I went out. Fortunately, the lights outside the theater were bright and the light rain stopped. However, it was still very cold, so I tightened my clothes.
"Call your daughter now. We'll mail him the stuff. He should be very happy when he sees it."
"Don't worry, we'll talk about it tomorrow, but don't tell him what it is."
"Okay, let's go home first."
The couple left the theater, but the actors were still busy for a while, not to mention Qi Yuncheng signing autographs and Luan Yunping nearby.
Naturally, everyone likes a pair of partners.
After the time reached twelve twenty.
People have finally reached the end.
Qi Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief and went backstage with the staff and brothers.
The moment you arrive.
Sit down and rest immediately.
There are three encores and a curtain call in addition to the main performance, so there is no time to sit down. Although you may look like a young person, it does not mean that you will not be tired.
"It's finally over. Let's go back to Yanjing tomorrow." Qi Yuncheng said.
Yue Yunpeng next to him nodded, "Well, how long does it take for tomorrow's flight to have dinner? To be honest, I'm a little hungry at night."
"Here." Sun Yue suddenly reached out and handed out some food, "This is delicious."
"Don't eat!" Yue Yunpeng waved his hand. Although his appetite is not small, he is going to have a dinner party soon and cannot fill his stomach at this time.
Otherwise, what will we eat when the time comes?
After seeing this, Qi Yuncheng didn't bother to sit down anymore, "Okay, Shaobing, Xiaosi, Dalin, Yan Hexiang, you all should quickly pack it up and pack it away.
Let's go.
Take your time.
Eat early and go back to the hotel to rest.
Tired enough."
"Okay, I'm sure it will be smooth."
When they saw that they were about to eat, several people in the background were very happy. They were imagining elbows, roast duck, ribs, etc. in their minds.
Cross talk actors like them have a lot of movement with their mouths, but they don't like to move their bodies. In addition, they really need to eat to kill time while waiting for the opening or performance.
Over time, Shaobing's body shape became a bit contagious in Deyun's backstage.
Therefore, in the early days, Deyun actors were generally fat, and almost all of them lost weight later.
And a while.
After Shaobing, Xiaosi, Dalin and others packed up their things, they went to a nearby hotel for dinner together.
It is still invited by the organizer, so they don't need to pay for it.
But this time it’s different, it’s just a lively New Year’s Eve together, there’s no heavy drinking, at most we’re eating more.
After eating, everyone went back to rest before returning to Yanjing the next day.
The moment they returned to Yanjing, they were scheduled to perform in a small theater again. Yue Yunpeng was still participating in the variety show designated by Master.
In fact, he is not the only one. Qi Yuncheng will also participate in variety shows as long as he can perform cross talk.
But he still doesn't go to many games, reality shows and the like. Now he has to study hard.
These programs are not comparable to cross talk, so naturally I have no interest in them.
But these days there are no comedy shows, so he rarely appears on shows and continues to focus on theater.
As for appearing on TV, I can only rely on TV stations to appear on holiday shows or something like that.
For example, this year’s Spring Festival Gala invited by Hubei TV Station.
And day by day passed.
Master's birthday was celebrated again on January 10th. This year it was as lively as ever, with even more people than last year.
Because students like Liu Xiaoting and Shang Xiaoju also entered Deyun Society.
Although they haven't called him by this name yet, and haven't given him a nickname, he is very close to Guo Degang. After all, Liu Xiaoting's grandfather and Teacher Guo were brothers.
So it would be disrespectful not to go to grandpa's birthday.
Not only them, but Song Yi also came all the way to mail gifts to Teacher Guo. They were not expensive, and they were still considered thoughtful.
Because she knew that her boyfriend had no father or mother since he was a child. In his eyes, his master and his wife are his parents.
But when the gift was mailed to Yanjing, she also received something of her own in a strange city.
At first, her parents planned to mail her the theater the next day, but they were running around performing performances and were very busy. They might stay in a city for just one day and have to leave.
Now it will take longer in the city, so I mailed it in advance.
When he took it back to the hotel room where he was resting, Song Yi tore open the package and saw two ticket stubs inside.
It was from a cross talk show. I saw that the words and information were still written by Qi Yuncheng. I turned my wrist and my boyfriend's handwriting was still on the back.
She was confused and didn't know what was going on.
The next second my father called me.
"Daughter, have you received the things?"
"Huh?" Song Yi raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the two ticket stubs with great curiosity, "Why did you mail this?"
"Didn't we watch a show that day? If you call me, I think you like this actor very much from your tone.
So your mother and I went over to ask for autographs.
It’s a pity that it took too long to receive it.”
"Ah? Are you still asking for autographs?"
Song Yi's originally raised corners of his mouth suddenly became complicated. He was probably happy, but he also felt distressed for his parents.
My parents have never been star-chasing, and they don’t know what star-chasing is.
But just because of a phone call at that time, I thought I liked this actor very much, and then I crowded with so many people to get his autograph.
Can you not feel uncomfortable?
"How about it, do you like that Qi Yuncheng?" Song Yi's father asked.
"Yeah! I like him, I like him so much!!"
Song Yi took the ticket stub written by her boyfriend and was at a loss. But after hearing the words, she kept nodding her head in order not to disappoint her father. Of course, she was telling the truth.
"As long as you like it. This is the first time for your mother and I to go there. There are many young people and girls around.
I want to ask, do you little girls like this kind of good-looking ones?
There are piles of people nearby."
Suddenly Song Yi curled his lips, even if the other party couldn't see it, "I like it! On the one hand, he is good-looking, but he is also funny. I listen to his jokes every night."
"That's true. How about it? Is it cold outside? Wear more clothes."
"I know, I will go back very early this year."
"Well! Be more careful outside."
…
After chatting with his father for a few words, Song Yi put down his cell phone and looked at the two ticket stubs attentively. He was so moved that he couldn't look away for a long time.
Even though it was very easy for her to ask for an autograph now, let alone asking for his signature, it couldn't be easier for him.
But it was really uncomfortable for my parents to go there with a group of people.
So no matter what, the two ticket stubs are well kept.
Just as I was thinking about it for a while, my phone rang again.
"Hey! Yuncheng, have you received the things I bought for Teacher Guo?"
"I got it, the Rose Garden is very lively now, and there are performances in the evening."
"That's good, but it's a pity that I can't go back recently."
"It's okay. I mailed you some food. Didn't you say you would stay there for five or six days? It's enough for you."
"Really!!"
For a moment, Song Yi stood up from the bed, extremely happy.
"The words should have arrived now, please check the text message."
"Okay, I'll go get it now, that's right, that's right." Suddenly Song Yi shouted anxiously, "You know my parents are going to your place."
"Didn't you say that before?"
"But you didn't expect that they also asked for your signature and mailed it to me, and I just received it."
"Eh?"
Qi Yuncheng was immediately confused again. He was so arrogant, why did he sign autographs for them?
But guessing who it is is impossible.
Although there are many young people, there are also many middle-aged people, because there are many old viewers who have followed Deyun in the early 2000s. They have naturally stayed in middle age until now.
"Don't you think it would be awkward for me... when we actually meet? I also forgot to ask you, I was just too tired to care."
"Hahahaha! It's okay. Don't worry. My parents won't care. We're just waiting to meet you now.
But it’s still early, let’s wait and see next year, because after the show is over, I won’t be able to go back to Yanjing.
I'll just sell the tickets and go home, and I won't be able to see you then." Song Yi suddenly felt aggrieved.
"It doesn't matter. It's more important to go home early to avoid the crowds during the Spring Festival. That's it. I blame myself for being busy right now."
"Okay, I'm going to pick up the express delivery."
The phone hangs up.
Song Yi took a deep breath, her chest was filled with happiness. Her parents took good care of her, and her boyfriend was also very nice.
The previous generation probably saved the world, so that's why they behave like this.
After thinking of this sentence, Song Yi smiled and quickly went out to get something.
As for the things she bought, they were all snacks and some packaged snacks. Six or seven days would be enough for her to finish them off.
Knowing that she loves to eat, there is nothing wrong with feeding her a little more.
On the other side, Qi Yuncheng and the others were indeed lively, from morning to night.
The evening performances and birthday banquet were very well arranged.
Even Qi Yuncheng has never seen people at several large tables in the private room when there are few people, especially birthday banquets.
At the same time, the year of her birthday was also Deyun’s annual party.
Naturally, there are programs at the annual meeting, but Deyun lacks programs. There are many people who have planned and impromptu performances.
Shaobing and Xiaosi even had a duet, which was very amusing in the box.
Guo Degang, Yu Qian and others also laughed happily.
Of course, there must be benefits and medals at the annual meeting. Deyun is a company and supports many people, so there must be these arrangements.
So on a small stage inside the box, Meng Hetang also held a microphone as the host to present awards.
"Thanks to Brother Cake and Brother Four for their duet. Next we have to change the link. Although there is no program, everyone should be excited.
That’s our annual recognition.”
Just as he was talking, Meng Hetang glanced at Zhou Hang next to him, who was holding a pile of certificates and awards in his hands, "There are all kinds of awards.
Let's start the first round of awarding.
First of all, the first God of Cookery Award is awarded to our teacher Hou Zhenhou from Deyun!!!"
"oh!!!"
"good!!!"
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
There were hundreds of people gathered in the magnificent box. At the front tables were senior figures such as Guo Degang, Yu Qian, Hou Zhen, Sun Yue, Gao Feng and Mr. Lao.
After that, it’s the disciples of Yunhe Jiuzike, including the students.
But Qi Yuncheng at the middle table was puzzled. He looked at the sesame cakes coming back from the performance next to him and laughed, "There is also this prize. Who designed it?"
Once I asked, I was sure I had asked the right person. I took a sip of Shaobing and wine and said, "Master Hou designed it himself."
"Okay!! Give yourself the award!!"
Qi Yuncheng couldn't stop laughing, but the next second he joined in the constant noise and cheers, especially some of the disciples behind him, who applauded desperately.
Hou Zhen was sitting at Guo Degang's table. Hearing that it was his own award, he pretended not to know.
The big round head looked around looking uncertain, and after a second or two, he came to Meng Hetang's side and took a printed certificate from Zhou Hang's hand.
"Well, let me give an acceptance speech. Why did I win this God of Cookery Award? It was not groundless.
Most people understand the word "God of Cookery", but they don't know that they watch it on TV. If there are people who don't watch TV, that's a big problem.
Let me explain more.
Because as long as there is a place where I am present, I will take care of the meal after the party is over. I know a lot, and I can tell by looking at what is delicious or not.
If you have any restaurants in the future, you can call me. I know better... Among them, there is one opposite Guangde Building..."
Bah bah!
When Hou Zhen touched the microphone, he couldn't stop talking. The key was that the box was not an open place, and the voices were gathered together through the microphone, making the sound exceptionally clear.
Guo Degang couldn't help but immediately waved to Xiao Meng from his seat at the head table.
Meng Hetang immediately went over and stopped, "Master Hou, there are prizes later, you can talk about it later."
"Is that true? I'm happy with what I said, and they are willing to listen."
"You can tell they are willing to listen."
Meng Hetang really wanted to say this at this moment, but forget it. He repeatedly asked Hou Zhen to stand aside and wait, and then continued to host in a straight tone.
"Congratulations to Teacher Hou Zhen, please wait here for a moment, we will take pictures later. Then the next person to win the title of God of Gamblers is Mr. Li Wenshan!!"
croak croak croak croak croak
After another burst of applause, Li Wenshan got down from his seat. Like Xing Wenzhao, he was one of the four elders of Deyun.
However, this old gentleman was a bit fat, so he walked over and asked.
"What have I gained?"
"God of Gambling!!" Meng Hetang said.
"Let's play!"
Li Wenshan, who had just arrived on the stage, was immediately unhappy, "What title do I get as the God of Gamblers? Who is the God of Gamblers?"
"You?" Meng Hetang said respectfully, and took the certificate from Zhou Hang's hand, "Isn't your name written on it?"
Li Wenshan still waved his hands in reluctance, "What kind of gambling god did I get? I'm confused. I have never played cards. Zha Jinhua doesn't understand. What is three missing one in playing cards? What is flowering on the bar? What is mahjong slipping?
, sixty-seventy-three, I don’t understand it at all.”
“I still don’t understand this!!!”
Hahahahaha!
As soon as Mr. Li Wenshan came up, the whole audience burst into laughter.
Even though De Yun Si is older, he is sometimes more fun than young people.
But Li Wenshan was still arguing with his child, "I don't know anything about gold flowers, flushes, or tractors.
As a result, I became a gambling god, am I wronged or not?"
Amidst bursts of laughter, Meng Hetang felt that it was difficult to be the host, but suddenly something occurred to him, "Whoever wins today will receive a big red envelope from my wife."
"Then you'd better give it to me!!"
Ha ha ha ha!
When the old man stretched out his hand to take the certificate, the people below were filled with joy again.
Everyone really cares about money.
After the person passed by, Meng Hetang continued to receive a certificate, "The following award is a title award for the spokesperson of the President of the United States..."
Hear this.
Yu Qian was stunned when he was sitting at the dinner table. He asked Guo Degang, who was smiling happily at the side, "Degang, who arranged these awards this year? It's a mess."
"Master Hou, he wrote all the awards."
"That's no wonder, that's all they do for fun."
Meng Hetang: "Winner Yue Yunpeng!!!"
The name is called out.
Yue Yunpeng was really confused. After standing up, she unexpectedly went to the stage and leaned over to see Xiao Meng's certificate of award.
I discovered that the spokesman for the President of the United States actually wrote.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone probably doesn't quite understand. Brother Yue, please say a few words in your hometown dialect, just like a joke that Master made before."
"Oh!" With a slap on the thigh, Yue Yunpeng reacted, smiled, and said in Henan dialect: "Why are you here?! What did you do to you, you idiot!!"
The voice fell.
Everyone who was confused at first finally understood that this was the dream of the Western Expedition that Master talked about, and the president of the United States in it was not speaking in the Henan dialect.
So Yue Yunpeng was waiting nearby with the certificate. It was the first time he had seen such a certificate. Although it was strange, the effect of the annual meeting was very good.
However, it can also be seen that almost all the key members of Deyun will receive awards at this year's annual meeting, otherwise why would they do this?
At the same time, Wang Hui walked away from the dinner table and began to prepare the big red envelope. She was happy at the annual meeting. As the chairman, why did she care about this little money.