Chapter 477 You son of a bitch, didn't you tell me earlier?
Chapter 477: Bastard, why didn’t you tell me earlier? [Please subscribe]
“Refund!!”
“Refund!!”
“We want a refund!!”
Yue Yunpeng couldn't get into the tune from the beginning. How could the audience not shout?
But everyone was joking and would not really run away.
Yue Yunpeng was helpless when he heard the voice. Either he did it intentionally to create atmosphere, or he didn't go in out of the blue, so he made a joke.
"Why are you refunding the tickets? My senior brother is the manager. If you go and refund the tickets, I won't charge you more."
Do you know the 100% refund handling fee?”
Playing with the bad joke of refunding tickets that he had done countless times before, Yue Yunpeng quickly looked at the accompaniment teachers with a smile on his face and said, "I'm sorry, I'm such a waste, so after I go in, can you guys follow me!"
I didn't expect that I could be so shameless.
Please, please."
After settling for a while, Yue Yunpeng spoke first.
“Yingying sits sullenly~~”
After the four words came out, the accompanist teachers next to him finally started to play the strings, and then tried their best to follow Yue Yunpeng to play their own notes.
"Put your chin on your hands~~
Call the matchmaker, come here quickly~~
Your girl has this unknown matter~~
You have to explain everything clearly from the beginning~~
Your girl, I am the daughter of this boudoir~~
Even if I put on rouge and powder, I always feel that it’s not white~~”
…
It started word for word.
Qi Yuncheng saw Qi Yuncheng in the side curtain and didn't know what expression to make. In terms of the feeling on the stage, after he realized what he was doing, he could do it.
The field control ability is very good.
As for the collapse on stage, the audience didn't care whether it was in tune or not, because they regarded it as a cross talk.
This was the purpose of his coming on stage. After all, when it comes to singing and singing, he is definitely not as good as others.
Just to tease the mood.
After he finished singing.
The audience gave applause.
"One more!"
"Yue Yue, one more!"
"One more!"
…
"I can't come even if I want to, I really can't do anything else!!"
The last sentence was given. Amidst laughter, Yue Yunpeng stepped down.
But it was quite embarrassing to step off the stage. I looked at my senior brother and cried, "I said no, I practiced all afternoon, but I still can't get into the tune!"
"The audience is very happy, isn't it over? Mission accomplished!"
Qi Yuncheng said something and quickly walked onto the stage amid the announcement.
When he came up, there was another big round of applause from the audience. If Xiaoyue was used to enhance the atmosphere before, he sang the drum music seriously.
After singing, Zhou Gulan stared at the Master from the side curtain with her eyes wide open, her expression very focused.
It seemed like I couldn't bear to leave for a moment.
After Yue Yunpeng saw this scene, he had to ask, "Do you like your master very much?"
"Um!"
Facing Uncle-in-law's words, Zhou Gulan answered affirmatively, so he looked over, but after looking for a second, he turned his eyes to the master again.
Yes, she does like her master very much.
Because if it weren't for her master, she might never be able to sing drum music again, and would only continue to study at the request of her parents, even after going to college.
So the master can be said to have saved her hope.
Very grateful!
Not to mention I like him. I fell in love with this teacher when my grandfather took him there to attend the training class.
Then he became his own master.
You have to thank yourself for being thick-skinned.
I just get goosebumps every time I think about the original situation.
It was so embarrassing. After hearing that the teacher was not her master, she went out in shame. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
It will soon become black history.
Looking at the struggling little girl, Yue Yunpeng raised the corners of his mouth, then turned to look at his senior brother with unspeakable envy.
The envy is not the envy of having a female apprentice.
I just envy my senior brother that he is a true disciple.
Because the master is capable and can teach his disciples.
What about him? He is about to take on a disciple, but knowing that he is just like that, taking a disciple is simply wishful thinking.
He never thought about taking on an apprentice.
But there is no way, things have come to this point.
In addition, he has a really good relationship with Liu Xiaoting and the others, so it would be more appropriate for him to accept it than for others.
Time passed bit by bit.
When Qi Yuncheng's performance was almost finished, Wang Hui finally arrived at the drum club.
"How about I'm late?"
Leng Buding saw Senior Niang, Yue Yunpeng shook his head, "It's still early, Senior Brother is performing now."
"That's good!"
Wang Hui was relieved. She had saved her money today. No matter how busy she was, she would still come and perform once.
I haven’t sung for more than ten years, and I can’t make up for it by just a few days after opening.
And while waiting for the master’s wife to perform on stage!
Qi Yuncheng, Yue Yunpeng and a group of people are still recording with their mobile phones. The recording is not only for commemoration, but also for juniors to learn to sing along with them.
At that time, there were so many old gentlemen who could not have passed down a few songs if they had not deliberately recorded them.
Especially Mr. Yan Qiuxia of the Bai School, who has been performing for decades, but finally recorded in his later years.
Whenever he thinks of this, Qi Yuncheng will feel emotional.
"Master, I'll take the recording while you go and take a rest."
Zhou Gulan looked at Master holding the mobile phone and immediately had the idea of taking over.
Taking a look at the beautiful Lanlan with her single ponytail, Qi Yuncheng nodded and went down to drink some water.
After drinking the water, I went up to the side curtain and saw Lan Lan recording the bass drum with her mobile phone. She couldn't help but laugh.
Master once said that they were a group of disciples.
Now he can also say this, she is such a good girl as a disciple.
"Master, I want to tell you something." Zhou Gulan said when he saw his master standing beside him again.
"What?"
“Can we increase the number of sessions from one session to two sessions per week?”
"Two shows?" Qi Yuncheng wondered, and said, "That means you will perform on Friday night and Saturday night?"
"Yeah!" Zhou Gulan, who immediately held the phone in both hands, lowered his head slightly, fearing that the master would disagree.
"Why?"
"I want to practice more!"
"But this is Tianjin, can you go back and forth?"
"Okay! I'm sixteen, and I still don't know where to take the bus? It's no problem. And my parents said that as long as my grades don't drop, there's no problem with the drum.
It’s no problem even if I practice at home.”
"..."
Qi Yuncheng didn't know what to say. It would be no problem if he went. He could send it. If he didn't have time, other senior brothers could also take it with him.
Because actor Deyun is still in Yanjing, they will definitely take the bus together when they go to Tianjin to perform drum music, and it will not be a problem for Zhou Gulan to tag along.
The key is to come back. After the performance, it will be too late.
Because he understands Lan Lan. Although Lan Lan opens the show, as long as he goes there, it is impossible not to watch a few more games.
"Master, please!"
Immediately, Zhou Gulan raised her head and bit her lower lip and looked at Qi Yuncheng aggrievedly.
"Don't follow your teacher's wife! Why don't you learn something good? If you learn something bad, you will slip away!" After Qi Yuncheng said this sentence, he laughed at himself. This sentence is a bit familiar. Master has said this so many times. pass them.
I never thought I would be able to say it one day.
But it's not a good thing for a girl to come home too late. Not to mention her mistress, Song Yi, who is completely different and has never heard of herself when they were in love.
"oops!"
Thinking of this for a moment, Qi Yuncheng suddenly felt that he had been given a hard time by the whole family.
What if everyone learns this trick in the future?
But he also has his own ideas.
"Party! There are more parties. You have to know how many songs you can!"
Take cross talk as an example! When you are a student, you have to know twenty jokes before you can perform properly!
And if you want to have performances and teams every day, you must know fifty things.
The young man was sent back to practice directly, how far have you practiced now?"
1510. Qi Yuncheng made it clear to his apprentice that he could not make her think that performing was easy. After all, he could assign scenes to her at will and make her think that performing was an easy task.
Although she only performs twice a week, she has to understand the truth.
And this is why actors who come from small theaters never fail.
Even Yue Yunpeng is like this. He has been doing cross talk in small theaters for more than ten years, and he may not be as good as other brothers in some aspects.
But when it comes to the control of the venue and the style of the performance, it can be seen that the performance in a small theater is not in vain.
Because if you want to get ahead and make more money, you have to work hard on the business and slowly change from starting to saving.
Then the income slowly changed from tens, to one hundred, to hundreds.
For money and effects, which actor will not work hard?
Behind the glamorous appearance of actors on stage, they are constantly competing with themselves.
Zhou Gulan could naturally hear what the master meant and kept silent, perhaps because he felt that it was a bit bad to ask for an encore casually.
But Qi Yuncheng also spoke.
"Learn three more pieces! After you finish learning, go to your Master Guo for an assessment. If you pass the assessment, I will give you a bonus!"
The word "assessment" is uncomfortable for anyone, but Zhou Gulan is different, because she knows that those who do folk art cannot do without assessment, otherwise they will not be able to make progress.
So he responded.
"I understand, Master! I will definitely study hard!"
This promise, don’t think it’s just three tracks.
But a big drum song lasts for more than 20 minutes, and every word must be implemented correctly, so even three pieces of music will take a while for Zhou Gulan, who is still in school.
However, she has talent, and the actual situation needs to be looked at in detail.
And while the master and apprentice were talking to each other, Yue Yunpeng stood a few meters away and listened to some of the words.
To be honest, he envied his senior brother from the moment he entered Deyun Club, and he still does so now.
But I am also very grateful that he took care of himself when he sold out his positions. Otherwise, the things he said on the stage just now would really make him unable to support himself.
People say every day that if you leave Deyun, there is no place for you here, it makes everyone go crazy.
If it’s not Master, Master’s Wife, Third Brother, Senior Brother Yuncheng and others, I’m afraid he has gone back to continue farming.
"Xiao Yue, will you sing after the curtain call?" Qi Yuncheng suddenly asked.
Yue Yunpeng came to his senses, and suddenly cried with a big face, "What should I sing! I can't do it anymore!"
"Hahaha! Forget it then!"
Qi Yuncheng smiled very happily. He really liked seeing him like that. He was very happy.
It’s just that time passed quickly today.
After all the drum songs were sung and the final curtain call took some time to chat with the audience, the day ended again.
The end is the end.
Qi Yuncheng went down to the backstage to calculate today's turnover.
The venue was opened to provide a platform for drum music, but losing money every day will definitely not last long.
Things have been fine in the past few days.
All were fully occupied.
But it's far from it. Because of the busy work of opening the place and various decorations, the wife has already invested a lot of money in it.
They don't expect to be able to recover their capital, it's enough to keep the business running smoothly.
But Qi Yuncheng couldn't guarantee that he would be able to come every day in the future, because he would have a performance there in a few days.
He is fully booked now.
Not to mention the first Beijing exhibition of my own after unboxing this year.
At the same time, I also wanted to talk about the book that Mr. Jin gave me.
I originally wanted to have one in a small theater, but Luan Yunping thought it could be put in the North Exhibition, so the show was scheduled.
This row.
When he was playing drum music in Tianjin, he often visited Grandpa Jin Wensheng every day or two.
After looking for my grandfather, I looked for my master again.
In the storytelling profession, it is best to have more than a hundred people. To tell stories to more than 2,000 people is only what my master can do.
So Qi Yuncheng completely changed his state for a while, watching the drum music club, arranging programs for the drum music club, and then learning storytelling.
The performance was about to take place. In the villa in the Rose Garden, Guo Degang looked at his child and said, "What's wrong? Why do you feel that the storytelling situation is different this time? Wasn't the Drum Music Club still in good condition when it opened?"
"There is no good time!" Qi Yuncheng took the book given by Grandpa Jin, "I just performed a few performances at the Drum Music Club the day before yesterday, and now I will switch to storytelling again.
My mind is a little confused."
"What's the point of storytelling? It's not like you haven't said it before."
"Yes! But I think Grandpa Jin has stopped telling stories and has handed over all his books to me. It would be very embarrassing if I couldn't say it right."
"Master, you are trying to keep yourself busy. How can a person do everything well?"
Guo Degang was helpless and continued to speak, "Your grandfather didn't give you the notebook so that you could say the same thing.
I know that you have been exposed to drum music recently and have learned about the loneliness of some drum music, and subconsciously you also want to make other favorite music arts better.
But it’s not something one person can do. You need to take your time.
He just opened a drum music club and then turned his head into storytelling.
I’m afraid you’re not possessed by a demon, Master!”
"No, Master!" Qi Yuncheng said helplessly, "When I approached Grandpa Jin before, Grandpa Jin was happy and said he didn't have to wait for the twentieth anniversary before coming here.
He will be coming to the Beijing Exhibition this time."
"You bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Guo Degang's expression changed instantly, and he stumbled over a few steps on his short legs, looking slightly anxious.
Because the old man has a very good relationship with him, just like his father.
Then he definitely wants his children to behave in front of him.
No wonder the child finished playing drum music and ran to storytelling again.
When Qi Yuncheng was called a bastard, what could he do? He smiled and spoke.