The domestic performance market is indeed becoming more and more popular.
Especially after the Olympics, when local governments got rich, they started developing tourism projects one after another, including the Pear Blossom Festival, Peach Blossom Festival, and Cauliflower Festival.
When doing projects, you have to set up a stage. The one most often hired is the China Song and Dance Theater. There are more than 400 performances a year, and nearly 200 million can be earned from performances.
There are also people who dance folk dances, talk about cross talk, and sing Peking opera, which are all good times. Peking opera is usually a personal hobby of the boss, and employees are invited to watch the opera on their birthdays.
Yes, that’s right. A hundred years ago, landlords’ houses held church gatherings, and a hundred years ago or so, bosses’ houses held church gatherings.
After hearing what Yao Yuan said, Sun Jianjun didn't say whether he was right or not, but he agreed with the trend that the performance market was getting better and better, and couldn't help but make a calculation in his heart.
Prince and general Xiang Ning is so kind!
He also wants to be the boss.
Yao Yuan looked at his expression and said with a smile: "Uncle Sun, speaking of which, I want to ask you for a favor."
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
"My classmates and I made a small website..."
"Website? Oh the Internet, high technology, understand!"
"I would like to recommend a place for students to eat, drink and have fun, but there is no content right now. You happen to be doing this. Can you let me know if you have any performances in the future?"
"..."
How could Sun Jianjun understand? He looked like he was chatting across servers, and Yao Yuan said again: "On what day, where, and what performance, please tell me this information and I will post it online."
"oh……"
This time Sun Jianjun understood and asked: "As long as this information is needed, nothing else is needed."
"No, no, I'd really appreciate it if you could do me this favor."
"It's a trivial matter. Lao Yao is here anyway. Just ask him directly!"
"That's different. I must report it to you."
Tsk!
Sun Jianjun couldn't help but look at his old uncle, how could you give birth to such an exquisite nephew?
The three of them were chatting when they suddenly heard chaotic footsteps outside the courtyard. Then with a bang, someone kicked the door open and shouted: "Brother Sun, there's a fight!"
The old man stood up quickly, his face full of excitement.
"Fuck, you are trying to find trouble for me every day!"
Sun Jianjun also stood up, cursing, sliding his right hand first, taking off the watch on his left wrist, stuffing it into his leather bag and throwing it to Yao Yuan, then turned around and picked up a stick.
"no……"
"you two……"
Yao Yuan was a gentle man, and he had pointed out Jiangshan's style just now, but he was timid when it came to making a move. He stammered and before he could say anything, the two men had already ran out.
He hesitated for a moment, then hugged his bag and followed him out.
There was a small street outside with no street lights, only the dim light at the entrance of the canteen was on. The sounds of footsteps, yelling, and the banging of sticks on the flesh were wrapped in a dense and erratic shadow.
He stood and watched from a distance, unable to tell who was who.
Suddenly a shirtless guy jumped out and kicked a group of shadows lying on the ground. Someone came up from behind and tried to attack him, but another person knocked him down with a stick.
"Oh, this is old uncle!"
Yao Yuan squatted in the corner and shivered. About five minutes later, several people fled and a few returned victorious.
"Damn it, even the big boss, a chicken head dares to look down on us!"
"These chicken heads are the meanest. They bully the weak and fear the strong. I have wanted to kill them for a long time!"
"I won't go there anymore, I'll just find another one!"
“That new pedicure shop is beautiful!”
Including Sun Jianjun, there are a total of eight people who have just performed "Young and Dangerous: Tong County Storm".
The shirtless guy was tall, with muscles like a little mouse, and there was some blood on him. He came over and said with a smile: "College student, I didn't scare you, did I?"
"It's okay, it's okay, you are mighty!"
"Haha, it's funny, when I was a soldier..."
The shirtless brother said half of it, and a few people went into the courtyard to get water and wash themselves. Yao Yuan couldn't go in to eat at this time, so he returned the bag to Sun Jianjun and chatted with the old uncle in the canteen department.
Before the old man's excitement was over, Balabala told the story about those chicken heads.
"..."
Yao Yuan rolled his eyes. It was only because of the serious fights that you ran back to your hometown to stay. He immediately advised: "Uncle, don't go to fight when your brain gets hot. You came to the capital to make money, not to fight."
."
"You don't understand! You think that the business fell from the sky, and that it was all stolen. There are several teams in the company responsible for installing the stage, and we are just one of them. Sometimes the work happens, and we have to fight.
."
The old uncle looked at the dark surroundings where all kinds of male thieves and female prostitutes were hidden, and said: "Besides, this place is very messy, and there are people from everywhere. If you are afraid, you will be bullied."
"But your fight is worthless. You are just playing for fun."
"What do you mean?"
The old uncle was stunned.
"Are those all retired?"
"yes."
"Are you good at skills?"
"It's not bad. The eight of us can chase twenty people."
Tsk!
If you have this condition, don’t go into the dirty world, bah, what a pity it is for the entertainment industry!
I just need this group of people to fight and kill!
"That's it, look at you, good people are not good people, black people are not black people, living in Tong County costs 1,800 yuan, you have to think about the future.
That Uncle Sun is a thoughtful person and he definitely wants to go it alone. You should keep an eye on him. If you can’t be the first in command, why not be the second in command?”
"Why do I get more and more confused the more I listen?"
"In short, the cake in this industry is not small and you can make money. If you accumulate more experience, we will also be the boss in the future."
"My boss?"
The old uncle pointed at his whole body and said happily: "Stop talking nonsense, do you think I look like a boss?"
"Let me help you!"
"Haha, okay, then I'll rely on my eldest nephew."
The old uncle didn't take it seriously at all. He saw that it was getting late, so he found a small hotel nearby, which cost 20 yuan a night and had a public toilet and water room.
Finally, I ran back to my residence and brought a large bag of things.
"Uncle has no money in his pocket, and there is nothing useful. These are the specialty gifts given by people who go to various places to install the show. I think some of them are quite good."
"I don't need this, you can keep it for yourself."
"Take it, take it!"
The old uncle blamed himself and said: "Logically speaking, we are both in the capital, and you came all the way here during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I can't treat you badly. But I really have no conditions, so just take it."
Yao Yuan could only accept it.
The money from the SMS Alliance has not yet arrived, and he is not rich either, otherwise he would have to give some money no matter what.
"Then I'll go back tomorrow morning. If you have anything to do, don't worry about it. I'll go by myself."
"It's really something. Some unit in Tong County is holding an event. I have to get up early to set up the stage."
"What kind of event? The National Day has passed."
"The holidays haven't passed yet. Anyway, I just found some reason to perform. Since there are no stars, I hired a folk art troupe to do cross talk. It's a small job..."