Chapter 2252 Listening to Crosstalk

When it comes to listening to crosstalk, if you're not sitting in the front row, it's really no different from listening on TV or a computer.

That was something Zhao Fusheng had heard from Dong Chenxi on the way over.

He agreed wholeheartedly, finding it quite reasonable.

And indeed it was.

You see, in a theater, if crosstalk seats are full, there are at least a thousand people.

If you're sitting far from the front row at a time like that, you can't even hear what's being said on stage, and there's no way to interact—it's just too boring.

Sitting in the front row lets you interact with the performers, and you can even cause a little trouble now and then—it's quite fun.

Dong Chenxi and the others naturally felt the same.

Yu Qian personally led the way, bringing Zhao Fusheng and the others into the theater and specially arranging seats for them in the front row.

By then, the performance had already started, and some performers were already on stage.

The audience suddenly saw a few figures walk in under Yu Qian's guidance and sit in the front row, and they were immediately a bit surprised.

"Uncle Qian?"

"Looks like him. No way—he's the finale act, why is he here so early?"

"Who are those people? They're even wearing sunglasses."

"Oh, it's Yu Feihong."

"And that other one... unfamiliar face."

"I think I've seen that woman somewhere!"

"Yu Feihong? Yu Feihong actually came to listen to crosstalk!"

"Which Yu Feihong?"

"The one who acts in movies. I heard she even acted in a Hollywood film that got into the Oscars!"

"Really? Come on, let me record this."

The audience did all sorts of things, and soon someone posted photos online. Sure enough, Yu Feihong's fans instantly recognized her—it really was their own slacker of an artist.

Exactly!

In the eyes of Yu Feihong's fans, she really was a bit of a slacker—doing charity work, managing a film company, and occasionally posting on her blog or Weibo. But now she didn't even use Weibo much. If that wasn't slacking off, what was?

"How did Fairy Sister end up hanging out with our Tao'er?"

"Going to listen to crosstalk?"

"Ah, I remember now. A while ago, Yu Feihong posted a photo with Yu Qian. They must know each other."

"So beautiful! My wife!"

In the eyes of fans, whatever their favorite celebrity does is right.

Yu Feihong's fans were no different.

And at that very moment, sitting in the theater, Zhao Fusheng looked completely intrigued.

"It's pretty fun, isn't it?"

Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yeah, it's quite novel."

Yu Qian still had to go on stage later, so it wasn't appropriate for him to stay long. After seeing them settled, he left.

The ones performing on stage now were two fat guys. One had a round face and small eyes, incredibly ugly. The other had a big belly, practically a ball of fat.

And sure enough, with their appearance, their crosstalk was actually quite funny. Zhao Fusheng laughed out loud several times.

"That's Old Guo's disciple Xiao Yue, and that's his partner Sun Yue, also a pretty interesting person."

Yu Feihong knew Zhao Fusheng didn't understand the relationships here, so she introduced them with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded repeatedly. He actually knew, but at this moment he could only pretend not to.

Time passed quickly. Over an hour later, Zhao Fusheng felt for the first time that sitting in a small theater listening to crosstalk was a very interesting thing.

He had asked Ye Jing to integrate the small theaters in the capital area earlier; he wondered how that was going.

And just then, amid a burst of applause from the audience,

Yu Qian and a short, dark-skinned fat man walked onto the stage in long gowns.

As soon as he stood there and glanced down at the audience, the dark fat man's face changed, and he turned to run.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?"

Yu Qian behind him couldn't even hold the guy back!

The dark fat man was naturally Guo Degang, but his action left Dong Chenxi, Yu Feihong, and the others completely bewildered.

What was going on?

They had clearly seen that this Teacher Guo had taken one look at Zhao Fusheng and then turned to leave the stage.

Did Zhao Fusheng have a grudge against him?

Impossible!

Given Zhao Fusheng's status, to put it bluntly, even if Guo Degang wanted to provoke Zhao Fusheng, he wouldn't have the chance!

Zhao Fusheng was also completely confused, having no idea what was happening.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you leaving?"

Yu Qian was also stunned. He dragged the fat Guo back to the front of the stage: "Come on, what are you running for?"

The fat Guo glanced at Zhao Fusheng and grinned.

"I have to run. This, this is my creditor!"

Boom!

The whole audience burst into laughter!

They naturally didn't know Zhao Fusheng's identity. Though they didn't understand what was going on, everyone started booing.

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

Only then did Zhao Fusheng realize that the fat Guo was using him for a gag.

The so-called 'gag' refers to a way crosstalk performers tease each other.

There's a lot of skill involved. First, you can't use someone you have a conflict with for a gag, unless you're deliberately targeting them. Also, you can't say things the audience won't understand.

Moreover, you can't gag about elders or sensitive topics.

Overall, if your crosstalk skills aren't up to par or your partner isn't默契 enough, it's best not to do 'impromptu gags'—that is, improvised teasing. One, your partner might not be able to pick it up; two, the person being teased might not take it lightly.

Clearly, the fat Guo's gag just now was very successful.

It successfully stirred up the audience's atmosphere, and everyone was curious about who this person really was.

It must be said, Yu Qian and the fat Guo were truly a perfect match. Their cooperation was very默契. Hearing the fat Guo say that, Yu Qian followed up: "Oh? How come I didn't know about this?"

"Teacher Yu, you're a rich man. When have you ever bothered with Deyun Society's affairs? I have to scrape a living everywhere. I saw this gentleman once from afar. Let me ask you, did you charge him for the ticket?"

The fat Guo asked with a smile.

"Of course I did. Anyone who comes to listen to crosstalk here has to pay to get in!"

Yu Qian replied.

"Oh no!"

The fat Guo slapped his thigh: "My ancestors, oh no, oh no. This year's rent is probably going to double!"

"Haha, so it turns out this gentleman is the landlord!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

The audience in the theater booed again.

But they didn't think much of it. After all, they knew Yu Qian and Yu Feihong were acquainted—they were from the same family, so to speak. They assumed the fat Guo also knew Zhao Fusheng and was just teasing him.

No one knew that these people really weren't familiar with each other.

Yu Feihong and the others were also laughing uncontrollably. Finally, Dong Chenxi quietly asked Zhao Fusheng: "Do you know this fat guy?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "How would I know him?"

He was telling the truth. He really didn't know the fat Guo.

He had listened to Deyun Society's crosstalk once before, but back then, he hadn't met them face to face.

Times had changed. After several years, he could barely remember the programs he'd heard back then.

He just hadn't expected the other party to recognize him.

That made Zhao Fusheng a bit curious.

"That's a bit strange. How does he know you?"

Zheng Yao whispered from the side.

You see, Zhao Fusheng was usually very low-key. Not only did he rarely give interviews, but he also didn't attend general public events, leaving those matters to Zheng Yao and the others.

Many mid-level cadres in the Future Group didn't even know the chairman's true face.

Yet this little fat guy knew him—that was truly surprising.

"How should I know? I came here once before, but I forget whether it was with Fan Baobao or Old Jiang."

Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao and the others: "Could it have been then?"

"I don't think so."

Zheng Yao shook her head: "You don't even remember him, so how could he know you?"

Given Old Jiang's temperament, if he had brought Zhao Fusheng here, he would definitely have kept a low profile. How could he have given the other party a chance to recognize Zhao Fusheng?

"Let's wait and see. He'll probably come over to say hello later."

Dong Chenxia spoke up at that moment.

The others nodded, naturally understanding her meaning.

Since the other party knew Zhao Fusheng, and Yu Feihong and the others came often and were acquainted, he would naturally come to greet them later.

As it turned out, Dong Chenxi's estimate was quite accurate.

Yu Qian and the fat Guo's performance was the finale. After they finished, today's show came to an end.

As the performers on stage thanked the audience, Yu Feihong and Zhao Fusheng's group had already left the audience seats and quietly made their way backstage.

Otherwise, if they stayed in the audience, they'd soon be surrounded by fans.

Yu Feihong was quite familiar with the backstage area, constantly greeting the young members of Deyun Society.

"Sister."

"Brother Fei."

"Sister Feihong."

They called her all sorts of things, leaving Zhao Fusheng a bit dizzy.

Soon, the fat Guo and Yu Qian came off stage.

"Hello, hello. Sorry, sorry. I made a joke at your expense on stage today."

Unexpectedly, the fat Guo smiled as soon as he met them and kept apologizing to Zhao Fusheng for using him in a gag on stage.

Zhao Fusheng looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you know me?"

The people around also looked at him curiously.

The fat Guo nodded honestly: "Chairman Zhao, please don't joke with me. I saw you once when I went to the company to handle some business."

"Ah?"

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be stunned.

"When?"

"Ahem, it's like this. Ever since this theater was acquired by the company, I've been going to Future Film from time to time to meet with General Manager Ye. Once, as I was about to leave, a secretary came in and said you had arrived. That's how I saw you from a distance."

The fat man quickly explained to Zhao Fusheng.

He wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that this gentleman always valued his privacy. It was only natural that he would be curious about being recognized so abruptly.

Upon hearing this, the expression on Zhao Fusheng's face instantly became interesting.

Not only him, but also Dong Chenxi, Zheng Yao, and the other women—their expressions were also quite interesting.

No one had expected it to be like this.

This place turned out to be a small theater under Future Film!