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Chapter 235: Wind! East Wind!

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

Inside the People's Art Theatre, the applause finally died down.

However, the audience could not calm down so quickly.

Everyone was discussing the plot of "Shang Yang" with familiar or unfamiliar audiences around them, and they even forgot to leave.

When Wan Fang saw how successful the drama was, her eyes turned red and she cried with joy.

No one understood better than her the pain that Wan Jiabao suffered from the creative bottleneck in his later years. He even felt that living like this was meaningless.

Finally, finally I wrote something big!

"Why are you still crying?"

Li Xiaolin took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears. "Yanzi, congratulations. This time, Shang Yang will become the signature of the People's Art Theatre, just like Teahouse, Sunrise, and Thunderstorm. Can you lend the script to the Shanghai People's Art Theatre?"

"Sister Xiaolin, you are asking the wrong person."

Fangyan said that the right to use the script must be approved by the People's Art Theatre.

After all, this is someone's favorite thing now.

"Clap clap clap."

The applause gradually died down and the audience began to leave.

Gradually, the crowd left the theater little by little.

Fang Hong held Fang Yan's hand and left with Shen Shuang's family first, leaving Fang Yan alone to continue staying in the People's Art Theater.

As the original author, I had to greet and discuss with editors of major newspapers and magazines, reporters, literary critics, and people related to the theater industry. It took a while to deal with them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the old men and their companions walking toward the backstage of the performance.

He also saw Hu Muqiao walking towards him.

"For the song at the end, Jiabao Gong said you wrote the lyrics?"

"What do you think?" Fangyan nodded.

"it is good!"

Hu Muqiao also relayed the old man's evaluation, which was very nice!
Fangyan was a little proud, but when he heard him say that he would arrange this song for the Culture Department's Spring Festival Gala this year, he was stunned.

Following "Hot Girl", here comes another one!
If things continue like this, the time will come when Fang Xiaojiang will take up eight out of the total one-stone song program for the Spring Festival Gala!
"Your book 'The Grandmaster Huang Feihong' is also well written."

Hu Muqiao looked at him with great appreciation and said that the old man liked it very much. He used to read Jin Yong's martial arts novels to relax, and now he reads his martial arts novels and recommends them to other old friends.

Fangyan was very surprised. Which old friend could it be?
Hu Muqiao smiled and said, "But there is one thing. Is this "The Grandmaster Huang Feihong" the same as "The Qin Splitting?" There is also a 'Next Time'?"

"You guessed it right. There is indeed a second part."

Fangyan was startled and said, "If you confess, you will be treated leniently."

Hu Muqiao rolled his eyes helplessly, "You, I don't know who you learned this habit of writing halfway through a book from!"

"hey-hey."

Fangyan followed him, and as they walked and talked, he heard him reveal the intention of the elders to urge him to write more, telling him to stop running around and hurry up to write "Yuzi 2", no, to write "The Grandmaster Huang Feihong 2".

"Don't worry, I'm writing it. I'm already writing it."

"There is also a sequel to "The Great Qin Splitting"!"

Hu Muqiao said kindly, "You have to pay more attention, too."

Faced with the big guys' online urging for more updates, Fang Yan felt a little uneasy. Although he was as prolific as a sow, there was no way he could give birth this way.

Even the pigs in the production team have to observe confinement after childbirth!
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When Fangyan arrived backstage, the old man had already left.

Zhang Guangnian, Zhou Weizhi, Li Yaotang and others were also preparing to leave. Wan Jiabao called him and sent them all the way to the entrance of the People's Art Theatre.

After watching the Red Flag cars disappear from sight, Fang Yan turned around and looked at Mr. Wan, whose face was filled with fatigue:
"Sir, you should go back and rest early."

"Well, you have made a great contribution to the great success of Shang Yang." Wan Jiabao patted his arm with great appreciation.

"I haven't done anything great. You're flattering me."

Fangyan said that this is all the collective wisdom and hard work.

"Haha."

Wan Jiabao smiled and said, "You should go back and rest early too."

"Eh."

Fangyan nodded and went back into the theater.

At this time, the audience had already left.

Only the theater staff were still cleaning. It was too late today and the staff were tired but excited.

Zuo Juhen exclaimed, "The play Shang Yang is so enjoyable to watch!"

Fangyan came to the dressing room, which was bustling with activity.

Young and middle-aged actors such as Bao Guoan, Song Dandan, Zhu Lin, Jiang Wen, and Chen Daoming gathered together and had a great chat.

Some were even so busy chatting that they didn't even take off their makeup.

"Teacher Fang!?"

Zhu Lin was the first to notice Fang Yan and stood up. Bao Guoan and others also greeted him enthusiastically upon seeing him.

Song Dandan was extremely excited, "Teacher Fang, I still can't believe that I can see..."

Bao Guoan pretended to cough, "Ahem!"

"Teacher Bao, you are going to be famous now."

Fangyan smiled.

"Teacher Fang, please don't say that."

When Bao Guoan thought of the comments made by the old man, Li Yaotang and others about him, he became very emotional and his face turned red as if he was drunk.

Without waiting for Fang Yan to speak, Jiang Wen praised: "We just said that. Teacher Bao brought the role of Qin Xiaogong to life this time. Even when acting opposite Teacher Lan, he was not inferior. It's really amazing."

"Yeah, that's awesome."

Liang Guanhua, Chen Daoming and others echoed in unison.

“You guys performed really well too.”

Fangyan praised Jiang Wen, Chen Daoming and Zhang Guangbei for their wonderful performance in the last scene, one after another.

When it was Zhu Lin's turn, he was also full of praise. "You have made great progress, especially in crying scenes."

"Thank you, Teacher Fang."

Zhu Lin smiled and said, "It's all thanks to your guidance!"

"That's right, it's all thanks to your guidance!"

Many actors responded to the encouragement of dialects.

"Teacher Fang, the play Shang Yang will be performed for half a month. Will you come to the People's Art Theatre to watch the play again? Come and see us again?"

"Of course! I will definitely come again!"

In the dressing room, Fang Yan chatted and laughed with the actors for a long time. When he saw that it was too late, he got up and said goodbye.

"There are no buses at this hour."

"How are you going to get back?"

Hearing the concern for himself, Zhu Lin replied that he had already discussed it with Song Dandan and would share a bed with her for the night.

"Alright."

Fangyan gave up the idea of ​​giving her a ride.

When I got home, it was already late at night.

After a simple wash, he did not turn off the lights to sleep, but instead kept the light on and seized the time to write "Saving Private Ryan".

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The next day, mainstream newspapers such as the Literary Gazette, Literature Newspaper, Yenching Daily, and China Youth Daily were the first to report on the grand premiere of Shang Yang at the People's Art Theater last night.

The articles are long and short, but they are all full of praise.

It is also because of this that the influence of "Shang Yang" is gradually spreading rapidly to areas outside Yanjing.

As soon as the news came out, enthusiastic audiences flocked to the event.

Tickets for the performance were so hard to come by that the People's Art Theatre had to issue a "purchase limit order", limiting the number of tickets a person could buy to two.

Every evening, long queues of people would form at the ticket office, and the scene was comparable to that of buying train tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush.

For a time, the "Shang Yang style" once again blew through the city.

The popularity of "Shang Yang" made "The Great Qin Splitting" in Yanjing Bookstore popular again, and sales increased.

As the author of the original work, Fang Yan became the subject of interviews by many newspapers. They either talked about "Shang Yang" or "The Splitting of the Great Qin". Fortunately, it did not affect his normal get off work and rest.

At this time, it was noon.

It's time for the editorial department to play cards together.

"Yanzi, you are very familiar with the People's Art Theatre, right?"

Tian Zengxiang played his cards while looking at Fangyan.

"Quite familiar."

Fangyan was very surprised.

"Hey, can you help me get two tickets?"

Tian Zengxiang said: "Just two, just two!"

"Yanzi, I want to be like Lao Tian."

Zhang Shouren's eyes lit up and he said that his wife had been talking about wanting to see "Shang Yang" every day, but she had never been able to get a ticket.

"You don't think I'm a ticket scalper, do you? I don't have any tickets, and I won't give you my life!" Fangyan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Hahaha."

In an instant, the whole room burst into laughter.

"To be honest, I really want to find a ticket scalper."

Tian Zengxiang sighed.

Due to the "purchase restriction order", ticket prices for "Shang Yang" have also risen sharply. Originally, tickets for the worst seats were only a few cents, but they were driven up several times by these ticket scalpers, not to mention those at the front seats, which can easily cost twenty or thirty yuan.

The most outrageous thing is that even though the ticket prices have been driven up to such a high level, there are actually people who buy them.

"Didn't the Price Bureau come out to take care of it?"

Fang Yan frowned, "This is also considered speculation. Didn't the relevant departments send people to clean it up?"

"Of course I do."

Zhang Shouren said helplessly, "I heard that three ticket scalpers were arrested yesterday, and the rest all ran away. But the problem is that the ticket scalpers have run away, and there are no more tickets! In the past, there were ticket scalpers, and everyone bought tickets from them. Now there are no ticket scalpers, so we can only ask people for tickets. There are even fewer tickets, and the price is higher!"

"That's right. The higher the virtue, the higher the evil."

Tian Zengxiang said: "Otherwise I wouldn't come to you for help."

"Okay, I'll help you this time."

Fangyan pondered for a while and nodded.

Zhang Shouren said happily: "Yanzi, thank you!"

"I think, given the current status of Shang Yang, Qin: The Fission has a good chance of winning this year's Mao Dun Literature Prize." Tian Zengxiang looked left and right, "Don't you think so?"

Fangyan waved his hand and said, "Who can say for sure? Let's wait for the final list of winners to be announced."

"Yanzi, I think what Lao Tian said makes sense."

Zhang Shouren said: "I don't know if you have noticed that the word 'reform' has been mentioned more frequently in the newspapers recently."

Fangyan smiled but said nothing.

The drama "Shang Yang" was performed and major newspapers such as "Xinhua Daily" and "Guangming Daily" also promoted it in articles. Moreover, they used "Shang Yang" to discuss "reform and opening up" not only from the perspective of literature and art, but also from various aspects such as theory, justice, and economy.

All of a sudden, the long-dormant "reform" was rekindled in the storm brought about by "Shang Yang".

Gradually, the wind of reform spread in all directions.

It blew all the way down to coastal provinces and cities such as Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Jiangnan, Shanghai, Fujian, and eastern Guangdong, naturally including Shekou.

Yuan Geng was flipping through the Southern Daily. In front of him were the Yangcheng Evening News, Yangcheng Daily and other newspapers, all of which had published news about Shang Yang. The word "reform" appeared between the lines.

"This is called 'borrowing the east wind'!"

"The east wind of reform is finally blowing again."

While reading the newspaper, I sighed: "When the wind blows, the clouds fly. How can we find brave warriors to guard the four directions? Now, the wind is coming. It is time for us, the brave warriors, to continue the reform like Shang Yang did!"

(End of this chapter)