Lovely Wife from Heaven: Husband, it's amazing

Chapter 127
At night, the Qingge Pavilion was full of guests, and the night life of feasting and feasting began again.According to the usual practice, traditional performances such as singing, dancing, playing the piano, and blowing the flute will be in front of the show, and finally the cross talk combination of Jing Ran and Wang Qi will be on stage.

Because Wang Qi hasn't memorized those new cross talks, so this time the performance is still yesterday's cross talk, but this time Wang Qi is doing it for fun.

It is precisely because Wang Qi was replaced as a teaser that the effect of the cross talk was much better than yesterday. Although it was a cross talk that had already been told, the actors played it differently, so it sounded like a new cross talk.

The silver rewards continued, the applause continued, and the laughter continued. The audience asked for an extra performance, and Xianglan repeatedly promised that there would be an extra performance for tomorrow night's performance.

In this way, the business of Qing Ge Hall became more and more popular, and Wang Qi still had die-hard fans. These people came to Qing Ge Hall without looking for a girl, they came purely to listen to Wang Qi's cross talk.

Jing Ran and Wang Qi were very tired because the audience always asked for extra performances. Jing Ran said to Xianglan: "Now that our cross talk is so popular, singing and dancing are reduced to a foil. Why don't we train a few more people to specialize in cross talk Right? On the one hand, we won’t be too tired to affect the effect of the cross talk, on the other hand, if we have any personal reasons and cannot perform, there are still people who can substitute.”

Xianglan thinks this suggestion is very good, but there is only one person like Wang Qi in their Qingge hall, so where can I find another Wang Qi?

Xiang Lan said awkwardly: "Your suggestion is good, but it's hard to find people."

Jing Ran said, "Leave it to me, I'll go out and find it for you."

Xianglan rolled her eyes and said, "Don't play tricks, do you want to take the opportunity to escape? I have crossed more bridges than you have traveled, and you still want to play tricks on me?"

Jing Ran thought to herself: As expected of an old bustard, she is a human being. I haven't thought about that yet, but I have already thought of it in advance, and even blocked my way.

Jing Ran said: "You can send two people to follow me. I really want to help you make a lot of money. If you don't want to make money, forget it."

Xianglan thought about it, thought for a while, and asked, "Where do you go to find someone? Even if you find someone, they may not necessarily come to us."

Jing Ran said: "The people I'm looking for are definitely not princes and princes, but ordinary people. These people can be beggars, small traders, vegetable farmers, street gangsters, or scholars. Speaking, I don’t have stage fright. In fact, cross talk actors mainly rely on their eyes. I can’t tell what the standard is. Anyway, I will come back and tell you when I see it. As for how to invite people over, it’s up to you. .”

Xiang Lan was dubious and said, "Then I'll give you three days to go out and try it out. If you don't find a suitable person, don't look for it anymore. Let's talk about cross talk with Wang Qi with peace of mind."

Jing Ran nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go out and look for it tomorrow."

Jing Ran did this mainly to lighten her own burden. If she could find someone to replace her, she would be a director behind her back, a screenwriter and so on, so she wouldn't have to show her face in fear every day. Not everyone is born to be an actor yes.

In the early morning of the next day, Jing Ran got up to wash and dress at dawn, and Xianglan sent two burly men to follow her. It seems that these two men should be the caretakers of Qingge Hall.

Jing Ran first pays attention to those little beggars who come out early in the morning to beg for food. One is that the cost is relatively low.The second is that most of them wandered in the market and had heard so many stories. In order to beg for food, they often beat broken bowls and made up some jingles for fun.

(End of this chapter)