"Is it interesting? Is it different from what you see on TV?"
Comrade Lao Du asked Du Chen curiously. He was not a person who liked to join in the fun, but he was willing to try the new things that Du Chen mentioned.
"Let's go, Lao Du. We don't have any plans for the evening anyway, so let's go see what's going on!"
Without waiting for Du Chen to speak, Lao Ding was already impatient. He knew that Comrade Lao Du didn't like crowds, so he was worried that Comrade Lao Du would refuse.
"It's quite different from TV, Dad. The crosstalk on TV is mostly newly written jokes, while the crosstalk in the teahouse is all old jokes. Each crosstalk lasts about half an hour and is very interesting!"
"And most importantly, in a teahouse, you listen to crosstalk with the performers on stage and off stage, and the audience can interact directly with the performers. The atmosphere is particularly good."
"Really? Can you interact with the actors? Aren't you afraid of mistakes?"
Old Ding became even more curious after hearing this. In his opinion, if he interacted with the audience, there would be too many uncontrollable factors, and the probability of making mistakes would increase exponentially. If he couldn't keep up the conversation, he would be embarrassed and it would be too embarrassing.
"Uncle Ding, as long as it's not intentional to ruin the show, and the connection is just right, the audience will like it and everyone will be happy together. If the actor doesn't catch it, it's because he's not well-trained. If he catches it well, it will be a better laugh."
Why do people like to go to small theaters to watch crosstalk or talk shows? It is because it is real happiness, without awkward sensationalism or irritating preaching. It is as simple as spending money to gain happiness.
"That's great, Lao Du. What are you hesitating about? I don't have anything to do anyway, so let's go listen to crosstalk tonight!"
Lao Ding once again encouraged Comrade Lao Du.
Comrade Lao Du looked at Ren Surong and Jia Xiaomin, and seeing that neither of them objected, he nodded in agreement.
"Chenchen, what time does the show start?"
Old Ding was already a little impatient and asked Du Chen directly.
"The show starts at 7 o'clock, so we have to be there around 6 o'clock. We'll go eat nearby around 5 o'clock, and then we'll go to the show. The show usually ends around 11 o'clock. There may be an encore, which usually ends around 11:30!"
It was Du Chen's idea to enter the venue an hour in advance. Now Lao Guo and Qian Ge are becoming more and more famous in a small circle, and today is Saturday, so there will be more people, so Du Chen suggested entering the venue after six o'clock.
"It's quite a while, haha. After the crosstalk, it's time to go back to bed. By the way, who else will be there tonight?"
Old Ding asked curiously.
"Let's just go with our two families. I'm not going to invite anyone else."
Du Chen thought about it and gave up the idea of contacting other people.
"Mom and Dad, please stay in the car first. I'll go down and make a phone call."
"Well, you go ahead and do your thing!"
"No rush, I'll call the teahouse and ask them to reserve the tickets. Otherwise, I'm worried they won't be able to get them when I get there."
Du Chen explained.
“So many people?”
Ren Surong asked Du Chen curiously. She was not very interested in crosstalk, but she became interested when she heard that tickets were not available. Not being able to buy tickets meant that it was popular, so she was a little curious now.
“Yeah, there are quite a lot of people!”
As Du Chen said this, he opened the door and got out of the car.
“Beep, beep…”
"Hello?"
"Brother Guo, it's me, Du Chen."
"What's wrong, Chenchen? Do you have any good ideas to tell me?"
Lao Guo was laughing heartily on the other end. Listening to his laughter, you could tell how good his mood was.
"Haha, I don't have any good ideas at the moment. Let's just keep doing what we thought we would do before, and things will definitely get better."
When Du Chen heard the little black fat man's laughter, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Laughter is contagious.
"Well, what you said makes sense. When do you have time, let's sit down together and call your brother Qian, so we can have a good chat."
"Haha, Brother Guo, no need to find a time, let's do it tonight!"
Du Chen continued to smile and said to the little black fat man.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"My parents are in Beijing for some business. I'm going to take them to your place to listen to some crosstalk tonight. We can have a meal together after the show!"
"That's a good feeling, no problem!"
Old Guo was smiling on the other end of the phone. He wanted to see what kind of parents could raise such a child.
"Brother Guo, I'm calling you to remind you to save the tickets for me. Don't worry, I'll be there tonight and the tickets will be gone. I heard that teahouse tickets are hard to get these days!"
"Haha, look at what you said. If no one else has a ticket, how could we not have yours? How many seats do you want? I'll pick you up when the time comes!"
"Don't pick me up, just go ahead and do your own thing. We'll talk after the show. There are nine of us here, so just leave nine tickets for me."
“Are there quite a few people?”
The little black fat man was surprised.
"Well, I'll introduce you tonight. It's a deal then. We can talk when we meet tonight. I won't bother you anymore."
"Okay, then you can just go to the ticket office to get your ticket. I'll make arrangements there right away."
Lao Guo nodded on the other end to indicate that he understood.
After hanging up the phone, Du Chen returned to the car. Before he even sat down, Lao Ding couldn't wait to ask Du Chen.
"Second brother, how is it going? Have you booked the tickets?"
"No problem! It's already been booked, we can just go there when the time comes!"
………………………………
At around five in the afternoon, Du Chen and his group had already arrived near the teahouse, ready to find a random restaurant to have a meal first. Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao were still on the way, and it would take more than twenty minutes for them to arrive.
"Mom, Dad, Aunt Ding, let's order first. My brother and the others won't be here for another twenty minutes!"
"Sure, they're here just in time and the food is ready!"
While everyone was chatting, Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao also arrived at the restaurant. By the time everyone finished their meal, it was already past six o'clock.
"Come on, let's go to the little theater!"
Du Chen was about to pay the bill, but he didn't expect that Comrade Lao Du had already paid the bill in advance.
"Aren't we a little late?"
Old Ding asked Du Chen worriedly.
"Don't worry, Uncle Ding! The tickets have been booked, we can pick them up right there!"
Du Chen led the way and soon arrived at the ticket office.
As soon as Du Chen showed up, nine tickets were handed to him at the ticket counter. The person who bought the tickets was one of Lao Guo's apprentices, who later became not very famous.
"Brother Chen will give you the ticket. The master has already made arrangements in advance!"
"How much?"
Du Chen asked the other party, and his hands were not slow, he had already taken money out of his wallet.
"Brother Chen, no need. The master specifically said you don't need to pay!"
“Don’t!”
As Du Chen spoke, he had already thrown a thousand yuan into the ticket window.
"I don't know if it's enough, this is the most I can give you. Just keep it!"
After Du Chen finished speaking, he took the ticket and walked towards Comrade Lao Du.
"alright?"
"Alright! Let's go!"
Du Chen shook the bills in his hand and led everyone into the small theater.
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