Mr. Yuan Kuocheng was born in 2003 and was already 74 years old in 2003.
Old people go to bed early.
No, at around nine o'clock, the old man drank a cup of hot milk to help him sleep, soaked his feet in hot water, and put on his reading glasses to read the newspaper for a while.
After my hands were covered with the fragrance of ink, I opened the thick quilt with silk quilt cover and planned to sleep comfortably.
According to Chinese tradition, good fabrics are divided into "lingluo silk and satin".
There are many rules in the folk arts industry, and they do not like to use satin surface, because satin is the same as "broken material" and does not sound good.
My daughter had long wanted to change the duvet for the old man, but the old man said that he liked the smell of the quilt.
Moreover, the quilt is thick and feels heavy when pressed against the body.
Most of the old artists of that generation studied business steadily and never made much money in their lives.
Dingle bell…
One foot had just stepped into the bed, and as soon as my butt was on the bed, I heard the phone ringing at home.
My daughter bought the old man a mobile phone, but the old man often forgets to charge it and is not used to it. He still prefers to use a landline phone.
"Who called in the middle of the night..."
For the old man, 9 o'clock was already midnight.
I came to the phone a little annoyed. The elderly have poor sleep quality and little quantity. How could they not be annoyed when their sleep was interrupted when they were just a little sleepy?
The old man’s landline is also the oldest type and has no caller ID function.
Zhang Yuan especially remembers the advertisement for BBK Telephone.
A man with glasses, wearing the same overalls as Kunkun, answered the phone with a joyful expression: "Hello, Xiaoli!"
The old man looked unkind before answering the phone. Soon after he picked up the phone, , and also put on the same emoticon as "BBK".
“Oh, it’s Zhang Yuan.”
"Old man, what good news, I helped my senior sister find a job!"
Yuan Kuocheng frowned. He is still not used to Zhang Yuan's "senior sister" title.
“What job?”
“I told you before that I took her to meet the boss of a film and television company, and now she has it.”
“Soon. Later, a new drama started filming, and my senior sister had the opportunity to audition.”
"Oh!"
[Received thanks from Yuan Kuocheng, storytelling skills +2, storytelling foundation +3! 】
Mr. Yuan remembered what happened before.
He had only one reaction at this time.
Ayuan, you are serious again!
The old man felt that if he could bring the little lion to the bosses in the film and television industry, he would have exhausted Zhang Yuan's few contacts.
He was quite touched. He had only met her a few times, but he was so interested in her.
He said that the future of the little lion still depends on fate, and he cannot rely on Zhang Yuan to do everything.
Then everything was done...
Of course the old man was happy. According to his relationship with Liu Tianli, he watched Liu Shishi grow up, no different from his own granddaughter.
Can such a feeling not hurt?
So after a few seconds of joy, he thought about it.
It’s not so easy to find roles in the film and television industry. This guy won’t find a nasty little crew, so just send my little lion to him.
"Zhang Yuan, what kind of crew is this?"
Zhang Yuan roughly guessed what the old man was thinking.
She said in her heart that she felt sorry for the parents in the world, and she had to make the old man feel at ease.
After giving the old man a general introduction, he focused on one person.
"Mr. Yuan, the heroine of this film is teacher He Saifei."
"Oh..." The old man felt relieved when he heard about He Saifei.
There are two reasons.
First of all, Teacher He is famous, and the crew she is willing to join is definitely not the Pheasant crew.
Secondly, Teacher He Saifei is half a peer, and the old man can talk.
Teacher He Saifei is a famous actor in Yue Opera. It is said that folk arts are not divided into different families. As a master of storytelling, Mr. Yuan can naturally connect with him.
What’s more reassuring to the old man is He Saifei’s temperament.
To sum it up, just one word.
splash!
Spicy!
Teacher He started acting in movies in 1986, the first being "A Dream of Red Mansions" directed by Xie Tieli. This eight-episode movie took three years to film, in which she played Miaoyu.
Then it started to go astray...
In his subsequent acting career, Teacher He Saifei almost became a professional prostitute and concubine.
She plays the third wife in "Raise the Red Lantern".
Played the prostitute Xiaoe in "Pink".
When it comes to the drama "The Mansion Gate", she has completely come together, playing the role of the second wife who was born as a prostitute...
Then why is she always asked to play such roles?
The key is to have the right personality.
This person is famous for having a bad temper and being outspoken. From an actress to a director, there is no one she dares not quarrel with.
Just criticize anyone you don’t like.
If an ordinary person had her temper, they would probably not be able to survive long ago.
But he has real ability, good acting skills, good temperament, and good looks.
Before filming "The Mansion Gate", she wanted to play the role of Yang Jiuhong, but director and original author Guo Baochang, nicknamed Baoye, never nodded in approval.
As a result, He Saifei became anxious and jumped on the chair and pointed at Guo Baochang's nose in front of everyone.
“Do you look down on me?”
“Do you think I can’t act because you’ve never looked down on me?”
Crying, fussing, and cursing ah!
But after this incident, Mr. Bao discovered that he had thought that those who sang Shaoxing opera were all weak, with beautiful people and sweet voices.
But this guy not only had a big temper, but also had strong explosiveness, which actually made him interested.
As soon as he tried out the show, Mr. Bao was shocked.
The content of the audition just made her cry, but this old lady just pulled the white cloth in her hand with her teeth and tore it into pieces.
For this scene, Master Bao decided on the spot that Yang Jiuhong must be her, and it would be difficult for anyone to do it!
Yuan Kuocheng knew that if He Saifei was on the set and she had said hello, with her aggressiveness, if anyone wanted to bully his little lion, he should first ask Teacher He if he would agree.
"Okay, great." The old man showed a rare proud smile: "If you have time to come home for dinner, I will invite the little lion to join you."
For the old man, coming home for dinner is a very high treatment. Well, even if I just finish eating fried noodles.
"Okay, I will listen to you." Zhang Yuan finished happily, feeling that the time was almost right, so he brought up the topic.
"Mr. Yuan, as you know, I formed a cross talk class."
"Yes, I have been there, it's good."
"Actually, we have been looking for an old gentleman to tell stories to enhance the diversity of the program."
"But I have thought about it, and in the world of Manchu Pingxia, I am afraid there is no one better than you, Mr. Yuan. "Zhang Yuan held it and said.
"So I would like to ask you if you have time to come and talk about a long book with us."
Mr. Yuan hesitated.
He stopped doing storytelling in small theaters for many years.
It’s not that I don’t like it, or that I don’t like the money, it’s just that it’s too tiring, and there aren’t really many people listening to the book.
Although cross talk and storytelling are two arts, they are actually closely related because they are both art of language.
Those who sing the big drum must be able to sing as well as play the drums.
Singers must be able to sing, and they must also have figure, style, and kung fu.
No need to sing, no need to perform anything, just find a few traditional folk arts.
There is a joke in the cross talk world that only those who are not popular are good storytellers. Anyone who has a friend speaks cross talk.
This is a joke, and it also shows that the two are closely related.
Furthermore, storytelling actors, like crosstalk actors, are an art form that requires feedback from the audience.
The audience in the audience became more and more enthusiastic, and the actors on the stage worked harder.
There was even an old gentleman who shed tears on the spot because the audience was so enthusiastic and said that he would die without regrets.
But now there are really not many audiences for storytelling, which is why Mr. Yuan hesitates.
Can I refuse?
It’s hard to refuse.
They have put so much effort into arranging a stepping stone for the little lion to enter the film and television industry, but it would be extremely ungrateful to turn their backs on him now.
Mr. Yuan thought over and over again and solemnly agreed.
And in order to repay Zhang Yuan's favor, he not only planned to talk about it, but also talked about his best "Three Kingdoms"!
When the later version of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was broadcast on Jinmen Satellite TV, Gao Xixi approached Mr. Yuan to tell it.
In the entire industry, when it comes to the book "Three Kingdoms", Yuan Kuocheng is recognized as a master.
After talking to the old man, Zhang Yuan immediately informed Guo Degang.
“Ah, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng is going to give a lecture!”
Teacher Guo was shocked.
Can our small temple afford this big Buddha?
Guangde Building seeks out Yuan Kuocheng for storytelling, which is equivalent to asking Andy Lau to cut the ribbon for the opening of a shampoo room.
"Be prepared for the reception and take good care of the old gentleman."
"I plan to talk about "Three Kingdoms". I estimate that it will take several months to play one game a day."
"Okay!" Teacher Guo promised: "I will definitely arrange it!" Not to mention coming to the performance, Teacher Guo planned to take a small notebook and sit under the stage to listen and take notes.
Zhang Yuan thought for a while and called Dapeng at the Imperial Radio Station.
As soon as the other party heard that Mr. Yuan was talking about "Three Kingdoms", he immediately decided to find a film crew to record the whole process.
Fifty years from now, this image data will be a precious relic of storytelling!
A few days later, Guangde Building, Deyuan Society Small Theater.
Today is the weekend, and the business of the small theater is good. The attendance rate has reached about 80%. It is another good day.
There were many audiences, but no one paid attention. On the program list posted at the door, in addition to the usual cross talk, there was an extra show.
"Storytelling "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"."
Unlike other programs, this one did not include the names of the performers.
Therefore, Zhang Yuan's evaluation of Teacher Guo is absolutely correct.
After being wronged, this person has to go back with double revenge.
He deliberately did not write the names of the performers, just to give a little surprise to his colleagues who always reported.
The show started as usual.
The first scene is Li Jing’s allegro, and the second scene is the dialogue between Teacher Guo and Mr. Zhang.
The third scene is the confrontation between Teacher Guo and Brother Qian.
The audience laughed constantly.
Everyone thinks it’s worth it for a ticket that costs more than ten to tens of yuan to bring you a few hours of happiness on a weekend afternoon.
But among the laughter, there were also a few strange sounds.
There are sounds of grinding teeth, cold snorts, and a chilly chirping sound...
The source of this sound is those colleagues.
I took a small notebook and jotted down page after page, wondering why the superiors still didn’t let Deyuan Club stop the show.
If he stops the show...
These guys looked at the crowd on the left and right.
Then these audiences are all ours!
In fact, these people really think too much.
Even if Deyuan Society fails, it will not be their turn.
But it is sad to lose oneself, but it is even more painful to succeed in others.
These people turned their grief and anger into strength and started writing vigorously.
"Okay, now please enjoy storytelling..."
Guo and Yu got off the stage, and the female host came up.
There is no one available at the moment. The so-called female host is Guo Degang’s daughter-in-law Wang Hui.
If Wang Hui has a headache and is not present, several actors will have to take turns to announce part-time.
"Storytelling, "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!"
"Performer, Yuan Kuocheng."
"Tch, just change it to storytelling. We can still...oh, isn't that right?"
These people closed their notebooks one after another.
"Who did you say was the announcer just now?"
"Yuan Jiacheng?"
"What Kuocheng?"
"Yuan Kuo, what?"
Just when several people fell into the "Ma Dongmei" predicament, Mr. Yuan, wearing a reddish-brown gown, slowly walked onto the stage.
There are young people and old people in the audience.
The old man was stunned when he said Yuan Kuocheng three times a day.
After seeing the real person, everyone was ecstatic!
Come today!
This ticket is so worth it!
This is no longer a question of how much money you spend. The old man has not said it for many years and you have no place to listen to the scene if you spend money.
The old audience stood up and applauded.
Originally, the place was heated up by Guo and Yu. Someone took the lead in applauding, and other audience members also followed suit. Waves of applause overwhelmed the old man and he could not speak.
Mr. Yuan came before the show started.
Logically speaking, he only needs to arrive 30 minutes early and change clothes.
But the old man has a rule. Even if he is the last one, he must come to the first one.
If something goes wrong temporarily, he can handle it.
This is called virtue.
Observing backstage, he also felt emotional when he saw so many spectators.
I haven’t seen so many people sitting in a small theater in many years.
As soon as he came on stage and was welcomed like a roaring tsunami, the old man was filled with emotion and even felt a little sore in his nose.
“Okay.”
“It’ll be good if someone listens.”
The old man picked up the imperial son and threw it hard. A crisp sound circled around the small theater three times, and the lingering sound lingered.
While this crisp sound dimmed the applause, it also hit the hearts of several reporters.
“What should I do?”
A few people looked at each other and closed their notebooks helplessly.
Mr. Yuan Kuocheng can tell from his name that he belongs to the "Kuo" generation.
There is a saying in the folk art world.
It is called "No sect does not follow Yuan, and no one does not follow Ma."
This refers to two professions.
The horse refers to Ma Sanli.
And Yuan is talking about Yuan Kuocheng.
What I mean is that these two are almost unbeatable in the industry.
From the perspective of seniority, the rich generation in the storytelling world is on the same level as the Bao Zi generation in the cross talk world.
In other words, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng's status in front of cross talk actors is equivalent to that of Hou Baolin and Liu Baorui.
And if it is in the storytelling world.
Although it is known as the four masters of storytelling.
Yuan Kuocheng, Shan Tianfang, Liu Lanfang, Tian Lianyuan.
But Mr. Yuan is a generation higher than the other three!
The remaining three have to call him uncle when they see him.
Among the existing old gentlemen in the storytelling world, Yuan Kuocheng is the most senior!
He is a banner for storytelling.
To put it bluntly, most of his peers are dead.
When I sat there, I looked up and saw that there were only juniors in the entire quyi shop, not even any peers.
"Who invited Mr. Yuan here!"
The faces of those people were distorted, and their faces were uglier than eating canned herring mixed with Wang Zhihe.
Yuan Kuocheng is on stage, please report it.
Report this old gentleman who was personally received by the first acting president and prime minister.
No one else is needed. After returning home, my own master will have to slap his mouth back and forth.
It’s so shameless.
Guo and Yu were peeking behind the curtain at the exit door, observing the movements in the field from time to time.
"Mr. Yuan's popularity is very high." Brother Qian praised.
"After all, it's an old man. Typhoon is good."
Teacher Guo also nodded vigorously, refusing to accept that the master was guilty. His demeanor on stage alone is enough to teach him for several years.
At the same time, Guo Degang also looked at those "familiar faces".
Seeing them closing their notebooks, their faces were ashen.
Teacher Guo felt indescribably happy.
It was like Chu Yuxun eating Sichuan peppercorns and feeling numb!
"As long as Mr. Yuan is here, we have an extra Dinghaishen needle here, and no one can cause trouble." Teacher Guo said cheerfully.
"That's right." Brother Qian responded, rolled his eyes at the same time, and spoke again.
“I don’t know how much effort Zhang Yuan put in to invite the old man here.”
Teacher Yu was reminding the other party that this scene was all due to Zhang Yuan.
After all, Brother Qian is one of his own and always prefers him.
【Received thanks from Guo Degang, +1 for cross talk basics, +1 for cross talk skills, +2 for stand-up cross talk basics! 】
Teacher Guo pursed his lips and smiled, then licked his lips in a signature way.
"Please treat him to a meal if you have time."
"Yes, it's the end of the year, and it's time to clear the accounts." Brother Qian added.
"Yes, after a year of hard work, it's time to pay dividends."
Different from the excitement in the small theater, Zhang Yuan's side is filled with ice and snow... (End of Chapter)