My ex is a queen, I'm on fire

After leaving the Huashi building, Shen Yun was still in a daze. He looked at the incoming text messages in his mobile phone and counted zeros for a long time.

Ten million!

He really has ten million! !

Shen Yun had fantasized about becoming famous and earning a lot of money countless times, but now the fame has not yet been achieved, but the money has been earned.

For celebrities, 10 million may not be much, and even some big stars pay more than that much for a movie, but for many ordinary people, they can't make so much money in their lifetime.

"Brother Yun, you are the first millionaire among us, you have to treat me!"

Ai Guoqiang put his arms around Shen Yun's shoulders and said happily.

Although the account was 1 million, it was nothing compared to Shen Yun's 10 million.

"Let's invite everyone in the troupe to have a meal together. By the way, let's announce that the troupe has been acquired by Mahjong Entertainment."

Shen Yun put away the phone and said.

"Alright, I'll post an announcement in the group!"

Ai Guoqiang happily posted the announcement of the evening party in the Happy Youtiao WeChat group, emphasizing Shen Yun's treat.

"Has the program been reviewed?"

"Is this going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"We are happy that the fritters are finally taking off!"

"It's time to celebrate!"

Everyone in the troupe knew that the four of them had come to China TV to participate in the review of the language program of the Spring Festival Gala. As a result, Ai Guoqiang had issued a party announcement, and everyone instinctively thought that they had passed the review.

Seeing the news sent by everyone in the group, Shen Yun and the others had wry smiles on their faces.

Compared with going to the Spring Festival Gala, 10 million yuan, they still hope to be able to go to the Spring Festival Gala. As long as they can become famous, it is only a matter of time before they can earn 10 million yuan.

Of course, if this multiple-choice question is really put in front of them, it is estimated that several people will have to hesitate and struggle. After all, it does not mean that going to the Spring Festival Gala will definitely become popular.

Many people still don't have any splashes even after going to the Spring Festival Gala, it still depends on their performance in the Spring Festival Gala.

At five o'clock, Chen Wenhan, Zhang Xiaomei, and Li Liang went to the cafeteria of the Huashi Building for dinner.

CTS cafeteria employees have free meals, and the food is very good.

Chen Wenhan was going to go back to the hotel after dinner, and the day's work was considered over.

In the end, Chen Wenhan was chatting with Li Liang when Hu Guomin and his assistant came over with a plate.

"Director Hu, is the language program over there?"

Chen Wenhan was quite surprised to see Hu Guomin at this time. He thought that the other party would have to stay up until ninety o'clock like he did before.

"No, take a rest at dinner time."

Hu Guomin sat across from Chen Wenhan. His dinner plate was full of green vegetables, not a bit meaty, and he seemed to have no appetite.

"The quality of language programs is not good?"

Chen Wenhan originally didn't intend to absorb Hu Guomin's negative emotions, but he just bought Happy Youtiao and still wanted to run Shen Yun and others to the Spring Festival Gala, so he asked a question.

"The overall quality of the programs that came to participate in the first trial is not as good as last year."

Hu Guomin sighed. Although he was not the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala last year, he was the person in charge of language programs. The quality is well known.

Although the response was the same when it was broadcast at the party, it was much stronger than the programs he saw today.

After watching it all day, there is not a single program that satisfies Hu Guomin.

Language programs are a very important part of the Spring Festival Gala. It is even said that the success of language programs is more than half of the success of the Spring Festival Gala.

After all, all audiences hope that the New Year's Eve can be happy.

"Xiao Chen, have you written a sketch book besides "Goodbye Lao Zhang"?"

Hu Guomin looked at Chen Wenhan and asked.

"It seems to have been written, I will go back and look through it."

Chen Wenhan replied vaguely, looked around and said in a low voice: "Director Hu, the quality of the program submitted for review is certainly problematic, but have you ever thought about the fact that the reviewers themselves have problems?"

"Thoughts are solidified, and I can't accept new things. In fact, I think the show about happy fried dough sticks today is quite interesting!"

"And there is also a need for newcomers on the stage of language programs. If you look at the actors on the Spring Festival Gala every year, the young ones are all in their forties."

Hearing this, Hu Guomin frowned even tighter. He had naturally realized this problem a long time ago, but the problem was that no one was available for the newcomers.

What's more, in the field of language programs, familiar faces are a treasure, and those familiar faces have their own advantages.

After Hu Guomin became the chief director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, he was ready to make drastic changes, otherwise he would not have resisted the public opinion and let Chen Wenhan lead the singing and dancing programs. For example, Jiang Jing, Zhu Yaohua, etc., they have long experience in the comedy circle and have a wide network of contacts. It is also convincing to let them act as reviewers.

"No one is available!"

Hu Guomin sighed depressingly, and then added: "However, the young actors of the Happy Youtiao Troupe are really good. Go back and ask them if they have any other books. I'll have a look at them during the second trial."

Chen Wenhan was waiting for this sentence, he nodded with a smile: "Young people, you should give more opportunities."

"Xiao Chen, you are young in the program group, how about you also have the title of assistant director in the language program?"

"Then, you go back and look at the notebooks you wrote. If you find something suitable, just take it out, and you can appoint actors to act."

Apparently Hu Guomin was going to take advantage of Chen Wenhan as a sheep.

"Alright, I'll go back and have a look."

"But Director Hu, don't get your hopes up too much."

Chen Wenhan didn't say anything to death. At this time, Hu Guomin's expectations need to be lowered, and he will be even more surprised when he sees Chen Wenhan's leading works later.

The so-called "bottoming out" is probably the reason.

After dinner at China TV, Chen Wenhan went straight back to the hotel, but before he arrived at the hotel, he received a WeChat message from Qin Wenxi, asking him if he had any arrangements for the evening.

Chen Wenhan has not seen this Diva ex-girlfriend who bears the title of her predecessor but is actually fulfilling her current obligations, saying that she is busy with the New Year's Eve concert.

This concert will start at 8:00 p.m. on December 31, and it will be sung until after midnight. It is a veritable New Year's Eve concert.

In fact, the New Year’s Eve is approaching, and the singers are the busiest. There are too many New Year’s Eve performances and New Year’s Eve parties. Participate in the recording of the New Year's Eve Party of Four or Five.

After six o'clock, Qin Wenxi arrived at the hotel, and Xiao Biesheng and the newlyweds inevitably had an in-depth exchange.

After it was over, Qin Wenxi suggested going out to the night market, saying that it had been a long time since he had eaten the snacks at the night market.

Chen Wenhan felt it was inappropriate, afraid of being recognized and causing unnecessary trouble.

But they couldn't stand Qin Wenxi's hard work, and in the end, the two armed to the teeth left the hotel together.

Chen Wenhan wore a mask and a pair of coffee-colored glasses, while Qin Wenxi wore a peaked cap and a mask.

Under the cover of night, the two walked to a large night market nearby.

"How's the Spring Festival Gala going?"

Qin Wenxi held Chen Wenhan's arm without hesitation, and asked casually.

"It's okay, eleven programs have been confirmed."

The Spring Festival Gala generally has about forty programs, which may be more or less, and singing and dancing programs account for about half of the program.

What Hu Guomin told Chen Wenhan before was to prepare 22 programs, and Chen Wenhan was halfway through the progress bar.

As for the remaining half, Chen Wenhan was going to follow the established process, to give some chances to singers who didn't care, anyway, basically everyone he wanted to arrange was arranged.

"Do I sing old songs or new songs?"

After Chen Wenhan took over the position of chief director of the Spring Festival Gala song and dance program, he greeted Qin Wenxi, asked her to support his work, and reserved a solo program.

"Of course it's a new song!"

"Written?"

Qin Wenxi's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, she was quite looking forward to Chen Wenhan's new song.

"not yet."

Chen Wenhan shrugged. It's not that he didn't write it well, but he didn't choose it well.

"Oh, then send it to me as soon as you finish writing."

"No problem, what type of song do you want to sing?"

Chen Wenhan asked with a smile, delineating a range and making the choice easier.

"Can we order some songs?"

"Of course, don't look at who the person next to you is!"

Chen Wenhan smiled shyly.

"Then how about a Chinese style?"

"I've always wanted to try it," Qin Wenxi said with a smile.

"okay!"

Chen Wenhan responded directly, Huaxia Fengneng didn't have many songs to choose, but it didn't need to waste too many brain cells to make choices.

And just as the two were whispering, there was suddenly a voice of clapper playing in front of them, and someone was singing Shulaibao:

Come into the street with bamboo boards, a good deal on both sides of the street;

There are also buying and selling, and there are also guises and signs;

The man's voice was so loud that he could hear it clearly from far away.

Both Chen Wenhan and Qin Wenxi subconsciously cast their gazes over.

Not far ahead, a man in a coat was singing while playing the board. The moment he opened his mouth, four or five passers-by stopped.

There are too few people who can sing this kind of traditional allegro in this era, and this man has a good voice, not only the pitch, but also the rhythm of singing, which is very pleasant to hear.

"It's been a long time since I heard this, go and listen!"

Qin Wenxi got excited first, and pulled Chen Wenhan to quicken his pace.

Then, the two also stood by the side of the road and watched.

It wasn't until Chen Wenhan got close that there was a small blackboard standing behind the man, on which was written "Xingyun Club" today's performance list.

This scene made Chen Wenhan think of the Deyun Club in another time and space. It is said that before the Deyun Club became popular, the class leader Lao Guo used allegro to solicit customers on the side of the road every day.

However, he looked around and did not see the shadow of "Xingyun Society".

At this moment, the man who counted Laibao stopped after singing a short section, and said with a smile: "Bosses, Xingyun Club's performance starts at 7:30, the ticket price is 31 yuan, and a pot of tea is provided. Among the bosses who will join us please."

The man said and pointed to a small alley behind him, apparently the "Xingyun Club" was in the alley.

"Bosses, if you want to buy tickets, please follow me."

At this time, behind the man, a fat man who looked about twenty years old was holding up a sign with the words "Xingyun Club" in his hand, obviously he was providing guiding services.

At this moment, there could be more than a dozen people around here, but when they heard that the man was actually soliciting customers, five or six people left in an instant.

"Go and listen?"

Chen Wenhan became interested, and asked Qin Wenxi who was beside him in a low voice.

"I still prefer to go to the night market."

In Qin Wenxi's impression, cross talk is actually quite boring. Just now, she just thought that the man's allegro singing is quite good, but cross talk is far less attractive to her than night market snacks!

"It's the same when you go to the night market after listening to it. It's a long night."

While speaking, Chen Wenhan also hugged Qin Wenxi into his arms vigorously.

"That's fine."

"I haven't heard cross talk in the theater yet."

Although Qin Wenxi was not very interested in cross talk, she could still accept it if she went to listen to cross talk with Chen Wenhan. Besides, it seemed that Chen Wenhan was very interested in listening to cross talk, so she compromised.

Seeing that Qin Wenxi agreed, Chen Wenhan immediately waved to the fat man holding the sign: "Young man, let's listen and take us to buy tickets."

"okay!"

Seeing that his master had attracted two spectators, the little fat man suddenly showed a bright smile, then glanced at the other passers-by and asked, "Is there any boss?"

No one responded, and two more people even left.

The little fat man smiled disapprovingly, he had encountered this situation too many times.

"You two please follow me."

The little fat man immediately greeted Chen Wenhan and Qin Wenxi enthusiastically, and the man who sang Shulaibao started singing again.

There are no street lights in the alley, it is darker, and it gets darker and darker as we go.

Qin Wenxi subconsciously tightened Chen Wenhan's arm, as if a little scared.

"fine!"

Chen Wenhan gave her a smile, and then asked the little fat man walking in front: "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Brother, my name is Yue Yunfei."

"Yue Yunfei?"

Chen Wenhan raised his brows lightly, and suddenly felt like he had won the lottery. He bought Happy Fried Tiao in the morning. Could it be that he met a copy of Deyun Society now?

"Is Yue Yunfei his stage name?" Chen Wenhan asked.

"Brother, how do you know?"

The little fat man turned his head, a little surprised.

"Guess."

Chen Wenhan smiled.

"Brother, then your guess is really accurate. When you watch the performance later, as long as there is the word 'cloud' in the name, they are all my brothers."

The little fat man explained.

"Only cloud characters?" Chen Wenhan continued to ask.

"Now it is, but the old man gave my master eight words, cloud crane nine sky, dragon soaring all over the world."

"Our Yunzi is the first batch of apprentices, and the next apprentice should be Hezi."

While speaking, the front lit up, and a small-scale theater appeared in front of Chen Wenhan's eyes. The door was open, and the three big characters "Xingyun Club" were written on the plaque in a flying manner.

"Master, two tickets."

The little fat man walked to the ticket office next to him, said something to the woman sitting inside, then turned his head and asked Chen Wenhan: "Brother, do you want to scan the code or cash?"

"Scan the code!"

Chen Wenhan went over to scan the 60 yuan, and the woman sitting in the ticket office handed him two handwritten tickets: "You take the tickets, please sit in whatever you want."

When receiving the ticket, Chen Wenhan took a look at the other party by the way. The woman looked to be in her thirties, with a slightly fat body, but she was good-looking. It could be seen that she was also a beautiful woman when she was young.