"This little problem is him!"

Following Zhang Yuan's finger, the three partners looked at Shen Teng who was sitting quietly beside them.

Shen Teng: Can I talk to my sister too?

I'm just an employee, why are you targeting me first?
Zhang Yuan thought to himself, it’s because you are a wage earner that I’m targeting you.

Should I directly confront these three bosses?
Taking one step at a time, the first step he chose was Shen Teng.

"Teacher Zhang Yuan, you haven't seen my performance, right?" Shen Teng had just graduated from college. During his four years in the PLA Art Academy, he was a prodigy.

In addition, he is handsome and has many girls chasing after him, and he has a sense of pride.

Hearing Zhang Yuan, whom he had never met before, say this, he immediately retorted.

"I haven't seen it." Zhang Yuan replied with a smile, changing his attitude when he pointed at Shen Teng just now.

"Oh, I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

He is not here to work, but to get a piece of the pie.

Just like a fortune teller, the more arrogant you are, the more likely the other party will believe you.

Isn’t this the same routine used in the sketch “Selling Crutch”?

How Zhao Benshan deceived Fan Wei.

"It's none of your business."

"You should tell him. It's dangerous not to tell him."

"You can't believe it either. Just go away."

“This disease is already discovered at an advanced stage!”

This is called playing hard to get.

"Teng, I'm a guest, what are you doing?" Zhang Chen glared at him, then turned around with a smile on his face.

"Tell me, what's his problem?"

Zhang Chen was desperate and tried every possible means. His own business was almost bankrupt, so he would take any medicine the doctor prescribed, no matter which hospital it was from.

The critical illness notice has been issued, so why do you still care about the treatment plan?

"Oh, forget it, I'm just an outsider." Zhang Yuan made a gesture to stand up.

"Teacher He's friends are not outsiders, they are our own people." Zhang Chen hurriedly pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit down again.

Zhang Yuan's expression changed slightly.

The other person pressed his hand very lightly, obviously knowing that he would not leave.

"We are both equally matched, and we are just pretending.

"Sure enough, those who try to smooth things over are all smart people."

"Okay, let's just say it as a joke and listen to it as a joke." Zhang Yuan looked at Shen Teng and then spoke.

"I heard from Teacher He that our play is called "If You Want to Eat Mahua, I'll Twist It for You Now", which is a comedy, right?"

"Yes."

"Teacher Shen Teng is the male lead?"

"Yes."

When Shen Teng heard the word "teacher", his dissatisfaction faded a little.

"It's like this. Let's not talk about anything else. Who are the most famous works and characters in the history of Spring Festival Gala skits?"

Zhang Yuan asked calmly.

"Chen Peisi, Zhao Benshan, Zhao Lirong?" Zhang Chen thought for a moment and answered one by one.

"That's right. Have you ever thought about why you think of these people instead of their partners when talking about celebrities in Spring Festival Gala sketches?"

"Like Zhu Shimao and Gong Hanlin?"

"This?" Zhang Chen was an outsider in the film and television industry and glanced at the experts Tian Youliang and Yu Kai.

The two just shook their heads slightly.

"I'd like to hear the details." Zhang Chen said more respectfully.

"That's because, for comedy, if you want to make the audience laugh, the protagonist must be in a lower position than the audience!" Zhang Yuan said slowly.

"Chen Peisi is Chen Xiaoer, Zhao Benshan is Zhao Laonian and a big liar, and Zhao Lirong is an old lady who came to the city to work."

"Their roles and status are far lower than the audience in the audience."

The three partners nodded, not quite understanding what was said.

"Give me another example."

"Is Fan Wei's image in "Selling Crutch" a classic? Do the audience like it?"

"Of course. With a big head and thick neck, he must be either a rich man or a cook." Zhang Chen can recite the classic lines at will, which shows how classic this program is.

"Then why did the images of cadres and managers in "Uncle Niu's Promotion" and "New Year Greetings" fail to leave a deep impression on people?"

"Oh!" After hearing this, the two experts were the first to react.

"Teacher Chen Peisi dares to confront CCTV. What kind of integrity is this?"

"Teacher Zhao Lirong is not only a veteran artist, but also our country's first winner of an international A-level film festival. What level is that?"

"What ability does Zhao Benshan have to go from the countryside to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"But even as strong as these three are, they all put their roles at a very low level in comedy creation."

"It was only after Mr. Fan Wei had immersed himself in the role that he gained recognition from the audience."

"Look at him again!" Zhang Yuan stood up and walked to Shen Teng.

"Bright eyes and white teeth, handsome and elegant, standing like a pine tree, sitting like a bell, with a handsome air all over his body."

"This image and temperament surpass 99% of the audience, and is suitable for acting in idol dramas."

"How can you act in a comedy when you're this handsome?"

Not to mention stage plays, even crosstalk is the same.

Are there any nice words for Brother Qian’s father, daughter-in-law, and children?

But the audience just enjoys it.

Because comedy needs to give the audience a feeling of being superior and looking down on the characters.

Mockery, teasing, contempt...these are the sources of most laughter.

Shen Teng was also very depressed after hearing what he said.

But when someone compliments you on your handsomeness, it’s hard for you to retort.

"That's too high." Zhang Chen immediately stood up and shook hands: "You said it's too high."

“So how can we improve it?”

Zhang Yuan swore confidently and pointed out a finger: "Just one word."

"cheap!"

Zhang Yuan reached out and ruffled Shen Teng's hair, making his bangs all come forward and stick to his forehead, looking silly.

She patted his back again: "Rub it down, don't stand so hard."

Then he pulled him up again, and after he stood up straight, he nudged his knee with his knee: "Bend it a little, don't be so straight."

She rubbed his face and spoke again.

"Laugh until wrinkles appear at the corners of your eyes."

"Don't act cool, there are no older girls here, your temperament will sink."

"Don't look so masculine, be more neutral."

"I don't understand what you mean by neutral, but you want me to say sissy, right?"

Five minutes later, after some transformation, when Zhang Yuan handed the mirror to him, he was shocked by himself.

"monster!"

"Look at this, the three of you. Isn't it very common in the market? Doesn't it make you want to laugh when you see it?" Zhang Yuan clapped his hands, and the task was accomplished.

All three partners couldn't help nodding.

“This is too cheap!”

“I want to give him a stick!”

"But I can't accept this image of myself!" Shen Teng was like Zhizunbao, holding a mirror and looking left and right, up and down.

"Then let me ask you." Zhang Yuan patted his shoulder: "Do you want money or face?"

"I want money..." After a while, Shen Teng replied in a conflicted manner.

"You're willing to give up your dignity for money. Do you think you're cheap?"

"cheap!"

"Okay, keep this feeling." Zhang Yuan was quite touched. He is a good actor after all, and he gets things quickly.

Now the troupe is suffering from a terminal illness, and all he prescribes is a painkiller.

But that's enough!
Because as long as it works, they will come back to me again.

It would be much easier to get into the house by "prescribing a prescription" in the future. "Well said, how about you talk about what other opinions you have?" Zhang Chen looked at him with a warm smile.

Zhang Yuan raised his wrist.

When he went out, he deliberately took with him the watch that Alyssa Chia gave him.

It's not for showing off, but for backing off.

"It's getting late, and I have something else to do, so why don't we stop talking here today."

"Ah... okay, please come and visit us more often when you have the chance." Zhang Chen looked a little disappointed, but soon regained his smile.

The three of them and Shen Teng were sent to the gate of the Military Art Academy. Zhang Yuan stopped a car and drove away.

In the taxi, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"You finally remembered me?" Soon, a gentle and tender female voice came from the other side.

"Good sister, I miss you."

The person he contacted was Cheng Hao.

"Hmph, I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago." Cheng Hao replied coldly, then changed the subject and asked casually.

"Are you home tonight?"

Zhang Yuan understood that Cheng Hao had thought it through.

It’s okay, he just happened to want to wear it too.

"Yes, yes, I'm alone. When will you arrive?"

"It depends on my mood." Cheng Hao was still pulling back and forth.

But the reason why Zhang Yuan looked for him was not just to have sex with him.

It was half past five when he got home, but Cheng Hao arrived before six.

As the saying goes, a short absence is better than a new marriage. After not seeing each other for a while, Cheng Hao is actually a little bit shy.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, while Cheng Hao was catching her breath and resting, Zhang Yuan pushed her back.

"Please forgive me." Cheng Hao turned around with a seductive look and smoothed her long hair with her hands.

The play routine between him and Cheng Hao is basically fixed every time.

Cheng Hao is like this: he speaks grand words at the beginning, talks nonsense in the middle, and ends with sweet voice.

"Let's talk about this later." Zhang Yuan held her horizontally in front of him, and she naturally put her arms around his neck.

"I have something that I need your help with."

"What's wrong? Are you in trouble? I have a little stash of money..." Seeing his serious expression, Cheng Hao said immediately.

"It's not about money. How can I use your money?"

Although it was of no use, he was very satisfied with the other person's thoughts, so he leaned over and pressed his lips together and started kissing her.

After a while, their lips parted, and Cheng Hao's face was already full of blushes.

"Just tell me, I will help you as long as I can."

"It's not that difficult. I just want you to be a middleman."

He had heard in the theater just now that Tian Youliang wanted to sell his shares for money.

Of course, I can't just go up and say I want to buy it.

A stranger is likely to be rebellious or suspicious.

However, Teacher Tian is from the Central Academy of Drama, and Cheng Hao is also from the Central Academy of Drama.

It’s just that Cheng Hao is at level 98, while the other person teaches at level 97, which is just a mismatch.

But it doesn’t matter, they are all from the Central Academy of Drama, Cheng Hao is quite famous, and he can connect online easily.

"No problem, set a time and I'll make an appointment with him."

"No hurry." Zhang Yuan touched her soft and smooth face: "Let the bullets fly for a while."

……

At the same time, in the small theater of the Military Art Academy.

Partner Zhang Chen held a counter in his hand and looked at the large stage with vermilion wooden floors and numerous signs of wear and tear.

He sat in the last row of the audience.

The entire PLA Art Academy small theater has a total of 202 seats, but as usual, the attendance rate of "If You Want to Eat Mahua, I'll Twist It for You" was just over 23%, with only audience members.

The auditorium was extremely empty, and viewers who bought cheap tickets in the back row could easily flip to the front row seats to watch.

On the stage, Shen Teng followed Zhang Yuan's instructions just now. He rubbed his waist, bent his legs, and became timid. His usual handsomeness disappeared.

"Hahaha!"

Click!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Click!

"Hahaha……"

Click!

Every time the audience laughed, he would press it.

It was not until the regular show ended and the actors collectively came on stage to bow and express their gratitude that he picked up the counter and checked the number on it.

"117"

The play lasts a total of 120 minutes.

If there are 117 laughs, the density of the jokes is almost once a minute.

"There is nothing wrong with Yu Kai's script, and there is nothing wrong with Lao Tian's guidance."

Zhang Chen's eyes were filled with joy.

He took out his cell phone and immediately called He Jiong.

"Teacher He, you are such an expert!"

"What expert?" He Jiong looked confused.

"The actor Zhang Yuan who runs a small theater that you introduced, he's a great guy!" Zhang Chen said excitedly, "He made a suggestion after he came here."

"What's wrong with you?"

"The laughter density in our performance tonight is twice as high as usual!"

"Ah?" He Jiong was also startled.

"How did he do that?"

Zhang Chen then recounted everything that happened that afternoon.

"No wonder." He Jiong sighed: "His understanding of comedy is one level higher than yours."

"Oh, he and I are not that familiar with each other."

"But when it comes to helping, they are really generous."

Teacher He thought of Zhang Yuan, whom he had only met once.

It is truly a promise that is kept, and it is done and effective.

"Let's see in two days if the attendance rate has changed."

"Well, at least there is progress, so there is hope." Zhang Chen was full of confidence.

Then, reality always comes slapping you in the face extremely quickly.

A week later, same day.

Same location, same counter.

Because of limited funds, the three partners did not have the money to rent a theater for a long time.

At the beginning, there were two performances a week, but later the attendance was too low and it became unsustainable. After the school’s advice, the number was changed to only one show a week.

The entire troupe has been standing on the edge of the cliff for a long time.

"The intensity of the laughter remains the same, at 115 times, which means Zhang Yuan's method is really effective, but..."

Looking at the dismal attendance, only 25 tickets were sold today, only two more than last time, which is almost negligible.

The imagined situation of word-of-mouth bringing popularity did not occur.

Just as hope was ignited, despair fell into it again.

He took out his cell phone and this time he didn't call He Jiong, but Zhang Yuan.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, when are you free to come sit with us again?"

"No rush. I have some things to do recently. When I am free, I will take the initiative to visit you." When Zhang Yuan received the call from the other party, he was overjoyed. He suppressed his emotions and spoke calmly.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Putting down the phone, Zhang Yuan couldn't wait to dial out.

"Good sister, the bullet is flying."

"Help me to ask the other person out!" (End of this chapter)