Uncle has gone.

With the regret of not prospering the ancestral property!

However, he left with great peace of mind. His younger brother Bai Lang agreed to take over the "Qingyi Society" without worrying about the destruction of his ancestors.

He was relieved, but Bai Xiaofei was a little anxious!

This thing is obviously not something that Bai Lang can play with.

Let me put it this way, although the Qingyi Society has declined, the artists who stayed are all famous figures in the drama industry in Xihong City. The reason why they stayed is not only because they are reluctant to part with the "Qingyi Society", but more importantly, everyone respects the head master, and Bai Xiaofei's uncle is the head master!

Bai Lang doesn’t have the ability of his brother!

Even if you want to take over, you may be powerless.

The only way to disband the "Qingyi Society" is to be disbanded unless... unless you can find another way to live...

Bai Xiaofei could see clearly!

...

After the funeral, the father and son smoked cigarettes and discussed what to do afterwards.

"Brother Lang, what do you think?"

"What can I think? Your cousin, my cousin's job is stable. It's obvious that they have no interest in the "Qingyi Society". If I don't take over, what should I do? Do you want your uncle to die with your eyes open?"

Bai Xiaofei was stunned for a moment. He could truly feel the resentment of being the scapegoat: "...No, Brother Lang, I'm asking you what you are going to do? Although the 'Qingyi Society' is a drama troupe, everyone is convinced of the only class master. If you want to be a class master at your level, it is impossible..."

"What's your solution?"

"Either improve the employee treatment, or you can bring in a big shot, and you can save the situation. And this person is determined to keep the Qingyi Society," Bai Xiaofei continued, "The second road is basically impossible, so let's consider the first road. In this way, we will go to Uncle Eight tomorrow to ask if he is willing to support us and can take advantage of Uncle Eight, maybe he will help find a way to make the actors generate income!"

The eighth uncle that Bai Xiaofei mentioned is Xiaojiu's father.

The famous Monopoly in Xihong City is rich!

“…I won’t go!”

Bai Lang rolled his eyes and decisively rejected Bai Xiaofei's proposal.

He had a big conflict with Lao Ba, which was very complicated, and could not explain it clearly in a few words - it was probably that Aunt Ba once enthusiastically pursued Bai Lang...

"Brother Lang, my dad, my dear, can't you see the reality clearly now? We have no money and no one. Do you expect that the income from going to the countryside can make the members follow you wholeheartedly?"

"…Isn't it like this before?"

Bai Xiaofei was completely speechless. Why didn’t he find his dad so cute before?

"...Do you know how much money they can earn when they run a commercial show with Uncle Dabin? Let me tell you this, if everyone in our Qingyi Society leaves the Qingyi Society, their income will be several times more easily!"

"They have any contact with Dabin? These traitors!"

Bai Lang is very angry!

Dabin is the most famous crosstalk artist in Xihong City. Many people don’t know his origin. In fact, he was a member of the Qingyi Society before, and one of the first members to leave the Qingyi Society after Bai Zheng’s death...

At that time, it was the most difficult time for the Qingyi Society, so in Bai Lang's opinion, Dabin was undoubtedly a traitor to the Qingyi Society!

"…No, do you really think my uncle doesn't know this?"

Yes, Bai Lang can bring in many orders every day, and deduct fixed expenses. The salary he can allocate to members every month is about 5,000 yuan. Bai Lang himself only gets a monthly salary of 4,000 yuan, which can be said to burn himself to illuminate others!

But, times have changed!

They followed Dabin and earned at least five digits in one game.

Uncle Bai Xiaofei also knew this, and of course he was very angry at the beginning, but if you think about it carefully, he had no reason to stop the employees from making money...

"…Xiaofei, what is the second method you just mentioned?"

“…Find a place with the ability to save yourself!”

After rolling his eyes, Bai Xiaofei still said it.

Those who can save the place are all big shots. The old guys left by the Qingyi Society are all really capable. Not to mention anything else, Uncle Mei is deeply inherited from the Mei School Qingyi inheritance. When he opened his voice, those who knew it would kneel down directly!

Bai Lang suddenly stared at Bai Xiaofei and looked up and down. The latter felt a sense of ominous premonition.

"Brother Lang, let's do it. I'll go find Xiaojiu now and get investment, I'll do it!"

...

Drama and folk art emphasize inheritance.

Bai Zheng chose among his two sons for half a year and finally decided to let Uncle Bai Xiaofei take over.

It was the third generation, and Uncle Bai Xiaofei told Bai Xiaofei more than once that he would hand over the "Qingyi Society" to him.

Every time, Bai Xiaofei was slapped with various reasons!

I have a bright future, who is so happy to live a lifelong life with the "Qingyi Society"?

Besides, he has a cousin and cousin!

Although these two guys have long stated that they are not interested in their ancestors, maybe their children have the potential to be masters!

It would be great to let the fourth generation take over directly and let everyone have a way out.

Moreover, my uncle's body has always been strong. Every morning I get up and practice my skills and chant "Eight Hundred Models Run to the North Slope" through the window, I can make the old man downstairs protest and curse "Worrying"...

According to Bai Xiaofei's idea, my uncle can live at least forty years, just in time to train the fourth generation of the Bai family to adulthood.

Why is it gone like this?

Unconsciously recalling my uncle's earnest teachings.

When I learned that Bai Xiaofei had been admitted to the Central Academy of Drama Performance Class, my uncle pulled Bai Xiaofei into the Qingyi Society. After learning basic skills for three months, his voice was almost ruined...

"Xiao Fei, I tell you that there are four subjects in drama performance, sound and stage shape!"

"Uncle, my throat is dry. What level do I have to practice to be considered an entry?"

"Beginner? Haha, let me say that, your grandfather used to say, 'You have to chant 'Eight hundred model runs to the north slope' when your throat is inflamed' so that you can ask the resident on the 25th floor who is closed to open the window and scold you for a little while. This is what you are entering the door'"

“…This is too difficult!”

"What do you think, what are these kids acting now?"

…

"Xiao Fei, have you seen this chair? I was sitting on this chair, and the light hit my face, but I want to reflect the light behind me, the counter-pressure put on me by the chair surface!"

“…”

Unclear

…

"This drama is the real art. Think about it, you are at a distance from all audiences. Your expressions and lines can be clearly conveyed to the eyes and ears of all audiences. What a joyous thing this is!"

"I tell you, in our industry, learn acting and be a human being first!"

"As soon as the curtain was opened, I had the final say. This feeling is great!"

"Saving the venue is like putting out a fire!"

"The play is bigger than the sky!"

…

Such a person who is persistent in pursuing performing arts suddenly disappeared...
Chapter completed!