Chapter 309 Grandpa's Treat
Inside the small theater.
Teacher Wen is not here.
The actors are all walking and rehearsing the scene, and talking about the lines, Shitou is discussing the lighting with a person carrying a backpack.
Jiang Yang greeted the actors one by one and walked over, "Brother Stone."
"Jiang Yang is here."
Shitou beckoned to Jiang Yang, led the man with a backpack over, and did not forget to ask Jiang Yang's important person, "Where is my female number one."
The number one female is Xu Fan.
Jiang Yang: "Didn't she ask for leave? You are sure, what do you want from me?"
"I thought she came over after dinner."
Shitou introduced his backpack friend to Jiang Yang, "This is my buddy, he used to be a singer, and now he is in the second-hand audio business. Mr. Wen plans to upgrade the sound system of the small theater. The sound system here is too old."
It used to be used as an activity center for the elderly, so the aging equipment can be imagined. Although drama actors don't use microphones for their lines, they all use sound systems in events such as wind, snow, thunder, or doorbells, telephones, toilets, or the birdsong in "Birdman". And stage audio involves design, system construction, control, etc., so Hao Ren's broken audio shop can't do it.
Shitou is a professional friend.
Shitou introduced Jiang Yang to him again, "Jiang Yang."
"Hello."
Jiang Yang shook hands with him, and asked curiously, "It's a big difference from a singer to a second-hand audio business."
Backpack smiled a bit reluctantly, "We have to live. We are not big stars like the king of heaven or the devil. We can't support ourselves by singing. Fortunately, we still have a craft."
They chatted a few more words.
The backpack let them chat, he went to look at the console, and took a few more photos, so that he could go back to design and plan.
After the backpack left, Jiang Yang wondered: "Why use a second-hand one?"
"You are responsible for your own profits and losses."
Shitou said, "Your daughter-in-law doesn't invest any money, so the money for the transformation has to come from the profits of the drama."
But the stone feels very good.
He said with a smile: "Thanks to your daughter-in-law, and the promotion of Teacher Wen and Teacher Jiangnan, our small theater has a surplus."
This shows that the small theater can survive.
"Now our small theater is full."
Shitou said proudly.
After this period of time, when the incubation fund in the district is settled, Teacher Wen still wants to try the big theater and start a tour.
"It's just that there are too few plays, hey, when will you write another one."
Shitou is still thinking about "Secret Love in Peach Blossom Spring".
"Wait a minute."
Jiang Yang is a little scared now and has to dig out from his memory, but he still wants to let nature take its course, "Besides, the stall is too big."
Originally, there are still many actors in "Birdman" who are not satisfactory.
At that time, we have to find another actor.
"Okay, listen to you."
Shitou heard this, and knew that the repertory theater troupe must be independent in the future, and it must move steadily, and be careful not to lose its job again.
"Oh, right."
Jiang Yang asked Shitou to choose two young actors, "The ones with idol qualities should be filmed in commercials."
Bailian Commercial Supermarket’s anniversary advertisement did not specify to invite stars, so let the actors of the repertory troupe hone their acting skills.
Jiang Yang went out after discussing with Shi Shi for a while.
Before going out, I heard the drummer Meng Zhang Fei say, "Third brother, do you want Master Jiang to change a song for us?"
He doesn’t think this song is bad, it’s a pretty good song, but he thinks it’s enough to have one of this style, “Look at yesterday’s performance, passers-by almost sent us directly to a psychological clinic.”
Bassist Hong Shan felt that these two songs were very good and powerful enough, "This is authentic rock!"
"You are buying vegetables at the vegetable market."
The third brother asked Meng Zhang Fei to stop talking, "Master Jiang will give us two songs. You are a big devil and write songs for people casually. I heard from Shitou that it doesn't count the lyrics and music and copyright, and the single arrangement Production, the price of the Great Demon King will not be capped at six figures or higher."
The lyrics, composition and arrangement of this song were done by the Great Demon King for them.
The third brother told them to stop mumbling, "Practice."
They practiced again.
Jiang Yang went out and watched behind them for a while. Zhuang Qi listened with relish, and even shook his lower body slightly to the beat. There was a middle-aged man beside him, who was also eagerly watching the band.
There are now four fans, which is a good sign.
However, the third brother's singing is still not tasteful enough.
But if Jiang Yang had to say it, Jiang Yang couldn't tell why.
The music cell of the great devil has not been passed on to him at all—yesterday, under the premise of safety, he and Li Yu had a friendly, cordial and mutually satisfactory exchange of biological information.
Jiang Yang walked over, the third brother saw him coming out, and asked everyone to take a rest.
He walked towards Jiang Yang, determined to share the money he earned yesterday with Jiang Yang. This is the first time their band has made money from original music after the reorganization of the band. This must be expressed. Jiang Yang doesn't want it, and finally took a hundred yuan to buy a lollipop.
There is an old man calling at the back, I don't know who he is calling.
"handsome guy!"
Jiang Yang turned around, "Master, call me?"
Uncle’s name is Jiang Yang.
This uncle was the one who inspired Jiang Yang to write "The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor" last time, and he was not the one who had a grudge against his aunt's first love.
He called Jiang Yang over, and thanked Jiang Yang very solemnly.
Jiang Yang didn’t have much to do, he just recorded his wife’s voice, but settled his concern.
"I have nothing to thank you for."
The uncle searched left and right on his body.
Finally, he took out two pills from his pocket, the kind with white wax skin and spherical shell, "Here, try this."
Jiang Yang: "Master, you are repaying your kindness with revenge."
How can I thank the person who sent the pills.
The uncle asked Jiang Yang to taste it: "This is a big hawthorn pill, delicious."
Meng Zhang Fei said from the back: "Yes, when I was young, others went to the canteen, and I went to the small clinic. That's all."
"This kid—"
The third brother said: "No wonder you only grow in size, but not in IQ."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Yang hadn't taken it before, he was skeptical, took the pill and ate one.
Then, he brought the other one, "Thank you in pairs, sir. Do you have any more pockets?"
"You boy, a bandit." The uncle smiled.
However, he still has.
He took out a box, "Come on, come on, I can't listen to you singing in vain, there are all of them."
Uncle is proud, please take medicine.
The third brother and the others came over and took one.
Jiang Yang also picked up one and threw it to Zhuang Qi, "Seeing that you listened intently, it just happens to cure a serious illness."
Zhuang Qi caught it.
After putting the big hawthorn pills in your mouth, it is sweet and sour, but not greasy.
Then, he felt that Jiang Yang became more and more interesting, that is, he could feel the fullness of his life.
When the third brother and the others were eating, the uncle said to them, "You guys sang so festively."
"Why!"
Jiang Yang felt that what the uncle said was quite reasonable.
"Yeah?"
The third brother glanced at each other and went to rehearse again.
Jiang Yang raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
He really liked the excitement, but unfortunately it was getting late, he walked up to Zhuang Qi who was listening enthralled, "Let's go."
Zhuang Qi suddenly asked: "Is this band recruiting?"
"Um?"
Jiang Yang looked at him unexpectedly, "Sure."
Rhythm guitar Shitou is working as an assistant director in a small theater, and there is still a folk musician who can play cucurbit flute and suona.
Zhuang Qi: "I want to join!"
"ah?"
Jiang Yang looked at him up and down, didn't it mean nothing to say, Zhuang Mei even mistakenly thought that he was depressed, why would he be cured after walking around with him? I don't know if he can cure diseases, or second-hand roses.
Jiang Yang: "Can you play the guitar?"
Zhuang Qi shook his head.
"Do you know suona?"
Zhuang Qi shook his head.
Jiang Yang: "Then just play around."
Zhuang Qi: "I can be a manager."
Jiang Yang thought about it, it seems to be okay, Zhuang Qi himself came out of the TV station, "What are you learning?"
Zhuang Qi's momentum is slightly weaker: "Doctor of Psychology."
Not close to the band manager.
"also."
Jiang Yangxin said that this is not a coincidence, one-stop service.
As long as he can do it.
The band lacked such a role, and yesterday's performance was all run by stones.
(end of this chapter)