"The only problem now is that the name of the theater troupe has not been decided yet. Although her surname is Feng, and the leader Feng is also surnamed Feng, the position of leader Feng in Taiping Town is still the leader. In theory, this theater troupe should be called Feng Jiaban. But this theater

They are from our Wang Family Troupe. Why can’t the troupe be called Wang Family Troupe if the troupe’s surname is Feng? I think we can also call it Wang Family Troupe!”

Wang Xinghua's last long string of words confused Jiang Qi. She was from Feng's class and Wang's class.

This amusement park belongs to Jiang Qi. According to Wang Xinghua's theory, this theater troupe can be called Jiang Family Troupe.

"As long as you are happy." Jiang Qi smiled, indicating that he would not get involved in the name dispute.

Wang Xinghua curled her lips, glanced at the time on her phone, and took out a microphone from under the table that Jiang Qi had not noticed before.

"Hey, the interview for the first interviewer will start at 10:20. It can be done alone or collaboratively. Everyone, hurry up and prepare. Each person only has three minutes per section."

As soon as these words came out, the people who were still asking Mr. Feng to inquire about the situation stopped asking about the situation and dispersed to prepare the interview music for later.

Wang Xinghua put down the phone and started eating melon seeds.

Jiang Qi also kowtowed for a while, and suddenly realized that there was a very important information point in Wang Xinghua's long list of nonsense just now.

She is responsible for writing the notebook.

Write a notebook?

Jiang Qi looked at Wang Xinghua fiercely, which shocked Wang Xinghua. She spat out the melon seed kernels and swallowed the melon seed shells.

"You said you were responsible for writing the notebook?"

"That's right." Wang Xinghua silently picked up the melon seeds she had just spit out, stuffed them into her mouth and ate them, "Is there any problem?"

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Jiang Qi always thought that Wang Xinghua would only write some rumor-mongering articles in third-rate newspapers that could get her boss into trouble.

Wang Xinghua:?

Doubt my ability?

Wang Xinghua sat up straight in an instant and put on the posture of a contemporary literary giant: "What's so strange about being able to write a notebook? If the theater troupes of our time didn't produce new plays every day and the audience would get tired of performing old plays, who would come to your show?

Is the team watching a show?"

Jiang Qi thought it was right when he thought about it carefully. At that time, listening to plays was just like watching TV series now. It was impossible to stare at one drama over and over again. There would definitely be new dramas every year.

"Is it difficult to write a notebook?" Jiang Qi was a little curious.

"It depends on what type of writing it is." Wang Xinghua said, "A third-rate literati would never be able to write something like "Female Consort" or "Meng Lijun" even if they think about it, but if they write something that is vulgar and bad but

There will always be people who want to read it, just write whatever you want with your eyes closed."

As she said that, Wang Xinghua counted the numbers for Jiang Qi with her fingers: "It's like a poor scholar who was chosen by the princess as the number one scholar and finally became the consort. The poor scholar met a female ghost. The female ghost originally wanted to harm him, but in the end she fell in love with him and sent her to him.

The money was sent to him to take the imperial examination. The poor scholar was attracted by the wealthy daughter and insisted on backing him, but was thwarted by the rich daughter's father in every possible way. In the end, he succeeded in getting the top prize in high school and slapped him in the face. He can publish 180 books a year."

Jiang Qi: "...I thought this was the plot of a bad proverb book."

"It's the same with vulgar operas. After it's released, no one wants to listen to it for more than half a year. Then a new one is released and it's sung again. This is the case with folk opera troupes."

"Will our theater have to sing this kind of play in the future?" Jiang Qi suddenly became worried about the future of the theater. If he still sings such a vulgar play in this era, he will probably be scolded by the audience until he doesn't even know his father.

"Of course not." Wang Xinghua's expression suddenly became excited, "I originally thought that our theater would sing classics that have been handed down, but -"

"Do you know how exciting the play that Feng Ling and his troupe originally tailored for Feng Ling was?"

Jiang Qi: "How exciting?"

"Normal plays can only sing about a female consort and a female champion. The play their troupe tailor-made for her is the Queen."

Jiang Qi:???

This is the great heroine, I’ve learned it, I’ve learned it!

Jiang Qi was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment. After trying to organize his words for a long time, he weakly asked: "Can this play... be sung?"

"Yes, no one dared to sing in my world at that time. It was different from their world. There was no queen in their world, but there were several famous female warlords in Feng Ling's era.

Taoist priest."

"The theater troupe wrote a lot of dramas with female protagonists in order to flatter those female bosses. When Feng Linghuo was in power, the most popular one was the one in which the female protagonist's mother made the female protagonist pretend to be a prince in order to win favor, and finally succeeded in ascending to the throne.

Common story.”

"...Wait, a vulgar story?"

"Although it's a vulgar story, it's cool. The pearls, agates, and jade on Feng Ling's clothes are all those young ladies who happily rewarded them after listening to the show."

Jiang Qi: "..."

"I think we should perform the classics first, and then perform this kind of vulgar and cool drama after performing it for a while."

Wang Xinghua looked disappointed: "I thought you would support me."

"Feng Ling feels the same way. She feels that whether it is a male-led drama or a female-led drama, it is essentially a vulgar third-rate plot. To be able to perform well, you must first perform well. Boss, there are some classics in this world.

It’s something that neither of our worlds have.”

"Hey, why doesn't anyone understand us, third-rate writers who are vulgar? I am good at writing this kind of vulgar and entertaining drama, but due to the social environment at the time, I couldn't write this type of entertaining drama."

"I really want to write."

Jiang Qi:……
Chapter completed!