"Old fish, how many years have we worked together?" A thin man in a long coat wiped his sweat and said to his partner, his name is Xie Xun.
"Hmm? Twenty five years ago, what are you doing here?" His partner was also wearing a long gown, but he was a tall and strong man named Yu Debao.
"I'm just nervous. I didn't feel so nervous about picking up your sister-in-law last year!" said Xie Xun, sweating like a waterfall.
"Alas, it's not... What do you want to do with my sister-in-law?" Yu Debao suddenly became alert.
"Don't interrupt. Today, let's just say I'm nervous. These three million people... How many people can watch a crosstalk show?"
"One hundred and eighty," Yu Debao continued.
"Three million divided by one hundred and eighty... is it a thousand times?" asked Xie Xun.
"Don't make a fool of yourself, at least... more than 10000 times!" Yu Debao raised his sleeve with a folding fan and stretched out a finger.
"Ouch!" Xie Xun suddenly covered his heart.
"What's the matter with you? It's going to happen. Don't lose your chain at this time!" Yu Debao put the folding fan into his belt and reached out to hold Xie Xun.
"Three million people, just three million pigs looking at me, I can't speak!" said Xie Xun, beating his thigh.
"Look at me," Yu Debao pointed to himself and said, "I am now 'three million people'. Are you still nervous when you look at me?"
"I think you are about three million pigs!" said Xie Xun, patting Yu Debao's hand.
"Hey! Look at my temper!" Yu Debao said, brushing his sleeves.
The two of them were standing under a big tent, where people were busy.
Until a man with silver hair came out with a roll of paper and looked at them.
"Are you Xie Xun and Yu Debao?" said Bai Jiulong, glancing at the list in his hand.
"It's us, not me. They were famous all over the country in those days, but now they are the great masters of crosstalk! You can rely on us!" said Xie Xun with a thumbs up.
"Stop boasting. We are just boasters, and we are famous all over the country. Are you ashamed?" Yu Debao said.
"Give me some face, old fish! Give me some face!" Shesen stamped his feet.
Bai Jiulong coughed and said, "Come on, don't beep too much. There are many things you said after you came on stage. Go in."
He opened the curtain to reveal a white world. The ground and back wall of the tent were covered with white cloth. There were square mirrors everywhere, scattering the lights everywhere. The light was a mechanism light made of ink cars, like the light tube in Bai Jiulong's former home, but it had no technical content. It only used sea monster oil, emitting white light, and could last for ten years.
In the middle of the tent is a long table, covered with red cloth, on which are several props for crosstalk.
"Wow, it looks so fresh! Have you seen the old fish?" Xie Xun was stunned. He had never seen such a bright place before.
"How can I see it before? It's not all faint and dark under the overpass before? Who has seen such a... 'white and clean' place?" Yu Debao said with his mouth open.
At this time, Bai Jiulong had already sat in front of a computer under the stage and said to the two people, "What are you still doing? Hurry up to the stage."
Both of them were a little nervous and patted their coats and hair. Finally, they saw in front of the mirror that there was nothing wrong with them before they went on stage.
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Bai Jiulong. At present, I am the director of this studio, and also director, lighting, camera, post production, boxed lunch, etc. You can call me Director Bai." Bai Jiulong waved and said.
"How are you, Director Bai?" they said with a bow.
"Hello," Bai Jiulong nodded and said, "since you were found by the East King, you should know your task, right?"
"You know, it's just crosstalk for the dead? I don't know anything else. When it comes to crosstalk, I can't finish it for ten days and ten nights!" Xie Xun clapped his hands and said that when he entered the studio, he suddenly became less nervous. Maybe he didn't really have to face three million viewers, but just spoke in front of a black box.
"Ten days and ten nights......" Bai Jiulong was not very excited when he heard this, but said: "No, this program will last at least six months, and it will not end until the end of the year. Can you spell more and think more about new content?"
Both Xie Xun and Yu Debao looked bitter.
"This really makes me talk about ten days and ten nights, and I can't stand it. It's six months? This is not to kill us?" said Xie Xun, his eyebrows trembling desperately.
"That's all right, we can only find other programs." White Kowloon waved his hand and said, "Look at the camera, ready to start."
Before the two people asked, White Kowloon pointed to the camera in front of them and said, "That's the camera. It can take your images and send them to the distance to show others. The lens is the round glass in front of you. Do you know?"
Because it only talks about crosstalk, it doesn't need to consider other sub scenes except the middle view. White Kowloon didn't control the camera in person, just put it on a tripod and directly face the two people on the stage.
"Yes, I know," said Xie Xun, nodding his head. "It's similar to the communication compass, which we have seen used by others."
Bai Jiulong also nodded and said, "Let's count down to three. After that, you will start to talk, just like you usually talk about crosstalk."
"No problem," said Xie Xun and Yu Debao.
"Three... two..." Bai Jiulong remotely controlled the camera on the computer and was about to press the switch.
"One, start."
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There is also a big screen in the camp of Houdongliu. After all, it would be good to give some entertainment to the people who take turns to rest. So they, together with three million dead souls, witnessed another network live broadcast of human beings after tens of thousands of years. The live broadcast is still crosstalk, a language art that has not died down for thousands of years.
They are like children who are exposed to TV for the first time. Who hasn't heard crosstalk? But I still accept new things hungrily.
None of the dead wanted to commit suicide. They all sat in the wilderness and lit a bonfire. A group of the dead warmed up and watched crosstalk together.
At present, the effect is very good. But in the evening, Xie Xun and Yu Debao, who have talked all day, are still thirsty and exhausted. They are just gossip martial artists, and they don't have so much energy. Even if they drink golden apple juice to replenish their energy, they can't stand it.
White Kowloon had to hold up the prompter board, let them say the closing words and exit, and said that tomorrow's program will be more exciting, not to be missed.
"Well done!" After the camera was turned off, White Kowloon came forward and patted the two people on the shoulder and said, "Keep up the good work tomorrow!"
"Please forgive us, Director Bai..." Xie Xun took a sip of water from the kettle and said, "We have already said ten percent of the inventory today. In this case, after ten days, we really have nothing to say, and we can say it backwards once?"
"We also know that this is a life saving event, but there is no way to save people with so many stocks. What we have come up with for a while has not been polished to the surface. In addition, our energy does not allow us to talk like this every day without breathing, which is really unbearable!" Yu Debao also complained bitterly.
Bai Jiulong also knew that these two people were more powerful than ordinary people, and did not demand them. He said, "I know. Go back first. I will look for other programs. It is not necessary to talk about crosstalk all day long, singing, dancing, and musical instruments."
"Yes, yes, hurry up, hurry up! How can we support so many people in the camp?" Xie Xun was very happy. If someone came up, they would not have to stand and talk crosstalk for a day.
He likes crosstalk when he is in crosstalk business, but if he treats crosstalk as suffering and keeps talking, he will soon hear two words of crosstalk and spit out.