115: Chapter 115 Three Top-Tier Wives Stand Up to Settle the Situation

"Good!!!"

At the side of the stage, Guo Degang couldn't help but roar in a low voice.

Yu Qian, standing next to him, also subconsciously started clapping.

As leading figures in the art of Crosstalk, this pair of old brothers was shocked a hundred times more intensely than the audience below.

The fundamental skills of Crosstalk are "speaking, imitating, teasing, and singing".

This "singing" doesn't refer to singing pop songs, but rather the serious, traditional singing of Taiping lyrics.

Broadly speaking, singing Taiping lyrics, folk ditties, and even Peking opera or Ping opera can all be categorized under the broad umbrella of "performing arts".

This stuff is completely different from modern pop music; it has extremely harsh requirements for the performer's vocal conditions and Grandmaster-level Singing.

Just go listen to those famous Peking opera stars start singing and you'll know.

They don't need any reverb or auto-tune; once they switch between true and falsetto voices, that penetrating power can instantly give you goosebumps.

Why are the requirements so high? Because the environment forced it!

This craft was passed down by our ancestors.

Back in the old society over a hundred years ago, where were there million-level sound systems? Where were there condenser microphones? There were only a few musical instruments for accompaniment; to make the performance stand out, it relied entirely on the actor's raw voice.

If your voice wasn't good enough or your breath control was insufficient, you'd fail on stage and be booed off by the audience.

Moreover, the performance venues at that time were mostly rowdy teahouses and restaurants, with people downstairs cracking melon seeds, chatting, and playing finger-guessing games, a complete chaotic mess.

Want to make these guys shut up and listen to you sing? Then your first note has to have that piercing, sky-penetrating brightness; you have to instantly grab everyone's attention and command the stage before they'll be willing to reach into their pockets for a tip.

Lin Chen's vocal condition was already at a perfect level modified by the system, and with the addition of Grandmaster-level Singing, this voice was simply like the sound of heaven.

That elegant and sorrowful ditty sung from his mouth twisted and turned, the lingering sound wrapping around the beams, striking deep into the soul.

"The Ming grandfather in that position, listen carefully to what I say"

"This matter, oh, happened in the Blue Indigo Factory west of the capital"

"In the Blue Indigo Factory Firearm Battalion, there was a Song the Third"

"His daughter was named Dalian, with a pretty and lovely face"

"This fresh flower had no one to pick it, the pipa string broke and no one to play it"

"I am like Diaochan longing for Lu Bu"

"And like Yan Poxi, sitting in the tower thinking of Zhang San"

...

On the huge, empty stage, there were no backup dancers, no dazzling lighting effects.

There was only a lonely master's chair, a handsome young man in a white shirt, holding a sanxian, singing softly with his eyes closed.

This scene looked extremely bleak, but among the thousands of audience members present, not a single person felt it was boring.

The entire theater fell into an eerie silence.

Not a sound, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's breathing and heartbeat seemed to rise and fall with that clear singing voice on stage.

In a trance, time seemed to flow back a hundred years; everyone seemed to see a graceful, refined young man walking out of a yellowed ancient painting, sitting in a mottled teahouse, whispering that sad and beautiful folk song to the world.

"This... is probably the quietest and most orderly performance since we moved to Tianqiao Theater."

The big guy Sun Yue stood at the side curtain, sighing in a low voice to Yue Yunpeng beside him.

Yue Yunpeng's small eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Lin Chen on stage, and he nodded subconsciously.

After several seconds, he let out a long breath: "Teacher Lin Chen's voice is truly amazing. It's like heaven is chasing after him to feed him."

Sun Yue also felt the same: "It's a natural gift from the ancestors; us mortals can't envy it."

This exploring qingshui river is over four minutes long.

When the lingering sound of the last pluck of the string dissipated, and when that desolate singing voice stopped completely.

The theater, which had been as quiet as a chicken, was like it had been hit by a depth charge.

After a brief silence, it instantly boiled over!

Thunderous applause swept in like a mountain and sea, deafening; the momentum really threatened to blow the roof off the theater.

"Ahhhhhhh! Teacher Lin Chen, I love you!!!"

"Too good! Teacher Lin Chen, one more! I haven't heard enough!"

"Holy crap! This is the real immortal! Teacher Lin Chen, I want to have a bunch of monkeys for you!"

"Teacher Lin Chen is so handsome! Kill me!!!"

Amidst the deafening applause, countless female fans screamed frantically as if crazy.

Dilraba, sitting in the front row, also completely abandoned her celebrity baggage, jumping up from her chair excitedly, waving her arms and shouting at the stage: "Hubby, look here! Look at me!"

Lin Chen stood up from the master's chair, his gaze accurately sweeping over the three of Yang Mi in the first row.

Then he turned to face the frenzied audience, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth: "Although I guessed you would like it, hearing this reaction, I still feel quite comfortable."

"Clap clap clap clap clap!!!"

Before Lin Chen's voice had even faded, the applause that had just calmed down a bit erupted again like a tsunami.

"Teacher Lin Chen! One more time!"

"Sing it again!!!"

...

"Sing it again! Sing it again!"

Thousands of audience members below began to shout in unison.

At first it was a bit chaotic, but soon it converged into a uniform beat.

Everyone was clapping frantically while roaring loudly to the rhythm.

Guo Degang stood at the side curtain, looking at this crazy scene, and said to Yu Qian with a wry smile:

"The two of us have stood on this stage for most of our lives, but we've never enjoyed this treatment. Where is this a place to listen to Crosstalk? This is clearly a superstar's concert!"

Yu Qian took a deep puff from his pipe and exhaled a smoke ring: "This is called an idol with real strength. It's not the same track as us old sticks who just rely on our glib tongues to make a living."

On stage, Lin Chen pressed his hands down slightly towards the audience.

A magical scene appeared; the thousands of audience members who were just as frenzied as if they had been injected with chicken blood instantly fell silent, as if they had been pressed with a mute button.

This is stage control.

A few minutes ago, these people were still pointing fingers at Lin Chen and full of criticism.

But just a few minutes later, they had completely fallen, willingly following Lin Chen's command, caring about his every move.

Actually, the creature known as the audience is very simple and pure.

They don't care who you are in private, nor do they care how much controversy you have.

They only care about one thing: whether you can bring out the real stuff on stage and make them feel the ticket price was worth it.

If you have real skills and can command them, they will worship you like an immortal.

If you go up there and recite one, two, three, four, five, even if you buy a hundred trending searches, they will still curse you like a dog.

Lin Chen's strength is beyond doubt.

In just four minutes, he displayed his talent to the fullest, and with just one folk ditty, he completely conquered the ears of everyone present.

"Not a cent paid, but a bunch of demands; aren't you making things difficult for me?" Lin Chen said slowly into the microphone, his eyes drifting extremely naturally towards Guo Degang on the side of the stage.

"Hahahaha!" The audience instantly understood, erupting into a burst of laughter and joining in the teasing.

Guo Degang cooperated very well, jogging out and repeatedly cupping his hands in greeting to the audience below.

Lin Chen cleared his throat and continued to act: "I could tolerate no appearance fee. The key is, I just exerted myself singing for you, my throat is almost smoking, and there's not even anyone in the backstage to hand me water. What kind of hospitality is this?"

As soon as Lin Chen's words landed, the passage on the side of the stage instantly exploded.

Guo Degang, Yu Qian, Guo Qilin, Yue Yunpeng, Sun Yue, and even several supporting actors, a whole bunch of core members of the Deyun Society ran up.

This group of people instantly surrounded Lin Chen, some pounding his back, some kneading his shoulders, some serving tea and water, and some even squatting down to massage Lin Chen's calves, each one full of flattery and servility.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

This sudden group Crosstalk comedy effect directly made the audience below laugh until tears streamed out.

Guo Degang, while forcefully rubbing Lin Chen's shoulders, smiled flatteringly: "Teacher Lin Chen, if you have any instructions, just ask! As long as it's something our Deyun Society can do, we will definitely satisfy you, even if it means going up a mountain of blades or down a sea of fire!"

Lin Chen, surrounded by this group of grown men, shook his head in disgust and complained into the microphone: "Your formation is a bit scary. Does this count as the legendary 'covered in big men'?"

The audience below was stunned for half a second, and after realizing the pun, the laughter directly blew the roof off.

"Hahahaha! Amazing! Covered in big men! This joke came out of nowhere!"

"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would see such a homoerotic scene from the Deyun Society!"

"Teacher Lin Chen, run! These old men have bad intentions!"

After making a scene on stage for a while, Guo Degang stopped while he was ahead and led his disciples to retreat.

Lin Chen picked up the sanxian again and sat steadily on the master's chair.

"Teacher Lin Chen! I want to hear more!"

Before Lin Chen could pluck the strings, a fierce scream from a girl came from the front row again.

Lin Chen didn't pick up on it this time, but deliberately straightened his face, and with a very serious expression, said into the microphone:

"This female comrade, please pay attention to your wording. My wife is sitting below, and you are shouting so loudly, I am at risk of domestic violence."

"Hahahaha!" The whole audience burst into laughter.

Immediately after, the audience's attention was successfully diverted.

Everyone started searching frantically in the audience for the "wife" Lin Chen mentioned, like radar.

Which one of the five fairy sisters came? Or... did they all come?

The theater is not big, but not small either.

The VIP seats in the front row are naturally eye-catching.

Not long after, Yang Mi, Tong Liya, and Dilraba sitting in the first row were discovered by sharp-eyed audience members.

"Holy crap! It's Yang Mi! The real Da Mimi!"

"Isn't that Yaya! And Dilraba! My God!"

"Only three came? What about Liu Shishi and Nazar?"

"Real people are even more stunning than on screen! Beautiful to tears!"

"Yang Mi! Take my advice, hurry up and kick this pretty boy! Teacher Lin Chen belongs to all of us!"

The scene instantly went out of control, with cheers, whistles, and screams intertwined.

Although Lin Chen had just stolen the show, when it comes to the number of die-hard fans and national popularity, he is simply not on the same level as these three top-tier actresses.

Let alone Lin Chen, even if you tied everyone in the Deyun Society together, their traffic wouldn't compare to even one of their fingers.

Seeing the whole audience looking at them, Yang Mi, with the demeanor of the head wife, gave the other two a look.

The three women stood up generously and turned to face the entire audience.

Those three stunning, peerless faces instantly lit up the entire theater.

They waved to everyone with a smile, then uniformly extended their index fingers to their lips, made a "shh" gesture, and then pointed to Lin Chen on stage.

The meaning was clear: Please be quiet, return the stage to my husband.

The audience was very accommodating, and after cheering for a while, the theater returned to quiet.

Beauties are certainly pleasing to the eye, but now everyone is looking forward to what divine track the man on stage is going to perform next.