"They said I have a small brain and can't support a show with a pretty face."

Only then did Xiao Qian pay attention and found that Tu Xiaogang's huge figure actually had a leopard's head.

Painted faces are the highlight of the stage, and one voice can hold up everything. Therefore, anyone who can sing painted faces must be a steady figure in the old city.

Just mention Bao Gong and Xu Yanzhao, and everyone will understand.

The picture of a leopard head and Bao Gong makeup...

Tsk tsk, you are wearing a crown despite being a monkey.

Tu Xiaogang took a few breaths and calmed down a little.

"I can't see my future in the group, but I'm still young, so I can't let it go my whole life, right? I happen to like singing, and all my abilities lie in this voice, so I came here to look for opportunities."

"Then what's the result?"

This time it was Sister Hong who spoke.

"What else can I do? Didn't you see it? You can only stay here and do odd jobs. My place is not as good as it used to be, and people don't come here as much. And now there are companies behind each one, so I can do everything by myself.

I can’t decide. Another thing, Xiaogang’s image is not popular nowadays. I recommended him to several companies, but people said that what the public likes now is a sunny boy. There is no way out for him."

As Sister Hong became indignant, Tu Xiaogang's head gradually dropped. In the end, it was buried between his arms.
Chapter completed!