"What the Marquis just scolded was so exciting! It's a good thing I wasn't there, otherwise I would have cursed him so much if I pointed at that young man's face. Let him know what it means to respect the elderly and love the young!"

"Han Sen really deserves it. A new actor actually called on fans to bully Liu Hanlin online. It's really abominable!"

"It's just a clown. Anyone can kill him. It's best to get him out of the entertainment industry!"

"Given the Marquis' seniority, it is for his own good to give him a few words of instruction. Sooner or later, he will pay the price for his arrogance. When the time comes, he will think of what the Marquis said today, and he will definitely be grateful to the Marquis."

"Master Hou still said it lightly. We can't hide some things, we should point them out to him directly..."

A group of people complimented Hou Delang in many words.

Hou Delang was overwhelmed with praise and felt very proud in his heart. He smiled and waved his hands. Just as he was about to say a few polite words, he saw the program manager Ge Hongzhi walking into the lounge with a gloomy look on his face.

Everyone immediately fell silent and looked at each other.

Many people could see that at this moment, Ge Hongzhi almost had the word "gnashing his teeth" written on his face.

Hou Delang's heart sank slightly, and he had a vague feeling of something bad, but he still put on a smile and took the initiative to ask in a gentle tone: "Xiao Ge, how is the performance going? Is it our turn to go on stage to rehearse?"

"

Ge Hongzhi didn't say anything. He sat on the chair in the main seat with an ugly face. He picked up the tea next to him and took a sip. He sipped his mouth and took another sip. The more he drank, the worse the taste became. He finally couldn't bear the feeling in his heart.

Furious, he suddenly raised his hand and slammed the tea cup to the ground.

There was a crisp snap.

The porcelain cup was smashed to pieces.

The whole lounge was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

"Hong, Brother Hongzhi, what happened?"

"Brother Hongzhi, if you need my help, just ask!"

"Brother Hongzhi, are the directors trying to find fault with you and embarrass you? It's okay. There are still two or three months until the Spring Festival Gala. We have plenty of time to revise the content."

A group of people asked with concern on their faces.

Even Hou Delang, who was trying to stay calm at this time, said with a smile: "Xiao Ge, if you want anything, tell me. At my age, I can't do anything else, but I can still speak a few words in the circle.

."

Ge Hongzhi still said nothing, but looked at Hou Delang with red eyes, and a sentence suddenly popped into his mind: Being old and not dying is a thief!

But he didn't dare to say.

One thing to say is that Hou Delang's seniority is indeed very high in the industry. After all, he can be regarded as an experienced actor. Although he has played supporting roles almost all his life, he was the leading actor in a mythological drama that year.

This mythological drama can be called a classic. In the past thirty years, it has been frequently broadcast by major TV stations, so that it has become a memory of a generation. A work blessed by memories can be said to have its own aura.

Therefore, this year, many netizens strongly appealed to Hou Delang to attend the Spring Festival Gala to help netizens have a blast of memories.

The reason why Ge Hongzhi recruited Hou Delang to join the group was because he wanted to rely on Hou Delang's reputation and voice to properly enter the Spring Festival Gala program list.

He thought that compared to other sketches, he was already a winner.

But I didn't expect that this old guy not only failed to help me, but actually ruined my own affairs!

As soon as he thought of this, his breathing became rapid.

But soon, he adjusted his breathing, smiled, and said with a relaxed face: "It's not a big deal, it's just that Director Ao just found me and said that our program was canceled. He felt that our program was not good, and he was dismissed.

…”

Snap.

Another teacup was broken.

Before everyone could recover from Ge Hongzhi's words, they saw Hou Delang, an old artist with both virtue and skill, suddenly crying and beating his chest: "Blame me, blame me!"

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Chapter completed!