Zhang Wenhai was surprised and said, "Is this the big boss just like this?"

He Xiangdong nodded quickly, his hands still rubbing his body: "Yeah, hum, um."

Zhang Wenhai said disgusted: "Why is this mouth so shattered? What kind of style are you? Where are the big bosses you are?"

He Xiangdong learned the accent of the handover between Hubei and Henan: "I'm from Hong Kong."

Zhang Wenhai said in confusion: "Why does Hong Kong people feel like this?"

He Xiangdong wiped his nose and spoke in dialect in crosstalk. He said, "I speak the English dialect. Their queen and women also have this accent. I'm so kind."

Zhang Wenhai echoed his voice: "Who, why does Queen smell like this?"

He Xiangdong explained: "She went to Henan to study and studied stewed noodles in the Noodle Department of Henan Agricultural University. Later, she brought this accent back to China."

Now the audience burst into warm applause, especially a few of them from Henan, who almost slapped their palms red. During this period, they were all over the world about returning topics, programs, and performances. They watched a lot of them, but the performances here are definitely the most interesting, and their interests arise immediately.

He Xiangdong looked at the enthusiastic reaction of the audience, and knew that his book was fine and was very affirmed by the audience. He looked up at the gate and could vaguely see the little beggar's clothes rippling in the wind in the wind. He Xiangdong felt much more at ease. He was as stable as Mount Tai. Even the strong wind could not blow the strange man's silk. He Xiangdong decided to give him a bottle of washing water after the performance.

Zhang Wenhai looked at the audience's reaction and felt a lot more relaxed. He smiled at He Xiangdong and continued to hold it and said, "Don't talk nonsense, where is the major in university? In addition, Hong Kong speaks Cantonese, and there is no accent."

He Xiangdong continued to pretend to be a rustic man and continued, "Yes, it's all this, and our Hong Kong tastes the same."

Zhang Wenhai frowned and asked, "Are you really a Hong Konger? Why can't I even tell you? What kind of messy style do you look like? Why do you look so strange? You are not pretending, you are not from Hong Kong at all, are you?"

He Xiangdong was still dissatisfied and said, "What's wrong with my style? What's wrong with my style?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "What big boss is this? Which boss is like you?"

He Xiangdongyi rolled up his sleeves and was excited: "Don't believe it yet? Alas, don't believe it yet, ah, I'll let you pull your butt today."

Zhang Wenhai also became interested and asked, "Oh, what do you mean?"

He Xiangdong said: "I will open your eyes."

"Wow, how could I learn these sarcastic words?"

He Xiangdong groped on his body, lifted up the lower robe very indecently, grabbed a messy handful of money from his pants pocket, pulled out a wrinkled hundred yuan from it, threw it directly on the table, and said to Zhang Wenhai: "Here."

Zhang Wenhai looked at the money on the table, and was a little confused, so he asked, "What does this mean?"

He Xiangdong stuffed a lot of money back, wiped his nose and mouth, and smiled embarrassedly: "I heard you have a beautiful daughter."

"Ah" the audience began to cheer.

Zhang Wenhai was still stunned and realized that he was furious at the time. He grabbed the folding fan and acted as he wanted to hit He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong quickly jumped away and tried to shake and tremble: "Don't hit, don't hit, can I give you another ten dollars?"

When Zhang Wenhai heard this, he was even more angry and rushed over and wanted to beat someone up.

He Xiangdong is still trying to death: "If you don't give you five more dollars, you can't be more. You must be honest and not speculative."

The audience laughed so hard that they never stopped watching this farce. They watched it very fresh and had never seen such crosstalk. In fact, at the beginning, the performance of crosstalk in folk gardens was like this. This is the real authentic and pure crosstalk.

It was only later that the taste gradually changed, and there were basically no people among the people who spoke crosstalk. Over the past few decades, these audiences grew up watching the crosstalk of the evening party. The first time I saw this authentic crosstalk, I naturally felt very fresh.

The market economy began to take off in the 1990s, but the public did not have a crosstalk market. What He Xiangdong and others were doing was to cultivate this market and cultivate the market with genuine authentic crosstalk full of earth.

Maybe it will take many years, but as long as you succeed, it will be a new life given to the already dead crosstalk.

Zhang Wenhai didn't really hit the fan, so he did the look he wanted to hit, and then put down the folding fan, and He Xiangdong also returned to the funny position.

Zhang Wenhai said: "What big boss is this? He is not as immoral as you?"

He Xiangdongdao: "I have money."

Zhang Wenhai said: "If you have money, you can just turn it into someone else's misfortune."

He Xiangdong thought about it, frowned and said disgusted, "Your wife is too old."

This time, Zhang Wenhai picked up the folding fan and raised He Xiangdong's head.

He Xiangdong screamed in pain.

The audience laughed wildly.

Zhang Wenhai put down the fan angrily and cursed: "Don't be that bad, don't talk nonsense. It's so great to have money. Who knows how you earn this money?"

He Xiangdong rubbed his head: "We all earn it honestly?"

Zhang Wenhai said with a slight smile: "Haha, who knows, tell me how to make this money."

He Xiangdong said: "This starts with my grandfather. In the past, foreign countries came to invade us. Later, China won. When imperialism saw that China was so powerful, they all carried a urine basin and a broken lunch box. They ran back to China with a clang in their mouths. They didn't even have time to wear their shorts."

"Okay" the audience burst into warm applause and kept resting for a long time.

Zhang Wenhai couldn't even insert it several times, and turned his head in surprise. He didn't expect that the audience would react so much.

There are not many surprises in He Xiangdong. The humiliation over the past hundred years in modern times is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Chinese. There is no Chinese who does not want their country to prosper and strong, nor does it mean that Chinese people are willing to return to that humiliating era.

After a long time, the audience applause stopped.

Zhang Wenhai slowly let out a sigh, turned around again, looked at He Xiangdong slanted and asked, "What about later?"

He Xiangdong explained: "Isn't my grandfather kind-hearted later? I'm afraid they don't have shorts and pee at night and have nothing to cover them."

Zhang Wenhai said in surprise: "Ah, urinate?"

He Xiangdong said: "This is not allowed to leave the country again. My grandfather has no choice but to go to Hong Kong to send it to them. This foreigner thanked my grandfather for his kindness and insisted on being an official. My grandfather couldn't even run back."

Zhang Wenhai asked, "What official?"

He Xiangdong said: "That chef."

Zhang Wenhai contemptuously said, "Isn't this just a chef? You'll be in office no matter where you are."

He Xiangdong explained: "It's an official, and he is in charge of many chefs."

Zhang Wenhai said: "That's not an official either. What will your grandfather do?"

He Xiangdong replied: "Boiled noodles."

Zhang Wenhai smiled: "I know."

He Xiangdong continued: "Although we make braised noodles, our salary is high or high. My father and I are all there to make braised noodles, and I have made a lot of money."

Zhang Wenhai asked again: "Then you make so much money, and you don't stay in Hong Kong, why are you coming back?"

He heard this, He Xiangdong hugged his head and covered his chest to make a heartache and feel heartbroken, and even knocked his head on the table, not to mention how regretful he was.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenhai was also a little surprised and asked, "Oh, what's wrong, let's talk about it slowly."

He Xiangdong raised his head and said regretfully: "That time, wasn't the queen coming? I asked me to give her the noodles, saying that I would like to comment on my skills."

Zhang Wenhai nodded and said, "I know, she is also a graduate of the Braised Noodle Department."

He Xiangdong covered his chest and said sadly: "What happened? Something happened. I just said something too much and then something happened."

Zhang Wenhai said curiously: "What are you talking about?"

He Xiangdong said: "I'll take 100 yuan and ask if the queen has any good-looking princesses?"

"Ah?" Zhang Wenhai was completely stunned.

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