This crosstalk joke actually has nothing to do with return. He Xiangdong, according to the big bodyguard article, would make a short joke, just like he said, welcome the return with laughter.

The audience's reaction was also very good. He Xiangdong showed a gratified smile and looked at the little beggar who was smoking the cigarette butts he picked up at the door. The raging Beijing wind still couldn't sway his united head. He Xiangdong decided to give him more chicken legs tonight.

After bowing and stepping down, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai went to the backstage to drink water and rest.

Guo Qing and Fan Wenquan changed into it. Guo Qing was funny, and Fan Wenquan measured his life. There were only a few people in the garden, and no one reported the show or anything. They were all actors who changed their clothes and went up by themselves.

Backstage, Zhang Wenhai sat down on his butt, picked up the big teapot and drank half of it, reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons on the top, spread the half of it freely, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a wet towel, and said, "It's hot just after the beginning of summer. I'm just a sweatshirt inside, and a coat outside feels so hot that it's thorny."

He Xiangdong even took off his gown directly. It was a white sleeveless vest inside. It was fat and loose, and it was very unreal. He was fat and couldn't stand the heat. He also worked hard on the stage. Now the back of the vest was almost wet.

He Xiangdong picked up a towel on his head, wiped his face and neck, then slapped his fan, and said, "It's hot, and the air conditioner will be turned on in a few days, otherwise the audience will not be able to stand it. Oh, it's another expense."

Looking at He Xiangdong's sloppy look, Zhang Wenhai couldn't help laughing: "Look at how you look. Put on a little hat, put on two beards, and put on a bullshit plaster. He is a landlord and rich man in the old society. He is a little embarrassed."

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes at Zhang Wenhai and said, "Mr. Zhang, you don't know that oil and salt are expensive. Our garden has just enough money to spend. This air conditioner that is so large in summer costs much electricity. Even if there are three or five spectators, we have to turn on it. Turn on the air conditioner and run into the whole garden. And if you turn on the air conditioner, it will be all day long. It's all money."

Zhang Wenhai smiled. He had a small purple clay teapot. The tea that he had just soaked before he went on stage. Now he just drank a lot of cold water that was hot and thirsty in front of him. Now he was relieved. He was about to start enjoying. He picked up the teapot and sucked his mouth gently towards the teapot spout, showing a smile of enjoyment. Then he said to He Xiangdong calmly: "What are you anxious? I think there are many people coming today."

He Xiangdong also found a chair and sat down. He didn't have enough tea to make in purple clay pot, so he took the enamel tea jar and sipped it gently like Zhang Wenhai, and said, "We are also taking advantage of the wind of the return incident to attract these people. This is luck. We can't have such good luck every time, so how can we have such people in the future."

Zhang Wenhai looked at He Xiangdong holding a broken teapot and drinking water with a teapot, and shook his head and said, "We are all people who don't know how to do business and have no business mind. They only know how to talk about crosstalk, technology and art. We are good at business. We have to ask people who know how to do business."

He Xiangdong thought for a while and found that he was really not good at doing business. He put down the tea jar and asked Zhang Wenhai: "Mr. Zhang, we don't know anyone who knows it. Besides, they are not willing to help us. Moreover, if they want to collect money, what should we do?"

Zhang Wenhai smiled, revealing his white and neat teeth, pushed his old-fashioned glasses, and said meaningfully: "Who said we don't know anyone who knows it, and that person won't even want to pay for it."

He Xiangdong said in confusion: "Who?"

Zhang Wenhai smiled and said, "Who gave you the idea of ​​holding a special session?"

He Xiangdong suddenly realized, looked towards the stage, then quickly looked back at Zhang Wenhai, and said in surprise: "You mean"

Zhang Wenhai nodded with a smile on his face.

After the show ended in the evening, He Xiangdong talked about this matter with Guo Qing, saying that he asked his Su Xiaoya to come over and help the garden to think of ways, and to find some ways to help the garden grow as soon as possible and attract more audiences.

Guo Qingyi immediately patted his chest and agreed. The next day, he was happy and went to discuss with the other girl. He Xiangdong was still sighing about his deep brotherly love, and he was so concerned about his affairs and was willing to help him ask for help. The tears were almost falling.

Later I learned that the girl was writing a final paper, and the theme was about how to make the small business run quickly. Guo Qing, the bastard, immediately betrayed Xiangwenshe and had the idea of ​​holding a special session in advance.

This time, Guo Qing directly told the girl that Xiang Wenshe was the practical template for her final paper, and asked her to do nothing despite her drastic efforts.

Even He Xiangdong only learned about this later, this guy with the opposite sex is inhumane.

After the show ended, Guo Qing, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan all took a bus home. He Xiangdong walked at the end. He counted the ticket money today, and it was more than 1,800, tsk, no matter how old or young it was.

Then he turned off the lights. In the darkness, He Xiangdong used his memory to pull away the table piled up with his miscellaneous items and hid the money in a small dark lattice on the side of the table against the wall. This is a temporary place to save money. Tomorrow he will go to the bank to save the money.

After leaving the door, locked the door and carefully checked it several times before He Xiangdong walked out.

As soon as he arrived on the street, he found that the little beggar had not left yet, and was still squatting at the entrance of the garden smoking the cigarette butts he picked up. I don’t know where he got so many cigarette butts.

He Xiangdong looked at him, touched him in his pocket and found that he still had money. He went to a small shop next door to buy a big chicken leg, a bottle of washing water, a piece of soap, and some other food for the beggar.

He took it over and handed it to the little beggar and said, "I'm going to give you all this, thank you for helping me see the scene."

The little beggar looked up at He Xiangdong. His face was covered with dirt and dark, with bright eyes. He reached out to take the thing over. Without saying thank you, he took out the chicken legs, tore open the wrapping paper, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them. The cigarette butt in his hand was still bright red.

What an interesting person. He Xiangdong was not in a hurry to go home. He sat down next to the little beggar and asked, "Where are you from? How long have you been to Beijing?"

The little beggar didn't answer him, just burying his head to eat chicken legs.

He Xiangdong looked at the little beggar and smiled, recalling: "When I was a kid, I was also a beggar. I beg for food on the street. If I couldn't get money, I would be beaten. Some children were not smart enough to get money. The fifth brother would cut off their hands and then ask them to beg for food, so that they could make more money."

The little beggar stopped eating, looked up at He Xiangdong in surprise, his eyes still shining.

He Xiangdong smiled, looked at the little beggar, recalled the bleak memories, and sighed slightly: "At that time, I was very scared every day, afraid that I would be interrupted one day, so I tried my best to ask for money every day, and if others didn't give it to me, they would pester him. They beat me and scold me, and I wouldn't leave because I was very scared, afraid that my hands and feet would be cut off one day."

The little beggar put down the chicken legs and looked at He Xiangdong with a look of dissatisfaction.

He Xiangdong continued to recall: "Later, I was rescued by my master, which could be considered as having escaped from the devil's cave. My master was very nice to me, teaching me to read, sing music, and teaching me to speak crosstalk, so that I can have the ability to settle down. It can be said that my master gave me today."

The little beggar smoked the cigarette butt that had reached its end and spoke. This was the first time He Xiangdong heard him speak. His voice was very nice and magnetic and had a sense of vicissitudes: "Everyone has his own life, whether bitter or sweet, it is the only way to life. No matter how unsatisfactory the past, you can say it with a smile now."

He Xiangdong was very surprised. It will not be continued.
Chapter completed!