He Xiangdong walked over and asked in confusion: "Two, what's wrong?"

Zhang Wenhai was stinky and refused to say anything.

Fan Wenquan smiled bitterly and sighed: "Oh, we two old men have been heartbroken this time."

He Xiangdong asked again: "What's wrong?"

Fan Wenquan sighed again: "The people we invited were not willing to come. They all said that they had something to do, or they said that they didn't want to live anymore after retirement. Oh, it's a waste of effort."

He Xiangdong was really shocked. He thought that his garden was in a good condition now, and it was impossible for him to be nothing if he wanted. He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Master, are we less money? People don't want to come."

Hearing this, Zhang Wenhai swears: "No, I'm not bad, I'm not too little for 4o, I'm eighty yuan for two games every day, I'm still packing food and reimbursing the car fare. There's less, and I'm a retired old man, these are very high, okay?"

"Then why are they unwilling to come?" He Xiangdong was still puzzled.

"Don't come?" Zhang Wenhai still angrily: "Don't we think our temple is small and we don't want to lose face of their artists for such a few dollars."

Fan Wenquan shook his head helplessly.

Although the situation of Xiangwenshe is a little better now, it is indeed a small temple. First of all, it is a pure non-governmental organization. Although it is already in the 1990s, in the eyes of most Chinese people, a public office that costs 300 yuan or 1 month is definitely more awesome, tough and socially stature than a private enterprise that costs 300 yuan or 1 month.

In fact, it was not only in the 1990s, even in the 20th century, this idea was still very marketable. The older generation hoped that their children would sharpen their heads and squeeze into public offices, and from then on, they would have no worries about food and clothing, and live a decent life even though they were not rich but had a decent life.

Alas, this kind of thinking cannot be said to be who is right or wrong, just respect your own wishes.

Secondly, Xiang Wenshe now has three actors, two old and young, and a broken-up team. Some people believe it because of the bag company. There are only a few audiences every day, so it’s no wonder they don’t want to join in the fun.

People must be unable to let go of their small dilapidated temple.

He Xiangdong sighed helplessly and said, "Oh, our temple is small and we can't accommodate those great gods."

Fan Wenquan smiled, took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started to suck the clouds and spit out mist. The white smoke covered his melancholy face. After a while, he said, "It's not that there is no one. I have a good friend named Chen Yifang. I am retired and at home now. He is very good at speaking and can speak stand-ups. But he didn't say he wanted to join us, so he said he would help the game first."

He Xiangdong nodded and said with a smile: "I am already satisfied if I am willing to come and help."

Fan Wenquan smoked, looked at He Xiangdong, nodded with relief, then turned to look at Zhang Wenhai who was sulking beside him, and smiled, saying, "But Lao Zhang was a little miserable. He didn't even call him, alas, popularity."

After hearing this, Zhang Wenhai was furious: "You fart, what popularity is? This is human nature. They have poor human nature. Do you blame me?"

Fan Wenquan hurriedly agreed, "Oh, oh, it turns out it's human nature."

Zhang Wenhai said: "Nonsense, it's inhumane. At that time, I still had money. They asked me to treat me to dinner every day. When did I vaguely? At that time, I said that I needed help and asked me to speak as much as possible. I finally spoke twice, but I didn't agree. It's only a few years since then?"

Fan Wenquan said: "It's been many years."

Zhang Wenhai opened his mouth and angrily said, "Get out, get away."

He Xiangdong was also laughing. The two old men's biggest hobby in their lives was to bicker. You stab me a few times and I scold you a few times, but it's not over. As long as they meet, they will definitely quarrel.

He smiled and then curled his smile and said to the two old gentlemen: "Actually, it's not their fault. It's because our temple is small, so it's normal for them to come."

After hearing this, Zhang Wenhai's face was still very ugly, but he did not refute it. After all, this is the fact. Fan Wenquan was just smoking a cigarette, silently.

He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Wenhai, then turned his head to look at Fan Wenquan, and then said seriously: "It's right that our temple is small, but our garden has only been open for a long time. It's not a year since we were all there. What happened to us last year? There were only two audiences in the day. We all took the express ban to the door to recruit people."

"I can't even make the food we had for dinner every day, and I'm pouring money into it every month. But look at how good it is now. The gross profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan per month is 20,000 yuan. In addition to various expenses, I can still make more than 10,000 yuan per month. How long has it been since."

"Mr. Zhang." He Xiangdong shouted at him, stared in his eyes, and sweared: "You don't have to be discouraged. They don't want to come and go with them. Now they are willing to come to Xiangwenshe to help us, and they have the final say whether they want to. But I believe that our Xiangwenshe will always be famous one day. Then they will beg us to perform. Then they will not have the final say. Then you have to nod. The road is still long, and who can't say it or not."

Zhang Wenhai's face looked much better and said angrily: "Yes, who has the final say yet? Let's wait and see, grandson, when you beg me."

But Fan Wenquan suddenly said again: "That won't change the fact that you have a bad popularity."

"I'll fight with you." Zhang Wenhai roared and rushed forward.

In the afternoon, Chen Yifang came over. This was the first time He Xiangdong saw this old man. He was in his sixties, but he was very energetic and his legs were very strong. He said he had been practicing for decades. Now he was as strong as a young man, and there was no white on his head.

Chen Yifang dressed very casually, a thin and short little old man was wearing a cotton sweatshirt, big shorts underneath, pair of plastic slippers, and shaking a folding fan in his hand, and then came over.

When we met, we first called Yitong to greet him. He knew Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, and said hello casually. Seeing He Xiangdong's eyes lit up, he smiled and said, "Oh, isn't this the headmaster of our Xiangwen Club?"

He Xiangdong also smiled and said, "I dare not say that. You are a senior. I am just a junior. I still want to ask you more questions."

Chen Yifang smiled gently. He was quite satisfied with He Xiangdong's attitude and said with a smile: "It's great, it's a good guy. When can I come to live? I've only been retired for two months. If I don't say a few months, I'm not feeling tired."

He Xiangdong quickly said, "It's OK at any time."

Chen Yifang said: "Okay, I'll come tomorrow. I'm always working. Who will measure my life?"

He Xiangdong looked at the two old men, thought for a while, and said, "Yes, I'll measure your life."

"You?" Chen Yifang was a little surprised: "I heard from Lao Fan that you are funny?"

He Xiangdong replied with a smile: "I have learned all the funny guys and supporting guys, and I can come. If you don't dislike me as a junior, I will measure your life for you."

"Okay, I have no problem." Chen Yifang agreed readily.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan also looked at He Xiangdong in surprise. Since the establishment of Xiangwen Club, He Xiangdong has always been funny. It is the first time to measure life for others. To be continued.
Chapter completed!