"Believe it or not, I will die for you."

"It's all my business."

"Hey, if it weren't for you, could I go to some broken place?"

"It's all my business."

"No matter what, you have to pay me."

"How many nights do you want to stay with me?"

""

Ding Jinyang played against Xue Guo, but he lost completely.

He Xiangdong and Guo Yunchong were both laughing. The four people were sent by Hou Sanye to the Hala Station for a condolence performance. The first day they finished the performance in Ulanqab, and the next day they went out to the Hala Station.

Likewise, I went to the small station in the corner to express my condolences. Basically, they were crosstalk teams or song teams. There was no way these people were light cavalrymen in the literary and artistic circles. They could start acting when they got there.

If you send an opera team to the scene, it would be too troublesome. Just carrying various types of slaughter can make people exhausted. slaughter is a jargon of the Liyuan Shop, which is the general term for all kinds of props.

Now there are so many actors in the group, that is, song actors and crosstalk actors, and sketches are too troublesome, and there are too many stage props.

This time, Mr. Hou sent these four young crosstalk actors. He Xiangdong was versatile and capable of playing music and playing music and singing. He was able to play music and music in every minute.

In addition to He Xiangdong, there are three other products. These are the best young crosstalk actors in the group, which is enough. He doesn't even send a song actor.

In fact, when you go to the small station to perform at the corner, the condition is that it is a little hard and nothing is left. It is a hard work, but in fact, it is only this hard work that can achieve results.

If you rush to go to such a place, the leaders above will see it, and you will also be given more opportunities in the future, especially in the current environment where actors are generally afraid of hardship and fatigue. Therefore, Mr. Hou has given these four people out with great intentions.

Hara stands in Hara Village, Zhuozi County. The small station built in 1989 is a fifth-class station. Usually, passengers get on and off the bus, and then send express delivery and parcels to the post office, without even freight.

It is a real small station that allows passengers to get on and off the bus, but in fact, few people get off here. It turned out to be desolate in the 1990s, and it will be a little better in the future.

Although it is a small station, there are still employees working here. There are eight leaders and employees in this station. Anyway, He Xiangdong and the others came to see these people. The main reason is that this station is too small, these people are enough.

This team condolence performance was led by Xue Guo. He is older and older in the group, and is more stable. The task he led this team is handed over to him.

There are very few people in this station. Although it is okay, they cannot leave their posts without permission. Therefore, they have no way to watch the large-scale condolence performance in the war in the troupe. This is why there is a separate condolence team.

The leader in Hala Station is called Idribuch, a middle-aged Mongolian man. He looks like a man who eats beef and mutton all year round. He is very burly and majestic. He walks with great power. However, he does not wear Mongolian clothes or work clothes of railway workers.

The head was very straightforward, and he was wearing a hat of a railway worker. His Mandarin was quite standard. He said to Xue Guo: "Welcome to the comrades of the art troupe. I am the director of the station, and my name is Idribh."

Xue Guo shook with him, smiled and said, "Hello, Director, my name is Xue Guo, I am an actor in the group."

"This is He Xiangdong, and he is also an actor in our group." Xue Guo began to introduce.

He Xiangdong was also very smart and shook hands with Director Idribuch: "Hello, Director."

Then the director realized that there were many Han people in Inner Mongolia, and many Han people could not remember their names, but Inner Mongolians also had Han names.

Director Idribkh smiled and said, "My Han nationality is Zhao Xiaoqiang. You can call me Director Zhao and Uncle Zhao, either."

The four of them all sucked in air conditioning, and were all shocked by the name Zhao Xiaoqiang. The burly man in front of him was actually called Xiaoqiang. Oh my god, okay, these four people should have been poisoned by Stephen Chow's pirated disc.

Zhao Xiaoqiang also introduced the employees who stayed in the station to He Xiangdong and the others. He Xiangdong and the others were all young people. This time, they came here without the leader. They became familiar with each other after a few words, without any care.

Ding Jinyang also pestered a male employee named Cao Zhihua in the group and insisted that he drive a motorcycle with him for a ride. The man was almost collapsed. He is still at work and the leaders are still there.

He Xiangdong couldn't stay idle either. Just let Xue Guo talk to Director Zhao when talking about things. He walked around and watched with his hands on his back. Big cities have the characteristics of big cities, and small mountain villages have the scenery of small mountain villages.

During the years he wandered around the world, he and his master had traveled around the world. However, this is his first time in Inner Mongolia. The Great Mongolian Grassland is still very new to him.

Especially at the Hala Station, a small village is very quiet and the air is very fresh. Looking around, it is full of green grasslands, and the breeze blows on your face is particularly comfortable.

There was also a Guo Yunchong who went to find the toilet.

Xue Guo was almost speechless. These people didn't listen to him. Zhao Xiaoqiang was laughing, but he didn't mind at all.

Xue Guo smiled awkwardly and said to Zhao Xiaoqiang: "Director Zhao, why don't we talk about the condolences performance first."

Zhao Xiaoqiang had a thick voice and said boldly: "Let's not talk about it now. There are only a few people here. If you have anything to talk about, have a meal first and perform at any time."

After saying that, he rushed back and shouted a Mongolian word at the top of his voice. Xue Guo didn't understand the meaning, but was probably asking if the lunch was ready.

Because he had just finished calling, a man with a sharp knife came out from behind the house, his hands were covered in blood, he said a few words to Zhao Xiaoqiang, and then went back.

Zhao Xiaoqiang then said to Xue Guo: "Laxhen just slaughtered a sheep. Come and come with us, guests from afar."

Xue Guo was stunned and slaughtered a sheep directly. The treatment was so good. Faced with such a passionate Mongolian compatriot, he wiped his mouth in emotion.

"Let's go quickly, the kitchen needs our help." Xue Guo was very enthusiastic, and the Adam's apple moved up and down very flexibly.

"Hahaha" Zhao Xiaoqiang laughed, patted Xue Guo's shoulder, and laughed and said, "Okay, let's go."

Xue Guo's tears were almost coming out. This time she was really crying. It hurts. Zhao Xiaoqiang, Brother Xiaoqiang's hands were too heavy. He seriously doubted whether his shoulder was dislocated. To be continued.
Chapter completed!