Fu Sheng also looked at He Xiangdong, and the two looked at each other.

Fu Sheng flicked his clothes on his body, stood up, stood up straight, looked straight at He Xiangdong, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. He."

He Xiangdong proved himself to Fu Sheng with his strong strength and won the respect of his opponents.

He Xiangdong smiled, he couldn't help laughing. Fu Sheng's strength is comparable to that of a famous crosstalk artist of the yi generation. Now he can actually make friends with his peers. This is really an honor.

He Xiangdong also clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Sheng put down his hand, looked at He Xiangdong deeply, sighed and said, "Oh, it's so terrifying to the younger generation."

He Xiangdong smiled reservedly: "You are polite. I am still young and have little experience. I still need to learn more from you."

Fu Sheng walked out of the table, walked to He Xiangdong, took out a business card from his arms, and handed it to He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong did not dare to neglect, so he quickly stretched out his hands to take it respectfully, and slapped his eyes. The name of Yi's performing arts company was written on it, and Fu Sheng's position was the company's consultant, and the company address was in Nanjing.

He Xiangdong was slightly surprised and said, "Are you working in the company?"

Fu Sheng smiled and said, "It was just a few of us friends who started a business. There were only a few people in a very small company. We only found the consultant chairman for the sake of a good business card."

He Xiangdong asked again: "Is it a crosstalk performance company?"

Fu Sheng replied: "There are all, mainly for folk art, comedy, sketches, and dramas. When you come to Nanjing, I will take you to have a good look."

"Yiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi." He Xiangdong agreed very happily, and he was also curious about Fu Sheng's company. It involves so many types, and I'm afraid this scale is not small.

Xue Guo was watching the two chatting before, but he didn't bother him. Now that he saw that the two were almost chatting, he couldn't help it and asked, "Mr. Fu, has this Dongzi passed the test?"

Fu Sheng turned his head and looked at him, laughing a few times: "Hahaha, of course I have passed it. I have never heard of crosstalk at such an age. How old are you this year?"

He Xiangdong replied: "23."

Although he was prepared, He Xiangdong's age still made him breathe. 23, other crosstalk artists have just started their careers and are still not aware of anything.

The person in front of me is very good. At the age of 23, he has passed the maturity of his studies. His strength is almost comparable to that of a famous yi master who is in his decades.

Fu Sheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Young people are so young, so young people are so young. I also came here by my predecessors. I thought it was a hard work, but I didn't expect to meet a crosstalk genius like you. You are definitely the best among the young people."

He Xiangdong quickly said modestly: "You are polite, you are too polite, I dare not be the leader."

Fu Sheng did not argue with He Xiangdong for much, and stepped forward and patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "I'm leaving, I'm going back to Nanjing, you have to remember to come to find me."

"Yi Ding." He Xiangdong agreed seriously.

"Okay, okay, okay." Fu Sheng turned around and shouted to the second floor, "Senior, Fu Sheng said goodbye."

After saying that, he didn't stop, and turned around and left with a smile. His cheerful voice circled in the room for a long time: "Okay, okay, good boy, hahahahaha."

Watching Fu Sheng leave and taking a few deep glances, He Xiangdong then looked upstairs. At this time, Mr. Chen also went downstairs.

Mr. Chen walked slowly to He Xiangdong, smiled at him, and said, "Congratulations."

He Xiangdongdao: "Thank you."

Mr. Chen laughed again, and didn't say much. He took out a magnetic tape from his arms and said, "What you want is here."

Xue Guo stared at the tape, her eyes shining. The Jiutou Case, the Jiutou Case of the full version, the Jiutou Case of the crosstalk world, which has been longed for for many years, is finally about to get it.

He Xiangdong was also very excited, and even his breathing was fluctuating. The Jiutou case was also a heart disease of his master.

Almost trembling, He Xiangdong reached out his hands and carefully took the tape, then pressed his body tightly and dared not let go.

Seeing He Xiangdong's reaction, Mr. Chen also felt a little funny: "You can listen to the tape this time repeatedly. The old man has recorded it, including how to use the work, where the strength is, where the trick is, and what skills are. He has said it very clearly. I believe that with your current strength, you should be able to learn it."

He Xiangdong nodded seriously. People took apart the tips and tricks and told them to themselves. If they still couldn't learn this, then they would have learned crosstalk for so many years.

He Xiangdong put away the tape and he told Chen Qi justice: "Can I go and see the old senior?"

Chen Qigong smiled and said, "I want you to pay my respects, but do you still have time?"

Hearing this, Xue Guo looked at her watch and screamed: "I've been killed, it's too late. We're a train at two o'clock."

He Xiangdong quickly said, "Then can I meet the old man?"

Chen Qi said justice: "There is no need to be a child. When you return to Beijing after the performance, the old man will naturally go to find you."

He Xiangdong asked again: "Dare you ask about the old man's name?"

Chen Qi is righteous: "Wang Miwei."

He Xiangdong passed by every detail in his mind, but had no impression. He could only sigh silently and said that there were so many strange people among the people.

Xue Guo was also a little anxious and urged: "Since that's the case, let's go first, it's too late."

He Xiangdong sighed deeply, looked at Chen Qigong and asked, "Can I know who the person who recommended me to Mr. Xiang?"

Mr. Chen laughed: "You are so persistent. That person is your old acquaintance, but he doesn't want to tell you who he is?"

He Xiangdong gritted his teeth, a little discouraged and annoyed: "Do you want it to be so mysterious?"

Mr. Chen was just laughing and looked at his watch: "It's half past yi, it's really too late if you don't leave."

Xue Guo pulled He Xiangdong down and urged: "It's really too late. There will be a performance tomorrow. We can't get scolded."

He Xiangdong knew that he would not get the answer at all. He refused to say it, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and followed Xue Guo out with a little unwillingness.

At the door, the shopkeeper of the teahouse had already applauded them for a taxi, but the man was considerate. The two of them quickly got on the bus and rushed to the train station.

After getting in the car, He Xiangdong looked back a little unwillingly. When he turned around, he saw a window on the second floor of the teahouse. An old man with gray beard was standing at the door. Although he was old, he was full of energy and his eyes were very bright.

"Is this person the old Mr. Wang Miwei?" He Xiangdong speculated in his heart.

The old man naturally saw He Xiangdong looking at him. He smiled at He Xiangdong, nodded with a satisfied smile.

"It's him." He Xiangdong was sure in his heart. Although he was in the car, he still bowed to the old man with his fist.

Looking at the big glass behind the taxi, the old man saw He Xiangdong's salute, and his smile even more.

He Xiangdong put down his hand to salute, and the taxi started at this time. It was also at this moment that there was a sloppy figure in the window.

"How could it be him?" He Xiangdong's heart was shocked. It will not be continued.
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