Xue Guo's shamelessness was beyond everyone's imagination. Even He Xiangdong was a little stunned. He couldn't help but wonder if this guy was really a true character?

Xue Guo said again: "Of course we are not talking about money."

"Ah" sounded loudly.

He Xiangdong didn't care so much, so he nodded and said, "I know I know, hey, even if we have all the filial piety robes on, do we have to wear a white hat?"

This time Xue Guoyi understood: "Filial piety hat?"

He Xiangdong corrected: "It's not all over, there are many very beautiful little balls on it, a total of ten, very fashionable."

Xue Guo pressed his hands: "You wait a moment, I will calculate first. One ball is from a grandchild, two balls are from a great grandchild, three balls, four, and ten according to your calculations. I may still be swimming in the sperm bank of the descendants of the old man's descendants."

He Xiangdong raised his head and smiled: "Then you are swimming fast enough."

Xue Guoyi looked unhappy: "How can this work? Ah? She is wearing a mourning hat, how ugly it looks?"

"Hehe" He Xiangdong sneered twice and said confidently: "Twenty boxes."

The audience focused their eyes on Xue Guo's face again.

Xue Guo was stunned at that time and smashed people with twenty boxes of diamonds. He had never heard of this thing before. He reacted for a long time before wiping his mouth and said, "Of course, we are not for money."

It's this sentence again. There is a sentence in comedy that says repetition is power. When he says this, the audience will be happy.

Xue Guoyi said seriously: "I think, you said that you have worn this filial piety robe and this filial piety belt. If you don't wear the filial piety hat, it will not look good. Besides, they are all wearing mourning clothes, so we don't wear fancy clothes."

He Xiangdong smiled: "You are willing to wear it, right?"

Xue Guo said: "Of course, it should be worn."

He Xiangdong looked at him and shook his head and sighed: "You just say that, what should I do if you are going to the scene at that time and don't want to change your clothes? Good guy, so are you watching."

Xue Guo quickly stopped him and said, "Don't worry, we are all professional actors, changing into fury clothes is really nothing to us."

He Xiangdong sneered twice and said suspiciously: "It is of course simple to say this on your lips, but the facts may be, haha."

Xue Guo looked at He Xiangdong's skeptical attitude. He was afraid that the money he was about to get was gone, so he took the initiative and shouted in a hurry: "I will say this to you. If you have filial piety clothes, I will change it for you now so that I can let you see what a professional actor is."

He Xiangdong's eyes lit up and he shouted to him: "This is what you said."

Xue Guo stammered her neck and said, "That's what I said, what's going on?"

He Xiangdong shouted loudly to the back: "Come on, bring my filial piety clothes."

Xue Guo was stunned: "It really is."

Martin ran up in the background with a mourning uniform, which was also taken from the crew.

When he came on stage, the audience immediately got ready, applause and cheering. Not only because Martin is an acquaintance they knew, but also because they had never seen anyone change their mourning clothes on the stage.

I always see it on TV, but it's not real. Now it's face to face. These people have never seen any crosstalk actor wearing mourning clothes in public, so they all got excited.

The atmosphere was so good. Martin's mouth was grinning behind his ears. He felt like he was floating down the stage, as if he was stepping on cotton. His eyes turned golden, and his mind was filled with scenes of guests coming like clouds in the future.

"Come on, change it." He Xiangdong handed the filial piety clothes to Xue Guo.

Xue Guo was stupid, looked at He Xiangdong, and then looked at the audience, and couldn't speak for a long time.

The audience kept making excitement and asked Xue Guo to change it quickly. The group of people were so excited.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Xue Guo gritted her teeth and stomped her feet and said, "I'll let you see what the professional level of a professional actor is today."

"Okay." He Xiangdong took the lead and shouted "Okay."

"Okay" audiences also began to applaud.

Then with the help of He Xiangdong, Xue Guo put on all the filial piety clothes, filial hats, filial robes, and filial belts. These things were all complete.

"Okay" the audience gave it again.

Xue Guo stroked her clothes and said proudly: "How do you think?"

He Xiangdong sincerely gave a thumbs up and said, "It's so good, I'm really a professional actor."

Xue Guo raised her head and smiled confidently: "Of course, we are professional."

He Xiangdong said again: "Since you have put on this filial hat, do you have to take something on your hand?"

Xue Guo said in confusion: "On hand?"

He Xiangdong said: "Yes, it's just a little stick in your hand, which is probably a little longer than your arm. There is a particularly beautiful white cloth strip floating on it."

Xue Guo's eyes widened: "Does the cloth strip still say Western guidance?"

He Xiangdong said happily: "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Xue Guo opened her mouth and angrily said, "That's called Xiaobanger? That's called a banner. This is a son who makes a banner for others. Oh, I'm going to travel far away to the United States to be a son. I'm still shameless. You ask me to be a son for others? How do I face my family? How do I still live in Beijing? How can I gain a foothold in the crosstalk world in the future?"

He Xiangdong quickly comforted him, "No, no, I won't let you beat banners in vain, there are diamonds and gold, all of them."

To be a son, he touched Xue Guo's reverse scale. He took off his mourning clothes and cursed: "I don't want it, I don't want anything, it's useless for you to give a mountain of gold."

He Xiangdong had a headache: "No, the old man has a large factory in the United States."

Xue Guo stammered with her neck and scolded: "I don't know how to do business."

He Xiangdong said again: "No, no, there is still an airport with hundreds of private jets inside."

Xue Guo threw her clothes angrily on the ground and cursed: "I can't open them."

"Oh." He Xiangdongyi slapped his mind. This matter was difficult to deal with. He turned to the side and said to the audience with a headache: "It's not easy to deal with now. No one is going to hit the banner. The old man's industries are still trivial matters. The key is that the old man has more than 200 beautiful little maids. This matter is a matter."

When he heard that there were two hundred little maids, Xue Guoyi, who was already angry, was stunned and turned around and looked at He Xiangdong in a daze, and was about to come down.

He Xiangdong was leaning against his body, and could not see Xue Guo's expression. He was still saying to himself: "My aunt said that as long as someone is willing to shoot a banner, he will not only give him the old man's home business, but also give him more than 200 beautiful girls. These are all great beauties selected from the world. Oh, it's not okay to be beautiful, but no one is going to shoot a banner now."

He Xiangdong said while Xue Guoyi was looking for the mourning clothes he threw on the ground in front of him, and the audience was almost laughing crazy.

"Hey" Xue Guo patted He Xiangdong's shoulder.

He Xiangdong turned around and jumped in fear. Xue Guo didn't know when she actually put on the filial piety clothes again.

Xue Guo was still smiling with a shy smile.

The audience was twitching with laughter.

He Xiangdong was surprised: "Wow, what do you mean?"

Xue Guo raised her head and said righteously: "If you are a son to others, no one has any experience in me." To be continued.
Chapter completed!