He Xiangdong accompanied Tian Jiani to have another supper with a little burping smile. In fact, many times men are too fat to blame themselves. A person like He Xiangdong has encountered force majeure?

He wanted to resist, but the suppression of this thing was too terrible. He didn't dare to test the law with his own body, so this is the real force majeure. Well, there is nothing wrong with this explanation.

After the second supper, He Xiangdong accompanied Tian Jiani for a walk on the street. In fact, He Xiangdong was so tired that he had run so long in front of him that he really couldn't walk anymore.

But it wouldn't work if he didn't leave. His stomach was almost cracking. He had eaten a lot of the meal just now. Tian Jiani was picking up food for him. He didn't even dare to say that he had a bad appetite. As long as he opened his mouth, Tian Jiani's eyes immediately glared.

He Xiangdong swallowed the tears and rice. Now, he is almost dying of a suffocation. He feels that his belly is about to be broken. I remember that the last time I ate so much was seven years ago.

It was in Jiangxi at that time. He and his master used up all their money, and they were not allowed to perform in the city. The two of them didn't even have money to take a bus to the countryside, so they could only walk over and didn't have a meal for two days.

Later, I met a family with a full moon banquet. The father and the other party went to a showroom for others, and then they got a full meal. He Xiangdong still remembers how much he had eaten that day. Although he had been thrusting for several days later, he still couldn't forget the bitter happiness at that time.

Although life is not very easy now, it is much better than that time. After all, I can eat enough, right?

The two of them were walking slowly on the road, with a smile on their faces, and said, "Do you dare to be late in the future?"

He Xiangdong shook his head and said calmly: "Of course I don't dare."

Tian Jiani looked at him and asked again: "Do you hold on?"

He Xiangdong was also laughing, raised his head slightly, and said, "It's OK."

Tian Jiani rolled her eyes, patted He Xiangdong's high bulging belly, and chuckled, "Look at your virtue."

He Xiangdong raised his head proudly.

In the evening, He Xiangdong returned to Zhang Kuo Home, while Tian Jiani returned to his own home. They had not visited Tian’s house until now. He Xiangdong has returned to Beijing now. He thinks it would be better to find a suitable time to go there, otherwise it would be a bit unreasonable.

The next day, He Xiangdong went to Xiangwen Club to perform again. The art troupe gave him a week off. He didn't have much time to rest. He had to perform every day and was very busy.

The number of customers in Xiangwenshe is currently quite stable, with about a hundred people. If you are better, you can get 200. After paying for rent, water, electricity and other expenses, the income of these actors is quite good.

Of course, He Xiangdong's goal is not only that. He is not satisfied with the status quo, but now it is difficult to quickly increase the popularity of Xiangwen Club and increase the number of audiences. Su Xiaoya has also thought of many ways before, but unfortunately all of them have achieved little success.

The only thing you can do at present is to bring out a horn. As long as the horn is big enough, it will naturally attract more audiences.

This is also the fundamental reason why He Xiangdong is willing to follow the art troupe to conduct a Western Front Art Festival for several months.

Now that the show is over, he is waiting for the opportunity he deserves.

The afternoon performance was normal, and He Xiangdong was very popular. He didn't perform last night, but Zhang Wenhai and others told the audience that He Xiangdong was back and told them that He Xiangdong would perform tomorrow.

The audience was also very supportive, and a lot of people came today. It’s been 15th, and it’s still on weekdays. If it were a weekend, I would probably have a little more.

After the show ended, He Xiangdong took off his gown and gave Chen Jun money to buy food. He rested in the backstage himself. Before he could sit for a while, visitors came.

"Xiao Dongzi, someone is looking for you outside." Zhang Wenhai entered the door and said to He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong was hanging up his off-coat when he heard this, he turned around and said in surprise: "Look for me? Who?"

Zhang Wenhai also performed three shows in the afternoon. He was so tired that he lay on the recliner and said casually: "How could I know how to go? I just said that he was here to find you. Just outside, you can go out and have a look."

"Old man?" He Xiangdong was stunned at first, then his heartbeat suddenly jumped and shot. In an instant, He Xiangdong felt his scalp numb: "Is it him?"

He Xiangdong didn't dare to delay any more, so he ran out immediately and ran straight to the gate of Xiangwen Club. Only then did he finally see the old man.

The old man carried his hands and his beards all white, but he was very energetic and rosy in his face. He was looking up at the sign of Xiangwenshe with interest, as if every piece of the sign was a historical mark worth studying.

He Xiangdong looked at the old man, his pupils shrank slightly. Although he only looked at the old man last time and looked through the rear windshield in the back seat of the taxi, he still recognized him.

This old man is Wang Miwei, the old man who recorded the audio for him, the one who controls the entire Jiutou case, and a figure at the level of a stand-up comedy master.

Wang Miwei seemed to feel someone looking at him next to him, so he turned his head slightly toward He Xiangdong, his eyes were tepid, and he felt a sense of vicissitudes of the world. He put down his hands, smiled slightly at He Xiangdong, and nodded.

Even though He Xiangdong, who had been in the martial arts world for more than ten years, his heart was beating quickly. He couldn't help but be excited. Just from the recording he had given himself, He Xiangdong dared to assert that this old man was definitely the first person in stand-up comedy.

He also knew very well the purpose of the old man coming to Beijing, which was to pass on the full version of Jiutou Case to himself, the full version that the crosstalk world was extremely eager to look forward to.

He Xiangdong forced himself to suppress his inner excitement and slowly walked to Mr. Wang Miwei. When he got closer, he realized that the old man was quite tall, half a head taller than himself. Moreover, the old man had a scent that made people smell very comfortable, which he couldn't tell, but he liked it very much.

"Mr. Wang, boy He Xiangdong said hello to you." He Xiangdong followed the rules of the world, bowed with his fists and bowed.

Mr. Wang Miwei looked at He Xiangdong with kind eyes. The more he looked, the more he liked him. His face was always smiling, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "He Xiangdong's apprentice with golden mouth and silver tongue?"

He Xiangdong was stunned, a little puzzled, but he still responded: "Yes."

Wang Miwei smiled and nodded, and asked again: "Who is the master of the crosstalk sect?" To be continued.
Chapter completed!