He Xiangdong's face turned pale at that time, and his mind was about to stop thinking. He only had an idea in his mind, and that was everything was over. Speak up

When Fang Wenqi said this, Zhang Yushu couldn't calm down anymore. He stood up with a "rubbing" sound, opened his mouth wide, and looked at Wang Miwei in extreme surprise, and he was also confused.

The name of King Jingjie is really too big, especially for old artists like Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu who have experienced the art circles in the old society, King Jingjie is the most famous big corner of that era.

There are two kings of Jingjie, the old man Wang Jiekui from the Storytelling Sect. Later, after liberation, the old man also joined the national troupe. However, the king of Jingjie in front of him was unwilling to serve the country at all, and no one would persuade him. Later, this man disappeared from the art world, escaped into the vast world, and disappeared.

Artists were the lowest-ranking industry in the old society, and they were the most despised. There were no good people who were willing to let their children learn the art. So after the founding of New China, artists could turn over and even become officials and eat imperial food. These artists were so happy that they were all rushing to join the national troupe.

But Wang Miwei did the opposite and disappeared inexplicably. At that time, many people in the art world couldn't figure out what he thought, and many people were speculating on Wang Miwei's mentality. They all said that this person was too arrogant and became more and more evil later on, which also gave Wang Miwei a layer of legendary color.

As time goes by, decades have passed, and no one in the art world knows that there is another Jingjie King named Wang Yuanfeng. Even the old artists who came from the old society have almost forgotten this person.

In the old society, in terms of fame, Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu were not as good as Wang Miwei when tied to each other. He was a truly famous big horn.

In fact, Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu had met Wang Miwei at the beginning, but they had no relationship. After all, they were not from a rank.

After so many years, everyone is old and they can't recognize their appearance. They didn't expect that the famous Jingjie King was swaying under their noses. They thought that this was just a very ordinary old artist. Who would have thought that this person was such a big background?

Wang Miwei sighed slightly, took the jade from Xiaofeng, who had been scared, and looked carefully. Fortunately, it was not bumped into it.

This piece of jade is square, made of like a wake-up wood mold, with the three words "Jingjie King" on it. This is also an old object, passed down from the Republic of China.

Wang Miwei was talking about books in a bookstore and teahouse in Beijing. There were many viewers who liked him. Later, when he was about to leave Beijing and go to Tianjin, the audience in Beijing were reluctant to let him go. After discussion, they decided to raise funds to give Wang Miwei a piece of jade.

What he is holding in his hand is what the audience raised for him to do. This was also a legend in the art world at that time. The social status of artists in those days was too low, and even the audience looked down on them.

Big Jiaoer will be treated better, and there are also many rich people who enjoy the show, similar to the rewards nowadays, but they are all things for rich people. After the rich people enjoy the show, they sometimes bring the artists to their homes, especially female artists.

But Wang Miwei was not like that. There were no rich people who went to listen to his books. He was talking about books on Tianqiao, and the working people who went to listen to books on the other side were all working. Today he carried two yuan and left the money for today's meals. He took the rest, took a shower and changed his clothes and went to Tianqiao to listen to fun, listen to crosstalk and drums and storytelling, and these are all the main things that just care about today and tomorrow.

How many artists in Tianqiao lived in the past, most of them lived by relying on these hard-working people. Rich people were not willing to watch your fun.

This piece of jade is what the hard-working public gives you two cents, I’ll give you five cents, and he gives you 10 cents. This is how he raises up the money for the jade and then goes to the jade shop to find someone to carve it.

So the weight of this jade is too heavy. It can be said that it is heavier than any lifelong achievement award. The lifelong achievement award is peer reviewed, but this jade is a gift made by the hard-working public from their own meals and gave it to the artists they like.

No one in the art world was treated like this. Of course, there are many people who have left their homes and businesses to chase stars, but can the background at that time be the same as it is now?

So after so many years, Wang Miweiyi took this piece of jade on his body. This is the best affirmation of his art and the best way to commemorate the audience. This gift is more expensive than anything else.

He originally had a special small box to hold this piece of jade, and he often held it in his hands to play with it. Now the patina of this piece of jade looks very good. Today, he took it out in the room and looked at it for a while. He Xiangdong pushed the door and came in to find him. He didn't want He Xiangdong to see this thing, so he stuffed it directly into his pocket. He wanted to take it out when he went to bed at night, but who would have thought it would be so beautiful now

Wang Miwei sighed slightly, carefully put the jade away, and placed it in the bag on the inside of the clothes, the bag close to the heart.

Fang Wenqi couldn't calm down anymore. He recognized Wang Miwei when he saw the words on the jade. He quickly stood up and walked to Wang Miwei in small steps, and asked carefully: "Are you Mr. Wang Yuanfeng?"

Even Fang Wenqi is so old that he is all in his eighties, and now knowing Wang Miwei's origin, he still feels stressed and his heartbeats pounding, just like his first visit to the house.

"Oh," Wang Miwei sighed softly and nodded slightly.

After the confirmation was made, Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu both gasped. It was really this master. There has been no news about this person for many years. This time, he really saw the legend of living.

Xiaofeng's child was frightened and stood there at a loss. He only knew that he seemed to have asked for a red envelope. This group of people suddenly became like this. Did he get a red envelope by himself? No, it's not such a serious crime to get a red envelope?

Zhang Shubai was also stupid. He didn't know that Wang Miwei was the man. He was not born yet when Wang Miwei was bullying the world. After he was born, the legend of Wang Miwei would have long disappeared in the world.

He had just heard the three words of King Jingjie. The first one that popped up in his mind was Mr. Wang Jiekui, but the old man had passed away for decades. Who is the one in front of him?

It seems to be of a big background.

"Oh." Zhang Yushuyi slapped his thigh and shouted at Wang Miwei in surprise: "It turns out it's Mr. Yuanfeng. Oh, why are you still hiding it from us? We have neglected you during this period. Oh, this is true."

Wang Miwei smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Zhang Yushu continued to excitedly say: "You are clearly a storyteller, why do you still say you are a crosstalk? Why are you still visiting privately? You still hide it from us. Hi, you see, this is a mess."

Fang Wenqi shook his head: "No, Mr. Wang is just talking about crosstalk, he is not from Storytelling."

"Ah?" Zhang Yushu was stunned.

After saying that, Fang Wenqi's eyes were faint and turned his head to stare at He Xiangdong's pale face.

He Xiangdong raised his eyes and looked at his master, breathing heavily. To be continued.
Chapter completed!