"Hahahaha" Old Master Bai Kuoshan laughed with the big envelope in his hand.

Teacher Gu and Du Yuefeng were both a little confused and didn't understand why the old man suddenly laughed so hard.

"Uncle Master." Teacher Gu called out curiously, walked to Bai Kuoshan, and looked at it. The old man was holding an envelope in his left hand and a red invitation in his right hand.

Teacher Gu was even more puzzled. He was so happy to see the invitation. Who got married? The old man’s grandson? No, that child is still in college.

After Mr. Bai Kuoshan finished laughing, he looked at Teacher Gu beside him, stuffed the invitation in his hand into his hand, and laughed loudly: "Come on, take a look, haha."

Teacher Gu was also a little funny. Uncle Bai was so calm. Why was he so uneasy today? He took the invitation and joked: "Uncle Master, could it be that your Fengfeng found you a granddaughter-in-law in college, otherwise why would you be so happy?"

"Go." Bai Kuoshan shouted loudly.

Teacher Gu didn't care, and the smile on his face remained the same. He opened the envelope and looked at it. His smile instantly frozen on his face. His eyes became wider and wider, and his mouth opened in surprise.

Du Yuefeng was still a young man after all. Seeing that both of them were acting like this, he couldn't help it. He immediately stood up and walked to his master to see him. He was also stunned.

This is an invitation, and the content written on it is very simple.

When I looked up, I naturally saw the name of Mr. Bai Kuoshan. Then the main text wrote a sentence, "It is scheduled to be 9 o'clock on April 1999. It is the time for the young disciple He Zengdong to enter the east to enter the Zhi period. I waited for tea and invited the Taiwanese to come. Zhang Kuo was like taking the young disciple He Zengdong to worship together." The following is the hotel of Hua Zhi.

These three people are all from the storytelling industry, and they can tell the meaning of this invitation at your glance. This is what He Xiangdong learned from his master.

In traditional artists, there are two times when they are apprenticing, which is called the entry-level knowledge. Just a few simple banquets, and invite seniors to witness it.

The second time is that the apprentice is a master of art and needs to hold a thank-you banquet. Storyteller calls this thank-you banquet a knowledgeable storyteller, which requires a great ceremony. The master has to invite his colleagues to witness it, and he will also beg his colleagues to take care of him when his disciples are in the world.

To put on the table, the simplest thing is to put on a banquet so that everyone in the walk knows that there is this person who knows that there is this thing. This is called putting on the table.

Du Yuefeng's eyes became wider and wider, and he couldn't believe it, and exclaimed in dismay: "He hasn't even left the army yet!"

Of course, the invitations will not be only Bai Kuoshan people. In fact, those powerful figures in the storytelling industry have received invitations, including Teacher Gu. The invitations should have been delivered to his house through the post office, but he just doesn't know them yet.

There are rules for sending invitations, which involves personal status. If you send invitations to people who are better than you, you usually have to come to visit with gifts; if you want to friends of the same generation, you can just mail them or call them in advance.

He Xiangdong's journey to the school was all mailed. The reason was very simple. With Zhang Kuoru's status in the Storytelling Sect, he was fully qualified to do so, and no one could tell.

In just two days, the storytelling industry has caused another wave. Originally, the incident of He Xiangdong was at most a small wave, and Zhang Kuoru's invitation can be said to be a storm.

Zhang Kuoru, the big horn that resounded through the past, was called a golden mouth and silver tongue in art, and was called a tiger down the mountain by his peers in his status. He was trained by the seniors in the industry as the ninth generation leader of the storytelling yi sect.

Unfortunately, he, the sect leader, encountered turmoil just a few years ago, and a large number of artists were persecuted. These traditional arts were beaten up as feudal dregs.

Zhang Kuoru, the ninth generation leader of the Storytelling Sect, has disappeared. He has been unaware of his life and death for decades. Too many people in the industry think he is dead, but who knows that he is coming out again now.

How can this not shock people?

There are many young people in the Storytelling Yi Sect who don’t know that Zhang Kuo is like this, but their masters and elders know that it’s not long after, they all know the story of Zhang Kuoru, and the little guys were shocked.

The famous storytellers who had denied He Xiangdong immediately sat down. They didn't expect that He Xiangdong, who was Haiqing, was so handsome. In terms of seniority, they all had to talk about He Xiangdong's brothers. The apprentices who participated in the Peony Awards and even called He Xiangdong the Uncle Voice when they saw He Xiangdong. Including Du Yuefeng, He Xiangdong was of the same generation as Teacher Gu.

All of them were stunned.

"Golden mouth and silver tongue, no wonder, no wonder, no wonder that young man is so powerful that he is his apprentice." The famous storyteller actor Huang Shuzhang sighed. He was the one who jumped out to oppose He Xiangdong's entry into the finals.

"Master, is this Zhang Zhang Kuoru his apprentice very powerful?" Huang Shuzhang's apprentice asked, and he also participated in the storytelling re-examination. The guys who jumped out to oppose He Xiangdong's entry into the finals were all because their children also participated in the competition. They were selfish.

Huang Shu Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly. He recalled that he and Zhang Kuoru's eldest and second disciples were about the same age as Zhang Kuoru's eldest and second disciples. At that time, everyone had been working hard for almost the same time.

Although Huang Shuzhang is still a little famous now, he looked up to Zhang Kuoru's two apprentices at the beginning and did not even dare to show off his grandeur.

His apprentice became a popular student, and he was particularly popular. He was the top figure among the young generation. At that time, he was no longer inferior to many older seniors. However, the books he said were not sold at that time, and he was unable to sell them at all. He relied on receiving state wages to make a living.

Zhang Kuoru only accepted two apprentices, and they were both famous figures at that time and were called the Three Masters of Yijia in the Storytelling World.

He Huang Shuzhang didn't even dare to speak loudly when he saw them.

It’s a pity that later, Zhang Kuoru’s two apprentices died young, and Zhang Kuoru himself was also missing. The Storyteller Sect thought that the three heroes of the sect had completely died.

Who knew that after many years, He Xiangdong actually appeared out of nowhere. He Xiangdong was stronger than his two senior brothers. He was only in his early twenties, so he was completely the style of a famous genius.

Zhang Kuoru is going to come out again, how can this not be alarming?

The atmosphere in Huang Shuzhang's living room was a bit dull. The people sitting here were the big names who jumped out to curse the streets, and of course they also had their apprentices who participated in the competition, and that long-faced brother Ma was also here.

Brother Ma is not as arrogant as before. Now he is like a rooster who has been defeated.

Brother Ma saw that his elders were smoking cigarettes and not talking, and he didn't dare to take He Xiangdong off the horse anymore. He was so handsome, how could he dare? He would call him uncle when he saw him.

What he is most worried about now is whether he will be retaliated by the other party. The other person is not a vegetarian, and his little arms and legs cannot stand this.

"That, that, master, they won't come to take revenge on us, right?" Brother Ma hesitated for a while, and still stuttered.

Hearing this, Huang Shuzhang's hand holding the cigarette suddenly shook, and the ashes fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!