Sun Liucheng gritted his teeth and sold the tickets. After bargaining, he finally bought two tickets for 150 yuan, but the face price of the ticket was only twenty-five.

"Damn it, how much does this bastard earn?" Sun Liu and Chengdu were almost stunned.

However, Sun Liucheng also knew that scalpers would have to pay some money to collect tickets from others, but it hurts him to buy such high-priced tickets.

It’s not that I’m reluctant to give up this hundred yuan, but the key is that I’m wronged.

Dajiang came very late, and he waited until the opening. Sun Liucheng waited for him for a long time. Dajiang had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a generous face, and didn't look particularly good at dealing with things. His face and personality really turned out to be contrary.

The two of them said hello and walked in. After entering, Sun Liucheng was very eye-opening. There were people in the theater, and many people were running towards the stage with stools. Their teahouse was in front, but now they couldn't even pass by.

Dajiang frowned and cursed, "I said I should come in early. Look, there are so many people sitting in the aisle now, how can we get in?"

Sun Liucheng almost cursed. He obviously came so late, so why did he blame him? But now he has something to ask for, so he has endured it.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze in and finally walked to their own tea seat. As the name suggests, the tea seat is a seat with tea. Twenty-five ones will be given a cup of tea with a cover bowl, and the seat will be twenty.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Dajiang shouted again to eat fruit and snacks. Sun Liucheng almost cursed out of anger, "Okay, this is the old man." Sun Liucheng pinched his nose and bought high-priced fruit snacks for Dajiang. The things sold in the teahouse were several times more expensive than outside.

Sun Liucheng felt so painful, but he still held back. For good news and deputy editor-in-chief, everything was worth it.

Dajiang peeled oranges in his hand, stuffed them into his mouth with big mouthfuls. He ate a few bites of oranges, grabbed another handful of melon seeds and started to eat them. He also gave fragrant tea to his mouth from time to time, which was so comfortable.

Sun Liu Chengya was almost broken, it was all his money.

Holding the grief, Sun Liucheng squeezed out a smile on his face and asked, "Dajiang, can you tell me where the valuable news is now?"

Dajiang took a sip of fragrant tea and said calmly: "What's the hurry? Let's listen to crosstalk first."

Sun Liucheng said: "How can I not be anxious? They have all gone out to find a way. If I can't get good news for a while, it will be all over."

Dajiang smiled contemptuously: "Why are you anxious? Can they pass by me quickly? You, just stay here to listen to crosstalk, I will tell you the news tonight."

"Okay." Sun Liucheng responded.

The crosstalk has started, and everyone in the recording team has been in place, and there are also recordings tonight. Da Peng has also come, and he is the host tonight.

Da Peng put on a suit, smiled at the stage with a microphone, bowed to the audience, and said, "Dear guests, all the audience, welcome to the Beijing Xiangwenshe crosstalk conference. I am the host of tonight."

"Da Peng." The audience shouted, a large number of people here listened to Da Peng's radio, and they were so familiar that they could not be more familiar.

Da Peng also raised his head and laughed loudly, saying in a broadcast accent: "Welcome to our Quyi Wenhui program, I am your old friend Da Peng."

Hearing a familiar voice again, the audience laughed and leaned back and forth, and cheered: "Ah..."

Da Peng was also laughing. He couldn't be so casual when broadcasting the radio, but on the stage of Xiangwenshe, he was much more casual.

He also made a spoof and regarded the hosting here as a radio: "Quyi Wenhui accompanied everyone through season after season. In the blink of an eye, it is already early summer, and even the air is filled with a little heat. Our Xiangwenshe's crosstalk has been with everyone for more than three months, and what is accompanying everyone tonight is Xiangwenshe's crosstalk."

"Ah..." The audience made disgusting voices one after another.

Sun Liucheng was a little surprised: "Is this host still a radio host?"

Dajiang nodded while eating oranges, "That's right, Xiang Wenshe has played a huge role in this person."

"Oh." Sun Liucheng didn't care either, so he nodded and passed by.

Dajiang glanced at Sun Liucheng with his afterglow, and a chuckled appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Da Peng continued on the stage: "Okay, let's enjoy our first crosstalk "Da Shang Birthday" tonight. The performer is still our Xiangwen Club headmaster He Xiangdong, and Teacher Xue Guo, everyone appreciate it."

"Okay." The audience applauded loudly.

Since Xue Guo and Guo Qing joined Xiangwen Club, the two old gentlemen Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan have been on stage less, and at most one event a day is only one. After all, both of them are young and their bodies are really unable to keep up, especially Zhang Wenhai. Recently, he has been calling for his health that he feels uncomfortable and has been reluctant to go there.

The two old men are still busy sorting out some lost folk arts at the moment. The West Chamber was sorted out by these two old men.

Fan Wenquan went to stare at He Xiangdong and some apprentices, while Mr. Zhang Wenhai was sorting out the truth. There was a joke about the truth in traditional crosstalk jokes. Mr. Zhang sorted out the joke and revised it again. He planned to make a finale song. He was busy for a while and he was unwell and refused to go to see the doctor. This old man was too stubborn.

He Xiangdong and the others were very worried about the old man's health, and the truth was almost done. After this matter was done, he would have to go to the hospital for examination.

...

Now He Xiangdong and Xue Guo are in a deal, and this is a fixed deal. Guo Qing is a little sad. He chased Xue Guo for six years, but in vain, it was a waste of effort. This is even worse than chasing Su Xiaoya back then.

He Xiangdong and Xue Guo appeared, and the audience cheered: "Okay..."

Sun Liucheng was startled by the scene in front of him, mainly because he was scared by Dajiang beside him. This old boy was so excited that he screamed more tragic than being raped by a bull.

The two stood in front of the stage and bowed to the audience. After the audience applause temporarily, He Xiangdong said: "How did I become a radio station here?"

The audience laughed.

He Xiangdong rolled up his sleeves and said viciously: "This Da Peng is here to smash the situation, come here."

As he said that, He Xiangdong was about to go over and beat someone. Xue Guo quickly grabbed him and advised: "Oh, oh, don't do it."

Da Peng laughed loudly when he was watching.

He Xiangdong's anger was not gone, but he didn't go to beat someone anymore, so he said, "I have a bad temper. How dare I come and smash the situation? I can't kill him."

Xue Guo said: "Don't just be as ignorant as he is the host of the radio."

He Xiangdong stared at him: "What's wrong with the radio host? Is it amazing? Is he earning more than me?"

Xue Guo said: "I heard that their salary is not low, and they can get 5,000 yuan a month."

He Xiangdong was stunned and asked, "Before and after taxes?"

Xue Guo said in shock: "Do you give money before going to bed?"

He Xiangdong was also a little stunned: "I don't know, usually... I will give it to you after sleeping."

He Xiangdong turned his head and shouted loudly: "Da Peng, why did you get the money?"

Da Peng was also a second person and immediately shouted loudly: "There will be a little more after sleeping."

He Xiangdong praised him: "Leader celebrity."

Xue Guo also said, "The red ones are all bloody."

He Xiangdong praised him and said, "Well, this is a strong man."

"No wonder I was bloody."

The people in the recording team almost couldn't hold back and almost couldn't continue recording.
Chapter completed!