After saying that, the child Wu Jiabao's condition became even more relaxed, and he could not see any nervousness in his expression. He also showed a sweet smile: "I am young, only nine years old after the New Year, and I don't have a formal master. I often tell stories to everyone in school, but my level is only enough to fool the classmates and teachers in our class. I still have to be afraid in front of you."

He Xiangdong smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Wu Jiabao continued: "I guess I may not be able to give a good performance, so I won't ask you for money this time. Just think it's free to listen. If I don't say it well later, you will applaud and encourage me. Of course, if you think I'm saying it well, then applaud."

Wu Jiabao laughed: "Hey, no matter what, you just applaud. I will listen to it as a compliment anyway."

"Haha..." He Xiangdong laughed out loud and gave applause.

The other people in the room also applauded quickly.

Wu Jiabao was so happy at that time, and he said, "Praise more."

After the applause stopped, Wu Jiabao also restrained the smile on his face. He said, "We are going to tell a new story today. When was this story born? It was in the Qing Dynasty and the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty..."

He is talking about "Zhang Guangtai Going Home" among the eight major sticks of traditional stand-up comedy, and this passage is taken from "Yongqing Shengping" in the storytelling.

He Xiangdong could hear that the child imitated what he said. The story of the book is the same, but every artist will have his own way of dealing with some of the details and dialogues in it.

Wu Jiabao was talking about He Xiangdong's handling method. He Xiangdong narrowed his eyes and listened with relish. Fu Sheng was also calm and just looked at Wu Jiabao with a smile.

Wu’s father and Wu’s mother were very nervous. They looked at the child and He Xiangdong. They felt a little relieved when they saw the smile on He Xiangdong’s face.

It’s so pitiful to all parents in the world. Their mood is the same as Wu Jiabao’s interview for a key elementary school.

Listening to Wu Jiabao talking about books and listening to the burdens he used his inexperienced skills, He Xiangdong felt a lot of emotion.

It is true that from a professional perspective, Wu Jiabao has too many problems with the books he talked about, and this level is still far from being on stage.

But he is only nine years old. It is already amazing that a child who is only nine years old can say that books are like this. Even if he is placed in the crosstalk study club of Xiangwen Club and discusses storytelling, he can still rank among the students.

This child is very talented and has not used all kinds of storytelling skills. Although he is not familiar with it, he has his own understanding and is also using it seriously.

For a child who has not officially learned about these things, it is really rare for him to do this. This child is a genius.

The light flashed in He Xiangdong's eyes, and the look of Wu Jiabao's eyes was filled with appreciation. This child was amazing.

"Okay." He Xiangdong stretched out his hand and interrupted Wu Jiabao's storytelling.

Wu Jiabao stopped in shock and looked at He Xiangdong in a daze, feeling uneasy.

Wu’s father and mother Wu also became nervous. Teacher He was dissatisfied?

Fu Sheng smiled. He knew Wu Jiabao's talent very well. If he hadn't been afraid of delaying the child, he would have wanted to take it back to the wall.

How could He Xiangdong not be moved when he saw such a beautiful jade?

"Teacher He..." Dad Wu shouted.

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "Children are very talented and are an excellent piece of storytelling."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three of the Wu family relaxed.

Wu’s father and mother did not think that their children would have to make a living by storytelling in the future, but they were willing to support their children’s interests and hobbies.

Anyway, the child likes him and has this talent. If you want to learn storytelling, then just learn it. It is not a bad thing to be with him for multiple abilities. Besides, if He Xiangdong can accept him, that would be even better. This child has a very powerful master, and his starting point is higher than that of others.

So no matter how you calculate it, it doesn’t hurt, why not do it? Besides, should the child go to write or do something else in the future? Then let’s talk about it in the future. He is only nine years old this year, what can he see?

After hearing He Xiangdong's evaluation, Wu Jiabao looked at He Xiangdong with little starry eyes. He said in surprise: "Then can I take you as my teacher?"

He Xiangdong smiled and touched his head: "Don't be anxious to become a disciple. There are rules in our industry. You have to be aware of the knowledge you have to make everyone know about this matter. There is a ceremony."

Wu Jiabao hurriedly said, "Then let's hold this ceremony quickly."

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "You are only nine years old, why are you anxious? You should focus on learning now. I don't recommend that you think about how to tell a book every day without studying. Artists will strive for culture in the end, so you must not fall behind in learning. Do you know?"

"I understand." Wu Jiabao seemed a little depressed.

Fu Sheng also gave a wink at Wu's father and mother. Wu's father and mother smiled. They didn't mind their children chasing their interests, but the premise was that they could not delay their studies.

They were worried about this problem at first, but Fu Sheng told them not to worry, saying that He Xiangdong would let Xiaobao study hard.

Now, it turns out that's true.

Wu’s father and mother Wu are too relieved.

Seeing that Wu Jiabao was a little unhappy, He Xiangdong said, "Okay, don't be stinky. Look, you can even have an oil bottle hanging when your mouth is pouting."

Wu Jiabao was amused. The child's face was like the day in June, which was sunny and rainy. It was still dark clouds just now, but now the dark clouds have dispersed a lot.

He Xiangdong said: "Story books are about books. You have to recognize words first. If you don't even know words, then what do you say? Also, storytellers are respected as gentlemen. Men are teachers. You want to be teachers for others. If your education is not as high as others, how can you be brave enough to be teachers for others?"

Wu Jiabao thought about it and felt that this was true. He nodded and said, "I remember it."

He Xiangdong also smiled and said, "Although we can't tell you about it now, our industry has an alliance."

"What is Orochi?" Wu Jiabao asked.

He Xiangdong said: "You can call me master verbally, and I recognize you as an apprentice. When you go out in the future, you can tell others that I am your master. That's it."

"Really." Wu Jiabao jumped up excitedly, his face turned into a sunny sky this time.

"Master, please be bowed by my disciple." Wu Jiabao shouted happily, clasped his fists like in ancient costume TV series, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to He Xiangdong.

After He Xiangdong was bowed to him, he quickly helped him up. He Xiangdong hugged Wu Jiabao in his arms and laughed happily.
Chapter completed!