Director of the Centre

Chapter 118
When Hou Shirong saw Han Lu going upstairs carrying his bicycle, his face flushed with shame because he had a ghost in his heart.

Han Lu was generous, and said: "The security here is probably not good. The car will be stolen if it is left downstairs for about 10 minutes, so I carried it up. Laohou, the heat is ruining me. Is there any Coke? The iced one is the best." .”

Scumbag: "Protect your throat and don't drink carbonated drinks."

After finishing speaking, he hastily invited Han Lu into his room, and quickly closed the door. The smell of smoke and foot odor outside was more harmful to the throat than the drink.

He found a rice bowl, poured some hot water from the thermos and passed it over: "Director Han, I, I, I..."

If Director Xiao Han had the same temper as before, if he saw this informer, he would immediately scold him, just like he did to Wang Bin, the former director of the office.But he is here to solve the problem today, the matter is of great importance, and it is useless to get angry.

Han Lu took a sip of water while looking around.

The room was a bit small and a bit dark.There were two beds inside, and the bed belonging to Hou Shirong was piled with dirty clothes in a mess, and the daily necessities were even placed next to the pillow because there was no place to put them.

The other one should belong to one of the chest-haired men playing cards outside.

Han Lu couldn't help shaking his head: "Old Hou, how do you live your life like this?"

Scumbag: "Director Han, I handed in the report materials. Who told you that I'm an idiot and that my professional title is based on my qualifications. I can't be angry. I just want revenge. A man dares to act, today Now that the sufferer has come to your door, tell me, what do you want?"

Han Lu wasn't angry either, and asked in a low voice, "Can you withdraw the material, and we'll just pretend it didn't happen?"

Hou Shirong: "No, it's hard to calm down."

Han Lu knew that the people in the center were twisted, you pestered them and said a lot, but it didn't work.

He took another sip of water, looked around, and found that the scumbag had a folding fan on the bedside table.

Han Lu was very hot, so he subconsciously picked up the fan, opened it with a swipe, and was about to fan it.

But Hou Shirong snatched it away and said seriously: "This fan can't be fanned."

Han Lu felt strange, and asked why, I think you are just a white paper fan, with no words, pictures, or inscriptions on it, and it's not something valuable, and I'm afraid my oily hands will get dirty.

The scumbag closed the fan, pointed to a piece of wood on the cabinet, and said, these are props and should not be used indiscriminately.

Seeing that Han Lu was puzzled, he said, "Didn't you say that I can't sing an opera? I'm not convinced."But after thinking about it after coming down, your words may not be unreasonable.I was late in learning opera back then, and I didn’t have boyish kung fu. Now that I’m old, I can’t keep up both physically and mentally.Now people want me, what they want is the brand of City Culture and Art Center.To put it bluntly, what people want is the platform of the unit, what they want is the advertising effect, and what they want is to be able to keep people alive.

But this afternoon is not a good way to grow up. Besides, I am a big man, and I can't bear to beg for words from others.

Hou Shirong said, I have nothing else but two advantages.One is being able to speak well, a very common thing is very interesting when I say it out of my mouth; the other is having a good memory, I can put a random notebook in my hand, and I can remember the general idea after reading it once.

I thought to myself, with my talent, it would be a pity not to talk about storytelling.

Han Lu: "Ah, you want to switch to storytelling?"

Hou Shirong nodded: "I have this plan, isn't it just practicing? The storyteller has three treasures, the folding fan, the town wood, and the handkerchief. The folding fan is not used to fan you, it is a utensil in the story. When closed, it is a sword and a pen. It’s a knife and gun, when you open it, it’s a book, it’s an oil-paper umbrella supported by Xu Xian on the Broken Bridge; a handkerchief is not for wiping sweat, but a woman is a woman on a wrapping head; the gavel wood is for opening and evil horns.”

Han Lu listened with gusto, and said, "It's interesting, the use of the three props is the same as cross talk. By the way, Lao Hou, how are you doing, can you go on stage?"

The scumbag boy: "If you practice for a while, you will be done. Why, if you don't believe me, why don't I tell you a story. Do you want to hear the clear shed or the thunder shed?"

Seeing that Han Lu was puzzled, Hou Shirong explained.Before liberation, storytellers were low-class, not allowed to enter the elegant halls, and even the halls were not qualified to enter. They usually told stories in small tea sheds by the side of the road to earn some rice money.All, storytelling is also called entering the shed.

The so-called Qingpeng refers to the content of your storytelling about talented scholars and beautiful women waiting in the West Chamber, while Leipeng refers to fighting dramas such as "Little Five Arts", "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin".

Of course, I am soft-tempered, and if the thunder shed cannot come, I will focus on clearing the shed.

After all, the scumbag boy became interested, but forgot that he was the informer captured alive by Han Lu.He pinched the town wood with two fair fingers and patted it lightly on the bedside table: "Hou Shirong, I'm serving Lord Han today in "Water Margin". Brother Yun is not angry at the tea shop."

Han Lu: "No, Water Margin is a thunder shed... No... This is indeed a clear shed."

He suddenly felt bad.

The scumbag raised his voice: "There is a big family in Qinghe County, and there is a maid, whose nickname is Pan Jinlian; she is in her twenties, and she is quite colorful... There are poems to prove that Jinlian's appearance is even worse. Question, smiling and frowning Chunshan's eight-character eyebrows. If you meet a romantic child, you will steal the date when you are waiting for the wind and rain."

Just now Hou Shirong boasted that he has an excellent memory, any notebook in his hands can be memorized after reading it twice.I thought this guy was going to memorize the story of Wu Song's revenge for his brother Wu Dalang in Water Margin.No, this guy started to play freely after reading the poem.

It started with Ximenqing being hit on the head by Pan Jinlian's bamboo pole, and then said that the high official Ximen begged Wang Po to facilitate the good things between him and Jinlian, and he would be rewarded... and so on.

The story also said that Wang Po asked Pan Jinlian to be her female celebrity, Ximenqing sneaked into the house on the way, and when the golden wind and jade dew met, it was even better than countless people in the world.What a big official roared, "Kiss your forehead, kiss your forehead." Pan Jinlian gasped softly, "Is it possible for an official..."

The details are detailed, full of naturalistic descriptions, and cheesy to the heinous.

Han Lu was dumbfounded: "This..."

Hou Shirong paused for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter, Director Han, is it because I didn't speak well, can you support a play?"

Han Lu was speechless for a long time, and finally said: "It's definitely not a problem to stand up. The book is really good. It's a hot day, and it's uncomfortable to hear people's restlessness. Laohou, you are a genius. This book will definitely be liked by the working people. But... once the book is finished, I am afraid that you will be turned away by the righteous people and sent to the public security organ."

The scumbag brother said that he was talking about clearing sheds, and he only talked about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.There is a beautiful woman, but a talented man becomes a pervert. This is Fengyue Pingshu, which is clear enough.

But Hou Shirong got angry, put the fan on the bedside table solemnly, and said irritably: "Other folk performance groups have come up with the three-point style, so what's the matter with playing around the corner, what's the matter? I live like this, but I can't control it So much. I would rather the public security organs arrest me and sentence me for a few years. At least no debt collectors asked me for child support after I went up the mountain. I have nothing, I have nothing to fear, and I have made love with you officials. When you come to see me today, all the people who come here are guests. A bowl of boiled water will not be sent away after drinking. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Han Lu disdained: "You're welcome, why are you so rude, Xuewu Erlang give me a big fight against Feiyunpu?"

Seeing the tall and strong Han Lu, the scumbag knew that it was really a fight, and he was afraid that he would be the one who beat Hu Wusong, and he might be the defenseless Zhang Dujian.

He could only stare at Han Lu angrily, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

(End of this chapter)