Director of the Centre

Chapter 228 This is the Storyteller

"Boss Tao, I really don't mean anything else."

"Do you think my words are bad? Blame me for smashing your signboard, and you want to leave me alone. Hou Shirong, if you refused, you shouldn't have brought me here in the first place. Aren't you making fun of people?"

"Well, that's very good."

"Then what do you mean?"

Hou Shirong was very embarrassed: "Boss Tao, your book just now is not bad, just like an announcer. However, I always feel that it lacks flavor. Nowadays, people's lives are under high pressure, and it is not easy to get some free time to listen to the story. What you're looking for is happiness and relaxation. What's the point of talking about it in a book, there's no work to do, it's better to watch videos at home."

Tao Tao sneered: "Then I will really go to the teahouse tomorrow to see how you, Hou Shirong, do flower work. I worship you as my teacher, and I learn from you. Teacher Hou, please give me face and accept me as an apprentice Bar."

Hou Shirong was too scared to speak.

That night, the scumbag brother sincerely invited Tao Tao to have a meal of spring city steam pot chicken, Jianshui gas pot stinky tofu, and fried pork slices with grass sprouts, which made Tao Tao calm down.

On the second day, Boss Shui saw that Hou Shirong still brought Tao Tao over, so he nagged that he was not allowed to come?

Tao Tao scolded directly: "Are you polite?"

Boss Shui blushed with anger: "Girl, we are a private business, not a government office or a unit, and we don't like leadership."

Tao Tao continued: "You are a successful person after all, and you are engaged in the cultural industry, so you must be educated."

Boss Shui was completely lost his temper by her: "Sister, the book you mentioned is really not good. How about, let's sit down and drink tea, and see how Mr. Hou arrests people and how he shakes his burden. Mr. Hou, you Today I still say "Wu Song Fights the Tiger" to let Leader Tao hear what the people like to hear. Otherwise, I won't give the money."

This is singing the opposite stage, the scumbag boy is very embarrassed, very embarrassed, he can't help wiping his sweat.

Tao Tao was disdainful: "What stories can he say, he just speaks yellow accents, pulls the target, and plays the piano indiscriminately."

……

When Hou Shirong talked about books, he still had a yellow accent. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, stood behind the table, and patted Xingmu: "Let's say, there is a good man in Shandong, whose surname is Wu, and his name is Song, and Wu Erlang. He committed crimes in his early years. After finishing the matter, I went to the residence of Chai Jin, the official of Chai. The official Chai is nicknamed Little Xuanfeng, and he is anxious for public affairs and righteous, and he specializes in taking in heroes who are in trouble. Taken in, Song Jiang—crack!"

He knocked on Xingmu: "Wu Song—crack!" "Lin Chong—crack!" "Li Kui—crack!"

Every time a person's name was reported, he knocked hard.

Xingmu is a prop and cannot be photographed randomly.But Southwest Pingshu is not so particular, Xingmu uses it a lot and has great strength.

As soon as the name was announced, everyone's attention was successfully attracted, and the scene became quiet.

After talking about the opening, we entered the part of Jingyanggang where the three bowls are not enough.

"Let's say the shopkeeper went inside and cut out two catties of cooked beef, made a big plate, put it in front of Wu Song in the future, and then sifted a bowl of wine." The scumbag said: "When it comes to eating beef, you have to mention husband and wife's lung slices. In the early years, everyone’s life was difficult, and beef couldn’t be eaten, so we went to the place where the cattle were slaughtered to get leftovers, and Shanghai pepper noodles, pepper noodles, salt, and a meal. What you eat is a taste, and what you eat is just a seasoning .”

After talking about the couple's lungs, he said that he went to visit relatives in the provincial capital in the 80s.His relative was poor and couldn't afford to eat, so he boiled a pot of porridge on a hot day. In the middle of the night, he saw his relative running up and filling his stomach with the uneaten porridge.Curious in my heart, I asked him what he was doing and if he was hungry.

"My relative said that if you are hungry, your stomach will fill up. It's hot and it's going to be rotten. I can't waste it. I have to overcome it no matter what. How about you bring some."

As he said that, the scumbag boy used his body language to describe the relative's appearance vividly and vividly. The tea guests heard that it was interesting, and all laughed softly.

"My relative has been dead for more than ten years, but his old lady is still alive, and she is over 80 years old today. According to the statistics of our provincial capital, there are 340 centenarians in XX city, of which 320 are women. Why, women like to nag and complain, and when they speak, they vent out all the unhappiness in their hearts, and they feel much more comfortable."

"So, when the woman in your room is arguing with you, you just follow her. Only when the woman is healthy can she live a long life. She will live a long life, and in the future you will be taken care of when you are old. Otherwise, your woman will go first Now, you are left as a bad old man in the world, who will wash and cook for you, and who will take you to the hospital?"

The crowd laughed again.

Hou Shirong: "Do you rely on your children? Let alone children who are under pressure in life and have no time to take care of you. Let's just talk about children, they are not very filial. There is a saying that goes like this, when you are young, you are obedient, but when you grow up, you are obedient. The old woman kicked the old man away. You deserve it when you come back to eat on Sunday, and you deserve it when you are exhausted. Wipe your mouth after eating, bye!"

Hei means "very" and "very" in the Southwest dialect.

Everyone roared with laughter, and some laughed so hard that tears came down.

Boss Shui couldn't help but patted his belly with his hands, gasping for breath, "It's interesting, it sounds good, it sounds good. Haha, Mr. Hou is such a wonderful person. Boss Tao, this is a storyteller!"

When Hou Shirong said this, the content of the storytelling changed: "Parents' love for their children is heart-wrenching. When it comes to love, there is another kind of love between men and women. You don't have to force everything, you have to love yourself. The so-called love for yourself is not narcissism……"

There was another burst of happy laughter below.

The scumbag also talked about his unsuccessful love and marriage life, which made it even more interesting for everyone to hear.

After talking about a book for nearly two hours, Lao Hou didn't even drink his saliva, which shows his high level.At the end, he recited: "One life, one autumn. It is also said well that there are two gods in the family, and there is no need to enter the temple. Burning incense and worshiping Buddha, the heart is the Buddha, it depends on what you think. There are parents and elders in the high hall, It is a kind of happiness. May people in the world, family and everything prosper, and live a happy life.”

At this point, when the book was finished, everyone applauded enthusiastically, and they were so happy that the 200 yuan tea was worth the fare.

By this time, the waiter in the shop hadn't had time to tell Wu Song that the three bowls were not good enough for the post, and that there was a big white-fronted bug with eye-catching eyes on the mountain.

Tao Tao was dumbfounded. Is this a storytelling? Can you still say that?

Suddenly, she realized.

When she was learning storytelling with Hou Shirong a while ago, the scumbag said that the story is the same story, it depends on how you make it interesting.When you speak, you have to add your own things to fill the frame of the story.But... there are too many things added here... The problem is that the audience likes it, what can you do.

This is indeed storytelling, the Sanda storytelling in Southwest China.Sanda Pingshu first focuses on Sanzi, and an excellent Pingshu actor grasps one point, even if it is a small matter of drinking porridge, people can talk to you all night.

This is the level.

So where does this level come from - life, life.

Hou Shirong divorced five times and gave birth to three children. When he was in the worst situation, he almost slept on the street and was so hungry that he didn't eat for two days.He travels far and wide, performing everywhere, his life is not without ups and downs, and his life experience is not without richness.

As soon as these accumulations come on stage, they will exert their power, and they will come when they open their mouths, and they will be jokes when they raise their hands.

In contrast, Tao Tao went to a drama school to learn drama since she was a child.After returning to the unit, it was another pillar, being held and coaxed by everyone.Later, although I lost my throat, I couldn't go on stage.But with Han Lu taking care of her, she is like a flower in a greenhouse, she has never encountered wind and rain in her life.

There is nothing wrong with letting her follow the book, but if you want to add others, there is nothing to dig out in her blank life.

She has realized the truth, but it is easier said than done, if she can't do it, she can't do it.

Boss Shui was very happy after hearing Mr. Hou's book, but he didn't deduct Tao Tao's money, and the two parties made an appointment for the next performance.

Seeing that Tao Tao was in a bad mood, the scumbag comforted him, "Boss Tao, don't give up. We still have a performance in Dali City. If you try again, maybe it will be successful?"

On the same day, they drove to Dali to perform in a small theater at a scenic spot.

When Tao Tao talked about "Borrowing Arrows from a Straw Boat", the speech was dry and boring, and the audience was very dissatisfied.Fortunately, this performance is a supporting package of the scenic spot, so there is no need to buy tickets, otherwise the audience will ask for a refund.Hou Shirong succeeded in winning the honor. He was talking about "Jia's Mansion" somehow involving food, and he said a lot of jokes about inviting guests to dinner. Everyone's laughter almost lifted the roof of the theater.

Tao Tao was completely in despair: "No more acting, Hou Shirong, let's go home."

A week later, the scumbag drove home.

On the way, Tao Tao didn't say a word, her face was expressionless, obviously numb from the blow.

Hou Shirong was terrified, and quietly locked the car door, for fear that Master Tao would not want to jump out.

That's true, if she dances, I have to dance too!

……

And in the cultural and art center, there is another thing.

Later, I probably thought it was inappropriate and deleted it again.

Jiang Jiaming was determined, and immediately took a screenshot and downloaded the video.Time, place, people, events, the four major elements are complete, and the evidence is as solid as a mountain.

Director Guo: "What?"

"Here are some reports on the situation of the unit I wrote. Please read it. It would be best if you can read it now."

what occasion?Wang Miao was taken aback, wondering, a middle-aged man came over and shouted, "Old Guo, who is this?"

(End of this chapter)