Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　The child stood there in an orderly manner. Hearing his words, he nodded heavily, and with the sky-high applause, the child replied:

　　"right!!!"

　　In a trance, reality and fantasy intertwine.

　　Tian Paradise, Guangde Building... After all... it is difficult to distinguish between wrong payments.

　　He was terrified, but he still sang:

　　"Audience actor~heart to heart~~Hey!"

　　"That's right!"

　　"I remember in the early years, there was such an old saying ~ No gentleman can't raise an artist!"

　　"It's an old saying."

　　"Yesterday, the Tibetan wind and snow came to Saibei~"

　　"Go to Jiangnan today! Peach and apricot contend for spring!"

　　"I wish you all to drink, lust, and wealth, and don't get involved in eating, drinking, prostitutes, and gambling~"

　　"It's alright, just come in this Deyun Club and relax after listening to two cross talk~"

　　"Clap your fists and hands over your shoulders..."

　　The backstage was filled with people at some point.

　　Guo Degang was in a trance, looking at the child who was less than eighteen years old next to him...and looked again...I don't know if it was in Tianyuan or Guangdelou, where the audience was full of pits and valleys.

　　Just looking at them a little bit, a little bit more, and finally the station was full.

　　Hundreds of people stood up at the same time, waiting for his last sentence.

　　The audience was waiting for him.

　　And his "The Great Truth" is also waiting for him.

　　Suddenly, he smiled.

　　Laughed heartily.

　　do not know why.

　　But he just laughed.

　　But laughing and laughing... my eyes started to get sore.

　　"May you all ~ attract wealth and treasure ~ Rijin ~ Dou Oh ~ Gold~~~"

　　"Bless you all!!"

　　With Wu Shaobai's words, Guo Degang's body crooked...but he stopped abruptly in the end.

　　Stand up straight.

　　The predecessors left and the successors succeeded.

　　Mr. Zhang, today's full book "The Great Truth", you will be on the Internet tomorrow...you have to listen carefully!

　　(This chapter may be written in the same way that Mr. Zhang died in the book. But in fact, when I was looking through the whole book from the early years... I couldn't control the feeling in my heart. ...I mixed some personal memories. Mr. Zhang is forever! The small three-thousand-character chapter is sent. With the shallow writing of the younger generation, I will show my respect.).

Chapter 273

　　The first performance of the Deyun Club in Guangdelou came to an end with Guo Degang and Wu Shaobai, who inherited Mr. Zhang's ambition, the complete book "The Truth".

　　After stepping off the stage, Guo Degang picked up the phone and called Zhang Wenshun.

　　And when he called, no one bothered him.

　　Even the reporters who heard the news were stopped by Wang Hai.

　　Everyone looked at Guo Degang, who was holding Wu Shaobai's hand while his eyes were full of sparkles, and announced the good news to Zhang Wenshun with a voice full of smiles.

　　Tell him: Mr. Zhang, all seats are full today.

　　Full of pits and valleys!

　　Then I don't know what the old man said over there, Guo Degang laughed.

　　It was agreed that the box would be sealed by the end of this year, and he must be allowed to come. When the time comes, let him personally lead Wu Shaobai and hold it hard when he sings the truth, and come to the top of the mix.

　　Then another burst of laughter.

　　After chatting for five minutes, he hung up the phone. Seeing that Wang Hai was almost there, reporters swarmed up.

　　Wu Shaobai wanted to leave, but Guo Degang suppressed him.

　　Let him sit next to him like this, facing the reporters together.

　　"Mr. Guo, first of all, congratulations on the successful opening of the Guangdelou branch of Deyun Society."

　　"Thank you, thank you for coming."

　　"I see that you had tears in your eyes when you called just now. How is Mr. Zhang's condition now? Would you mind revealing it?"

　　"Mr. Zhang's body is very weak now. He had esophagus surgery. Because it was discovered early, it was controlled in time. So the surgery was quite successful, but because he had to intubate his throat, his voice was hoarse. And the old man also I know, it takes years to recover from injuries. So he can only rest at home now, but as long as he spends some time, he will definitely be able to meet everyone. So please don’t worry.”

　　"Then why are you crying?"

　　"I miss him. Today, when this kid held "The Truth", he didn't overstep anything, and he followed Mr. Zhang's words. I thought the old man was by my side in a trance, thinking of the days when we suffered together, When I think about the crimes the old man suffered this year, I can't control my emotions a little 々ˇ."

　　Hearing his words, the reporters nodded, and then one of them asked:

　　"Then what do you think about Mr. Zhang's handing over the right to sing "The Truth" to Wu Shaobai? Why didn't he hand it over to Ru He Yunwei, Cao Yunjin, or his apprentice Xu Deliang?"

　　Frankly speaking, this question is somewhat acute.

　　Very bad answer.

　　Even Guo Degang was stunned, but Wu Shaobai took the initiative to say:

　　"Actually, the reason is very simple. First of all, although Uncle Liang is Mr. Zhang's apprentice, he is after all the same generation as the uncle. This time Mr. Zhang can hand over this glorious thing to me, on the one hand, it is inheritance, On the other hand, Mr. Zhang is a gentleman of the literary generation, but my uncle is a junior. When he was on the stage, he took my uncle with him, which was a kind of inheritance in itself. Now, since the gentleman wants to continue the inheritance, It must be handed down to the next, not to be given to the same generation. That is not called inheritance, so Uncle Li also said, Master is right. And I can take this inheritance in my hands, and I feel very honored. "

　　"Then why didn't you give it to Cao Yunjin and He Yunwei?"

　　Seeing that the reporter was still chasing after him, Wu Shaobai smiled slightly:

　　"I gave them the inheritance of "The Great Truth", then who should I give the qualification to sing "The Great Truth"? So, this kind of thing must be misplaced, right? Uncle."

　　Listening to the child's words to clear the siege, Guo Degang smiled and nodded:

　　"That's the truth."

　　Yu Xuan, who was standing silently on the side, breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Mr. Guo, now that the Guangdelou branch has been established, will it compete with Tianyuan?"

　　"We are all Deyun Club. This is the first team of performances. How can we compete?"

　　"But everyone will unconsciously compare, right? For example, how many audiences are there for the performance, and who sells more tickets."

　　"There must be healthy competition, but in fact it can't be called competition. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is the audience's support to make our team grow. So we divided the army into two ways, and everyone came together like this. For example, in Guangzhou this week. The people from Delou may go to Tianyuan next week, that's the reason."

　　After some answers were leaked, the reporters took the initiative to ask Wu Shaobai's questions when they saw this:

　　"I want to ask Mr. Xiao Wu, does being able to become the captain of the youth team this time mean that your strength has surpassed that of your buddies?"

　　Wu Shaobai glanced at the reporter in confusion and asked:

　　"Then you want me to answer yes or no to this question?"

　　"¨"Uh...I'm asking you."

　　"But in my opinion, your question is not asking, but affecting our internal unity. I have only been in the industry for a year, and there are still several brothers sitting here. I don't think it is right for you to ask this question. Youth The captain of the team is actually not an official position, and it has nothing to do with my professional level. It is only set up for the convenience of management. How to perform here is up to Uncle Li and they have the final say. Apart from supervising everyone to practice, I am the captain. It doesn't matter. If you say that this type of monitor is not related to your professional level, either you have never been to school and don't know what a monitor is. Or you don't have a good mind when you ask this question. So, I will rush to you I won't be answering any questions tonight."

　　Everyone looked at Mr. Wu, who was still talking and laughing, and suddenly his face turned cold... Suddenly, something was wrong.

　　I couldn't help but look back at the colleague who asked this brain-dead question.

　　Somewhat annoyed.

　　It was so easy for Shao Wu to give an interview to Bai, what are you talking about, Li?

　　At this time, Wu Shaobai suddenly laughed:

　　"Haha, look, in just a few words, I helped you push out a person, who caused public anger and was used as a target. Dude, don't you feel bad?"

　　Hearing his question, the reporter's face was a little overwhelmed.

　　But Wu Shaobai waved his hand again:

　　"Look, what I said just now is that I deliberately caused trouble and transferred everyone's sharp and contradictory problems from me to you. This is a psychological skill that everyone who talks about cross talk must master. My uncle often said that you can't do bad things to us. Do you believe it now? So, if you want to ask questions, let's ask them carefully. You want to dig a hole for us. , yes, sir."

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The two looked at each other and laughed together. .

Chapter 274

　　"You're brave enough."

　　Hearing Yu Xuan's words, Wu Shaobai smiled, took a few bites into his mouth while holding the box lunch, and said:

　　"I just don't want to get used to them. It's okay to have bad water in their stomachs, and they have to dig a hole for you secretly and openly, and make you think that you didn't see the hole... crazy."

　　Shaking his head, he said:

　　"I mean, these people aren't famous reporters. Really famous reporters don't need to come. A phone call and a formal fax invitation are over. Only tabloid reporters are happy to toss here."

　　"If it wasn't for publicity, they wouldn't be allowed in."

　　Wang Hai on the side also said.

　　Xu Deliang, who was full, responded:

　　"Yeah, they don't know how high the sky is, and they really answer Shaobai's words. If it's bad, who can hurt us..."

　　"..."