Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Hou Zhen was a little grateful.

　　But then, I heard Wu Shaobai say:

　　"Strictly speaking, in one of the eight major hutongs, Panties Alley, Elastic Band Alley, there is a strip library, and she is the storyteller there."

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　When the audience heard his adjective, they immediately laughed.And Hou Zhen quickly suppressed Wu Shaobai's arm:

　　"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

　　This time, instead of holding a fan, he stretched out a finger and asked Wu Shaobai, who seemed to have said something very formal, repeatedly:

　　"Your aunt."

　　"Ah."

　　"My wife?"

　　"That's hard to say..."

　　"Poor what!"

　　Hou Zhen made a move to kick Wu Shaobai, and then continued to ask:

　　"My daughter-in-law? Underpants Hutong in Bada Hutong!"

　　"Correct."

　　"Elastic band alley?"

　　"Eh~"

　　"The strip library?"

　　"Yes!"

　　He asked Wu Shaobai a question, and when the question was over, Hou Zhen suddenly showed the signboard's hand shoveling into his sleeves and pulling them together.

　　"That's what you mean... My daughter-in-law's profession... I'm afraid she's not a knife dancer, right?"

　　"Hahahaha~~~ Woo!! Woo!!!!!!"

　　The audience burst into laughter, followed by boos from all over the sky.

　　No one imagined that he could use Yue Yunpeng's stalk.

　　It's been a while since I heard that word.

　　Swordsman...

　　Hahahahaha~

　　And amid the mad booing of the audience, Wu Shaobai couldn't hold back his laughter, and said loudly:

　　"What... what?"

　　"Dancer."

　　"No~ My aunt is a storyteller, a literary and art worker! I never use a knife or a gun!"

　　"nonsense!"

　　Hou Zhen waved his hand, his face solemn:

　　"It's much faster to take off your pants in that place than to get money from a book!"

　　"Hahahahaha..."

　　Following his words, this time even Wu Shaobai couldn't help laughing.

　　Amid the mad boos of the audience, he walked around the stage several times before suppressing the smile on his face and speaking to the microphone:

　　"Did you say that to your daughter-in-law!"

　　Hou Zhen said angrily:

　　"How fresh? Look at the word you said, pants alley, elastic band alley, strip library! Does this word mean storytelling? You can lose your pants after dancing in that place, and the front house and backyard are turned over. You may not find a place where you can even find a book with the bottom upside down, you let them put a small pink lamp, and your master will go straight in, you know!?"

　　"Hahaha~"

　　"Hahahahaha~"

　　"Call!!"

　　"Applause!!!!"

　　"Applause!!!!!!"

　　No one thought that he could bring Yu Xuan in. The combination of the strip club and the traditional place like Pingshu Library in his mind made a kind of... to stir.

　　I really can't take it anymore.

　　Mr. Wu can say this too.

　　Lord Hou is too poor!

　　How did this image fit together?

　　Hahaha~!

　　In the audience's laughter and boos, Wu Shaobai patted Hou Zhen on the shoulder:

　　"You, your heart is too dirty. My aunt is a storyteller, not me... As far as I know, you can read all the people in Yanjing City, and my aunt's storytelling level is higher than that of my aunt, no more than three."

　　"...Is it that powerful?"

　　"That's not!"

　　"How could such a powerful person still go to such a waste pipe place to tell stories?"

　　"Huh."

　　Wu Shaobai suddenly gave a thumbs up, his face full of surprise:

　　"You know a lot, don't you go too often?"

　　"I've never heard of it!"

　　Hou Zhen waved his hand:

　　"Don't talk nonsense, my daughter-in-law will say that storytelling is not fake, but it's not like that kind of place to tell stories... Good guy, other little girls are dancing there, with panties flying all over the sky, she is there Yi Pai Xingmu: The last book said that Qin Qiong came to the front, riding a yellow horse under his crotch..."

　　Deliberately imitating Shan Tianfang's tone, Hou Zhenyi swung his body, raised his hips, pressed his wrists, and raised his head.A standard Peking opera martial artist looks into the distance.

　　Then in a sea of ​​laughter came a sentence:

　　"She is not afraid that Huang Pyu Ma will be blindfolded by his pants and die Qin Qiong?!"

　　"Pfft...hahaha...you...you..."

　　This time, Wu Shaobai really didn't hold back. The words that he was going to continue to say, accompanied by the extremely appropriate picture that Hou Zhen described although his mouth was broken, his mind was full of the storyteller sitting at the table, and Pants flying on both sides...

　　It was really hard to endure.

　　He laughs.

　　The audience laughed too.

　　Only Hou Zhen waved to the microphone:

　　"You guys talk about it, is it like talking, is it like talking?"

　　"Alright, alright, alright."

　　Wu Shaobai, who had regained his expression again, directly suppressed Hou Zhen's arm:

　　"Mr. Hou, you are in good shape today, so I beg you. Come on, let's continue. Don't you want to know why your wife is so white? I'll explain it to you. Let's stop teasing, I I'm afraid I'll get stifled by hearing too much."

　　But who knows that Hou Zhen may have really let himself go, or maybe he is in excellent condition. He threw Wu Shaobai's arm directly, and another sentence came out:

　　"What else do you need to say!? Telling stories in that place, everyone knows that my daughter-in-law is in vain, and you need to talk about it!?"

　　"Hahahahaha..."

　　The audience all laughed.

　　Cheers, boos, applause, and laughter are like a tsunami.

　　Can't stop it. .

Chapter 290

　　In fact, cross talk is a talk show.

　　In other words, it is a naturally evolved form of quyi from a talk show.

　　Why do you say that?

　　the reason is simple.

　　Language is a wonderful science. It is first and foremost a way of expression for human beings, and it is very intuitive.

　　Through language, human beings express their needs, or a description of something.

　　But based on this function, it has evolved over the years to give birth to some various meanings, or it has been endowed with various meanings by human beings.

　　As an extension of language, words have become more and more abundant with the improvement of tone, intonation, timbre and other skills, and then language has a more perceptual meaning beyond expression.

　　For example, poetry, such as Quyi, also include cross talk.

　　In the past few years, artists who had to rely on language and words to support their families wanted to make money. Naturally, they couldn't be like today's stand-alone talk shows, and they kept smashing them when they caught an audience.

　　Talk show is actually very funny. While it requires language skills, it is also a kind of psychological research.

　　As the most frequent form of verbal entertainment with audiences, how to test the bottom line between "funny" and "hate" and "anger" is a knowledge that every talk show actor must master.

　　But this knowledge is equally difficult.

　　The human heart is the most unpredictable thing in the world. If it is for research, it does not matter.At most, you will be beaten or scolded.

　　Next time you have a long memory, don't stare at someone and say it.

　　But what if you want to feed your family?