Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

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　　"Okay, sister, then you give it, the others will come with me."

　　Wang Hai took a group of children to go inside first, and the old gentlemen behind them slowed down and signaled that they didn't need to greet them, and went inside by themselves.

　　At this time, a half-old child with some freckles on his face asked:

　　"Uncle Hai, how is Shaobai?"

　　Wang Hai paused in his footsteps...

　　Then nodded:

　　"very nice!"

　　……

　　"Today's stand-up cross talk is called "On Dialects". How about dialects? In fact, it is about the speaking habits of people in various regions. For example, you said that I was going to take a biology class. Would it be applicable to Xi'an? Yes, It doesn't apply either. Why do you say that? Because Xi'an has bars and nightclubs in the first place, right? Two hundred and one dozen beers, and I was invited to take a biology class in Xi'an nightclubs..."

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The audience laughed again.

　　And Wu Shaobai looked like "I know what you mean, but I won't say it".

　　Then he glanced backstage from the corner of his eyes.

　　After seeing a group of people wearing coats suddenly filled, I knew in my heart that my opening was almost the same.

　　So speed up the rhythm:

　　"When we got there, people also said: Oh, isn't this Mr. Wu? Your master's name sounds aphrodisiac..."

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　The laughter off the field was overwhelming.

　　The people in the waiting room looked at each other...

　　They didn't hear how Wu Shaobai prepared the ground before. After hearing the laughter, He Yunwei, who was very short and wore a middle parted comb, subconsciously looked at Guo Degang:

　　"Master, don't you say it's not easy to talk about cross talk in Tianjin? ... This is normal."

　　"..."

　　Guo Degang's mouth twitched...

　　Glancing at Yu Xuan, who was silent, he patted him:

　　"Children, don't be nervous when you go up. You can't go wrong if you say it step by step."

　　"Come on. You're done! You'll be fine for sure."

　　……

　　"After a bunch of talk, we finished drinking and started class...and the next day..."

　　"Appreciate~~~"

　　Seeing him jumping again, the audience started booing again, but Wu Shaobai began to speed up the rhythm.

　　"The next day I met that big brother again. But you can't always go to nightclubs, right? Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan is dusty, and 24 million heroes sing Qinqiang. Qinchuan's enthusiasm is not only reflected in inviting me to nightclubs Above, the unique scenery of Xi'an, the snack night market on Muslim Street. Right? Then the next night, he invited me to dinner again. At this time, the fun of dialect is reflected. You think, at the bar, two hundred and one One dozen, two dozen is nothing more than [-] bottles. The wine bottle is still small, how big is the profit of the wine? Right? But when it comes to a night market stall, you can't say that. Good guy...that day people The boss almost didn't call the police. We went, the two of them sat at a small table, ordered some peanut edamame, barbecued kidneys. Order a bar? The big brother didn't know if he didn't sober up or was addicted to biology class, so he came directly One sentence: Boss, just give me [-] yuan of beer (wine)! The boss who is grilling is also stunned, and this time reflects the straightforwardness and straightforwardness of Guanzhong's temperament.

　　The boss looked up at us and saw only the two of us. He didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked:

　　"You mean Sarah?"

　　The big brother said:

　　"Give me a beer for four hundred and twenty dollars!"

　　The unique Hanzhong accent made the Shaanxi people present at the scene could not hear the slightest fault.

　　Then I saw Wu Shaobai using the coat as an apron and wiped his hands:

　　"Ladies, beer, two yuan a bottle. Four hundred and twenty yuan...two hundred and ten bottles. We just ordered fifteen skewers of mutton...the boss made me laugh with a word. ."

　　As he spoke, he lucked out his dantian and said to the microphone:

　　"Dude, you seem to come from here, don't you?"

　　The voice is rough, gritty, with a breath of grass and lakes in the northwest.

　　"Hahahahaha~"

　　After a long series of preparations, when I heard this sentence, in an instant, the audience turned into a sea of laughter.

　　Wu Shaobai took a step back, stood up straight, and bent down facing the stage.

　　Bow down and step down.

　　(The popularity is over 1000... Okay, I'm actually looking for an excuse to add more to myself, wow haha. Thank you for the encouragement in the comment area!).

Chapter 8

　　"Oh!!!"

　　"Hahahahaha!"

　　"One more, one more!!"

　　"Quack quack quack..."

　　The applause, the sound of returning to the stage, and the laughter gathered in one place, almost to open the canopy.

　　And Wu Shaobai, who was dressed in white, left so quickly, leaving behind a completely warm place.

　　Under the stage, several people looked at each other, and one of them frowned and asked:

　　"Is this Yu Xuan's apprentice?"

　　"Didn't you hear your self-introduction? It's Yu Xuan's apprentice."

　　"...Why haven't I heard of it before?"

　　The man frowned more and more tightly.

　　The other person also frowned and stared at Wu Shaobai who was about to disappear. At the moment when the other person's figure completely disappeared, he sighed:

　　"The grandfather is rewarding the meal... This child..."

　　"If this Deyun Society succeeds in Tianjin, will we still survive?"

　　Hearing his companion's words, the man asked in a low voice.

　　The other person who had been silent for a while sneered:

　　"What are you afraid of? A group of people who can't even get on TV. Don't worry, they won't live for a few years. The colleagues in Yanjing are already making plans! Let them jump first, don't worry... just rely on this vulgarity The cross talk...he hasn't been dancing for a few years."

　　……

　　"Shaobai, good work!"

　　Wang Hai, who continued to announce the news before the host who came to change his clothes, excitedly patted Wu Shaobai on the shoulder at the moment when Wu Shaobai came back.

　　Wu Shaobai smiled and waved his hand:

　　"Uncle Hai, please."

　　"Okay. Xiaowei, Li Jing, ready."

　　Wang Hai glanced at the curious people who were looking at Wu Shaobai, woke up, and ran up with the microphone.

　　"Now, please enjoy the cross talk "Selling Cloth Head", performers: He Yunwei and Li Jing."

　　"it is good!!"

　　"Quack quack quack quack..."

　　The venue was completely warmed up by Wu Shaobai, and people's expectations for Deyun Club were even greater.So when Wang Hai made such an announcement, the scene was like an explosion.

　　He Yunwei's expression brightened when he heard it... and Guo Degang seemed to want to say something when he saw his apprentice's expression... But in the end he didn't say anything.

　　Only Yu Xuan looked at the apprentice standing respectfully beside him, and patted Guo Degang on the shoulder with a smile:

　　"It's okay, Xiaowei and Li Jing are in front of you."

　　……

　　"Master, uncle, is it the two of you next time?"

　　"Hmm. Hard work, child."

　　Guo Degang looked at the two people who walked to the microphone amid the applause and said to Wu Shaobai.

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head:

　　"It should be, uncle, master, I will give you two a dip in the fat sea."

　　"Go."

　　Yu Xuan waved his hand.

　　As soon as Wu Shaobai left, two people came to him.

　　One fat and one thin.