Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

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Chapter 889

　　"What do you want to ask, just ask."

　　Wu Shaobai said.

　　As soon as the words fell, the reporter immediately started to ask questions.

　　Wu Shaobai couldn't hear what they were talking about.

　　Hurry up and wave:

　　"Stop, stop... Well, this eldest sister, you come first. Who made this microphone yours?"

　　He ceded the opportunity for the first question to the female reporter who gave him the microphone.

　　After hearing his words, the male camera next to the female reporter quickly picked up the camera.

　　Wu Shaobai was taken aback...

　　"Still with a camera?...Why is this scene so familiar?"

　　The reporter was also taken aback, but he immediately realized what he meant and burst into laughter.

　　"Did you really write this down? ... Brother, I'm joking, if I find out which newspaper has risen to the level of being a reporter again, I'll send a lawyer's letter!"

　　Looking at a few reporters with pens, Wu Shaobai quickly gave a wordless warning.

　　Then he ignored it and turned to look at the woman:

　　"You ask."

　　"Hello Mr. Wu, I'm a reporter from the Southern Times. I would like to ask, in the fishing boat on the Internet and in reality, the time of your seven special sessions is the same as the new crosstalk force led by Xu Deliang and Wang Wenlin. Excuse me. Are you targeting them on purpose?"

　　Hearing this, Wang Hai frowned immediately and wanted to step forward.

　　But I heard Wu Shaobai say "hoo":

　　"Hey~ I thought you were an angel, but this question is too devilish~"

　　Each of the reporters spoke.

　　But at the same time, the sensitivity of the recording equipment was opened to the maximum.

　　this question...

　　They really want to know.

　　And after Wang Hai heard this, he knew that it would be unsuitable for him to come forward, so he could only patiently listen to Wu Shaobai's answer.

　　"Well... this question, in fact, everyone has the answer in their hearts. But since you asked it, it means that you want to hear me say it in person, right? But the answer I gave is very simple: it's just a coincidence."

　　Having said that, it is clear that the reporters are not satisfied with this answer.

　　But Wu Shaobai continued to say:

　　"However, Nanjing, Modu, and Hangzhou belong to the south in a strict sense. The language art of cross talk is actually mainly active in the north, and the south side also has its own language art, such as the local area of Modu. The Shanghai-style Qingkou, such as talk shows, etc. Over the years, Deyun Society has worked hard to expand the art of cross talk in the north to East China. I think it has made an indelible contribution to the promotion.

　　As the old saying goes, the predecessors planted and the later reaps, but if the descendant wants to harvest, the ability must be enough, right?Cross talk art does not mean that when we go to any place, it will be listened to and laughed. It is a market. How to make audiences in a strange city accept, like, and even pay for tickets to listen to an unfamiliar folk art , how to cultivate everyone to accept it, everyone likes it, and everyone is willing to spend money to buy tickets for you, this requires great effort.

　　So, instead of targeting as you said, I'd rather say it's just the right time.The Shanghai-style Qingkou in the magic capital, the Zaju in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the funny thousand, these folk art forms that bring joy to the audience now coexist with the comic dialogue, which can make the audience in these three cities accept the comic dialogue. It's not targeted, but as a member of Deyun Club, everyone misses me, so I'll come and see everyone.It's that simple. "

　　"..."

　　Hearing his answer, all the reporters looked at each other...

　　Mr. Wu's words, as long as they are not mentally retarded, can actually understand what they mean.

　　The market is made by Deyun Society.

　　There was something wrong with Deyun Club before, and the new crosstalk forces wanted to snatch the market.

　　As a result, I met Wu Shaobai's tough stubble...

　　Now there is a faint meaning to be a joke.

　　Although Wu Shaobai's remarks were not sarcastic, the meaning of the words was very clear.

　　Do you want to grab the market?

　　Did you ask me?

　　At this time, the female reporter asked again:

　　"Then if there are other cross talk drama clubs that have nothing to do with Deyun Club in the future..."

　　"It's agreed that one person has one question... let's not take it as an example."

　　Wu Shaobai waved his hand, interrupted her words, and continued:

　　"I understand what you mean, but what I want to say is that Deyun Club is just a group that talks about cross talk. Although cross talk is a language art, it is actually the same as Peking Opera, Yue Opera, and Huangmei Opera. We are a society. , other people can also form a society.

　　But it does not mean that whoever chooses the class will be able to make the audience like it.We hope to see cross talk prosper, and we are willing to see cross talk prosper. I hope cross talk can be spread all over the country, and I hope that the situation of folk art such as Douqian can also spread all over the country.But to put it bluntly, since ancient times, there has been a problem of popularity in this industry.

　　To be a man and an artist, you have to be down-to-earth, and if your ability is not enough, then work hard to improve.If you are not popular enough, try to improve.Down-to-earth efforts are the right way to go. Don't keep thinking about who fell today. I have to go to their house to grab a TV... That's ridiculous.Anyone can come, but I still say the same thing: do what you can.In the end, everyone is of the same origin, and it is enough to be yourself... Well, sister, stop talking.Come, come, change one..."

　　Seeing that she still wanted to ask, Wu Shaobai didn't give her a chance, so he looked elsewhere.

　　"Mr. Wu, when are you going to marry Yaya?"

　　"No comment, no reception in private life, next."

　　"Why didn't Mr. Wu bring anyone else this time..."

　　"Because this is the best character of the second team at present. Commercial performances should give the audience the best they can! The next one."

　　"Mr. Wu, can Mr. Hou accept a few questions?"

　　"He's not angry with me, and I'll be suppressing him. Don't let him talk, or I'm afraid you guys will go crazy."

　　"Hahaha~"

　　A group of people were noisy. It was nearly 20 minutes. Seeing that it was almost over, Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"Everyone, it's almost the same. Although we can't take care of it all, we did our best. We will go to the venue to take a look. It's hot, and you all have worked hard. Come on, the interview is over."

　　A group of people were finally able to walk out of the crowd with sweat on their foreheads.

　　This time, the reporters didn't stop them and watched them push their boxes away and board a minibus.

　　Before leaving, Tong Liya, who was leaning against the window, waved politely to the reporters.

　　Many photos were taken. .

Chapter 890

　　On the top of the CMB, the air conditioner was blowing, and everyone's sweat gradually fell.

　　No one spoke.

　　Take the time to close your eyes, everyone.

　　The car drove all the way to Mercedes-Benz Stadium, and Wu Shaobai saw Yan Song wearing a Givenchy tiger~short-sleeved shirt.

　　"Second uncle."

　　"uncle."

　　Yan Song, who was also accompanied by a female secretary, glanced at Tong Li-Ya speechlessly after hearing the title.

　　The two are 5 years apart.

　　This is awkward...

　　But Yan Song didn't say much, because there would be outsiders, so he asked directly:

　　"Nephew, what do you need us to do?"

　　"Uncle, let the big guys work harder, go to each area in all directions, and I will audition the sound as soon as I come on stage. If it feels okay, you can give me an O. If it's not good, write an X. The weather is hot. , let's finish quickly, shall we?"

　　"Okay, no problem. You guys go quickly~"

　　The support envoy rushed over with the dozen or so staff members who came over, and Wu Shaobai also said to the sesame seeds and others:

　　"Let's go, everyone, work hard, finish it quickly, let's have lunch at noon."

　　Everyone nodded and wanted to leave, when suddenly, Wu Shaobai held Tong Liya back:

　　"You don't follow."

　　"fine."

　　Sister Yu shook her head and walked away on her own.

　　Seeing this, Yan Song asked:

　　"What's going on here?"

　　"I'm afraid Xiao Tong is pregnant."

　　"!"

　　Hearing this, Yan Song was stunned, and quickly said to the good-looking female secretary next to him: