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　　Wu Shaobai also nodded:

　　"It's really too hot. But I've asked people from Tongrentang to send sour plum soup to Sanqingyuan. You can drink a cup to quench your thirst later."

　　He opened the parasol and said.

　　"Ah."

　　Yu Xuan nodded, looked at the sparsely populated Dashilar, and said:

　　"After the opening today, if you want to talk about cross talk, come to the sixth team a few more times to give your uncle and the third one a strong voice."

　　"Okay, Master."

　　As soon as he agreed, Wu Shaobai helped Master hold an umbrella, and continued to walk inside the Dashilar on the rolling heat.

　　After arriving at Sanqing Garden, seeing no one outside the house, Yu Xuan asked the staff at the ticket window:

　　"Are the audience in?"

　　The staff recognized Yu Xuan and quickly nodded:

　　"Yes, Teacher Yu, it's too hot today. Captain Li has let everyone in in advance."

　　Hearing this, Yu Xuan responded, led Wu Shaobai inside, and said with a smile:

　　"Dongzi is kind and like you."

　　"Haha~"

　　Wu Shaobai smiled happily:

　　"The people from the second team are not assholes, you can rest assured."

　　"Ah."

　　The two walked through the promenade and entered the theater, where they could already hear the noise inside.

　　At the same time, I saw the four or five empty buckets in the small hall at the entrance.

　　All the small theaters in Deyun Society are served with tea.

　　Today's Deyun Society's business performance revenue is the bulk, and the small theater side, although it can also contribute a considerable amount of box office every year, but under Wu Shaobai's decision, Deyun Society's small theater idea has also changed from a simple Ticket sales began to shift towards the service industry.

　　The most direct measure is to remove 3 or more seats in each row and widen the distance between the chairs.

　　There is no need to say more about the first row. There are tables and refreshments, all of which are provided free of charge.

　　From the second row to the last row, there will be a small rectangular storage table between the two chairs for tea cups.

　　After the audience comes, you don't have to watch it dryly.

　　Although there is an invisibly increased staff cost and the cost of tea and melon seeds, it can be seen from the continuous increase in the praise rate of Deyun Society's small theater in recent years that Wu Shaobai is right.

　　And Wu Shaobai went to the last bucket and looked at it. After finding that there was still some in it, he took two cups of sour plum soup with a disposable cup, and handed one to the master and one to himself. The cool and comfortable sound of "."ha.

　　"Tong Ren Tang is buying two packs at a meeting, and the workers at home also like to drink it, not much."

　　"no problem."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded, and the two walked from the staff passage to the waiting room.

　　Pushing open the door of the waiting room in Sanqing Garden, he discovered that Feng Zhaoyang, Li Jing, Xie Jin and Li Hedong were already there.

　　Seeing the two of them, the four of them quickly stood up.

　　"Master."

　　Although they all called Shige, but Li Jing called Yu Xuan, and the other two called Wu Shaobai.

　　Xie Jin was the most playful and called out "Captain".

　　"Dongzi, you did a good job."

　　Wu Shaobai first praised Li Hedong.

　　Li Hedong was a little happy, but he felt that it was not good to show it too much in front of his brother, and he smiled a little shyly.

　　Sitting in front of the chair, Wu Shaobai asked him:

　　"What are the six teams going to do?"

　　"The style of the second team. Starting tomorrow, it's still an hour earlier in the afternoon. I was talking about this with Uncle Jing just now. Uncle Jing was going to pick up "Flaming Mountain" and "Three Beats of White Bone Spirit", but it couldn't make up an hour. An hour is too long, and I'm thinking about how to coordinate these two days."

　　Li Hedong was talking about allegro.

　　Li Jingbei Gang's name is not for nothing.

　　Even Gao Feng was a bit worse off with a single hand.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"It's true, but there's no need to get entangled in the early opening hour. Uncle Jing wants to talk about allegiance, but it's actually good for the opening. In this case, the audience will listen to a one-speaker first, and then Uncle Jing will go up and come alone. Writing on the board is just enough to clear Nianzi's ears."

　　"Well……"

　　Li Hedong thought for a while, then said with a smile:

　　"It's still my brother, you're smart, why didn't I think of this."

　　"Stop flattering."

　　Wu Shaobai rolled his eyes.

　　And Yu Xuan also smiled and asked Feng Zhaoyang:

　　"Third, how are you preparing for life?"

　　"...Master, I'm a little nervous."

　　"What are you nervous about?"

　　"I feel uncomfortable when I think that my brother will put me on the field for a while..."

　　Feng Zhaoyang smiled bitterly.

　　These days, although he has been in the whirlpool of the storm, he has not said a word. Li Jing, who has always kept a low profile, patted him:

　　"¨"It's alright, I will attract firepower to you."

　　"Uncle, is this also comforting?"

　　"Ha~"

　　Li Jing chuckled, but Wu Shaobai said:

　　"Add this to the pad talk for a while, and the effect should be good."

　　Feng Zhaoyang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded:

　　"it is good."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the waiting room was pushed open again, and Hou Zhen, who was sweating on his forehead, pushed the door open and walked in:

　　"Hey hey, what the hell is this? I've suffered... oh, it's all here so early?"

　　"You are too late."

　　Li Jing said with a smile.

　　Hou Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and shook his head:

　　"Hey, don't mention it. I went to Tongrentang to buy sour plum soup. After drinking a cup, I felt that it was not enough, so I went back to buy it. Then there were a few elder sisters lining up in front of me. When they saw me coming back, they thought I wanted to Why, but I can't cut the queue after all, I can't cause trouble to the young master (Zhao Lizhao), right? I'll just follow the big sister, good guy, the big sisters bought a plastic bag each, I thought to myself. Look, this is the old gift in the neighborhood? Have you finished buying so many and going back to drink? But I wonder if there are many people in the family..."

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　The people from the second team were used to it, and they were busy with their own business. Yu Xuan took out a cigarette from his pocket and planned to light one. Wu Shaobai dug his ears and took out his mobile phone to play with, but Li Jing...

　　He really hadn't heard Hou Zhen nagging for a long time...

　　"Who knew that as soon as I entered the door, I saw so many empty buckets at the door, took a look, ho, Dongzi is also very good at it, and I also prepared sour plum soup, as soon as I smelled it, I knew it was from the Tongrentang, so I I came here after I drank the bottom of the barrel, isn't it too late..."

　　Li Jing blinked...

　　Things are wrong.

　　Some sigh. .

Chapter 1132

　　Hou Zhen is just that strong.

　　As long as there is a listener, he can talk about time and age.

　　And without a listener, he can mutter for a long time by himself.

　　Mouth shattered.

　　After chatting about the sour plum soup at the door, and seeing that no one was arguing, he sat down beside Wu Shaobai and chatted to Wu Shaobai there:

　　"Master, do we have to book a special event in Shandong? What about Qingdao? I want to eat dumplings with mackerel stuffing. Oh hey... I will never forget the taste..."

　　"Daughter-in-law, it's hot today, don't let Mingyue play wildly with the little sheep, be careful, don't let the two children suffer from heat stroke."

　　After sending a message, Wu Shaobai looked up.

　　Hou Zhen was still chatting.

　　"Squid dumplings are also fine, add the kind of extra crispy squid in it, and it's squeaky and fragrant when you bite into it..."

　　"The special event is in Qingdao? Okay."

　　Wu Shaobai said a word, and Hou Zhen said it first:

　　"Then let's go. Let's go eat dumplings filled with mackerel, I'll tell you..."

　　"You're almost done!"

　　Yu Xuan couldn't listen anymore:

　　"A dumpling is like a machine gun when you go over and over again. What are you going to do to exterminate the mackerel? If you have this skill, can you talk about it? As a guest assistant, why are you so unprofessional?"