Dad, as soon as I entered the entertainment circle, I became the favorite of the group

Fu Xu flew to Pengcheng temporarily because of something.

Therefore, Song Baoyu could only come here alone.

However, standing in front of the CCTV building, Song Baoyu was extremely confused.

Where should this go?

Looking at the passers-by in a hurry, he didn't give any chance to ask for directions.

Song Baoyu, who was still swearing by it just now, reluctantly took out his mobile phone and called his uncle Chen Yande.

The slap in the face came so quickly, and she couldn't help showing a look of shame on her face.

"Hey! Uncle, Uncle! It's me, Baoyu! I'm here, at the door!

right!I don't know how to go! "

"Okay! I'll send someone to pick you up right away!"

Song Baoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to hang up the phone, but was bumped so hard that the phone fell to the ground.

"oops……!"

Song Baoyu quickly picked up the phone, checked it carefully, and found that it was not serious.

This phone was a gift specially given to her by Yang Mi.

A gift in honor of her debut album going platinum.

For her, it has a very special meaning.

"Who..."

Song Baoyu couldn't help complaining.

But he saw a middle-aged man with a flat head, who seemed to be no one else around and didn't even have the slightest intention to stop and apologize.

Maybe he was startled when he heard Song Baoyu's complaining tone.

Then he turned around, raised his head slightly, and showed a proud expression on his ordinary face.

Song Baoyu found that although the middle-aged man in front of him was wearing luxurious clothes, his mind was probably not very bright.

Standing there stupidly, without saying a word.

"you do not know me……?"

"I'm supposed to know you...?"

The middle-aged man saw that Song Baoyu's expression did not seem to be fake, and it really didn't seem like he was pretending not to know him.

There was a trace of blush on his dark face, which was hard to see for ordinary people, and he looked a little bit annoyed.

"Little girl, don't you have eyes when you walk? Good dogs don't get in the way!"

He was old-fashioned inside and out, as if the wicked were the first to sue.

Song Baoyu immediately laughed angrily.

How can there be such shameless people in this world.

I was standing at the far end of the aisle. This person didn't have eyes, but he still had the face to blame others.

Besides, are all the people in Dijing so arrogant?

Swear at people when they don't agree with each other.

"Master, are you sure I blocked your way?"

On the grassland, for people of this age, Song Baoyu would politely call him master.

Others don't understand etiquette, but Song Baoyu's upbringing doesn't allow her to do rude things.

"Master, what master? Who do you call master?"

Song Baoyu's words of master seemed to completely anger the middle-aged man in front of him.

He kept waving his hands, as if he hated the word master.

"I don't even know 150, a country bumpkin."

Song Baoyu once again looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

It looks ordinary and has no characteristics.

He is famous?

But in my own impression, I really don't have any impression of this person.

However, facing the threat of the middle-aged man waving his fist, Song Baoyu calmly took a step back and stepped up his vigilance.

My father said that the first requirement in the face of anything is to protect yourself.

Although the middle-aged man in front of her was panting, in her eyes there was no threat at all.

But also have to be on the safe side.

"Are you famous? Why should I know you..."

joke.

So what if it's a celebrity.

Among the bigwigs in the entertainment industry that Song Baoyu knew, whether it was the national goddess Yang Mi or Liu Yifei.

It's still Big Brother Big Brother Cheng, Li Shaolin.

No matter they face anyone, they are quite humble.

Never use your identity as a special right.

"Humph!"

And at this moment, a person hurriedly walked out of the CCTV building.

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou! You are finally here, and the show has been waiting for you!"

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[140] The first time the old opera bone and the little fresh meat read is

Since Chen Peisi, the king of sketches, and Zhao Benhai, the second generation, withdrew from the Spring Festival Gala one after another.

CCTV is eager to find a new-generation skit king who is qualified to become the third generation.

After all, in the Spring Festival Gala, language programs have always been highly anticipated by everyone.

Compared with the professionalism of singing programs, language programs do not have too many requirements.

Just another form of acting.

This middle-aged man, known as Mr. Zhou, can also be regarded as an evergreen tree in the Spring Festival Gala in recent years.

It is also Zhou Haitao, one of the candidates that CCTV has been promoting to become the third generation king of sketches.

Born in an art troupe, he was just a charcoal burner in a boiler room when he was young.

By chance, I participated in a skit performance, playing the role of the boiler master in my true colors, which received unanimous praise.

This also gave birth to his strong ambition.

Step by step, he finally changed from a boiler master to a full-time employee of the art troupe.

But this boiler journey has always been regarded by him as a shame in life.

That's why when Song Baoyu called him master, he immediately felt uneasy, and that's why he lost his temper like this.

Of course, the most important thing was Song Baoyu's ignorance of him.

Self-proclaimed as a well-known sketch actor in China, and an evergreen tree of the Spring Festival Gala, he has participated in many Spring Festival Gala in a row.

He felt that as long as he was a Chinese, everyone should know him.

However, Song Baoyu's performance completely shattered the poor pride in his heart.

However, facing the staff who came out of the CCTV building, he also regained his proud expression.

With his hands behind his back, he pretended to be calm, looking like an old cadre.

It really amused Song Baoyu.

This person is really too good at pretending.

"Teacher Zhou, you are here...

How can this show continue to rehearse without you! "

Faced with such flattery, even though he had heard it countless times, Zhou Hailong still couldn't help showing a bright smile.

"Isn't this a task for the unit! Don't worry, the lines are all in my head, and I have memorized them all. It won't waste much time."."

"Mr. Zhou, you are too dedicated to what you do."

The staff of CCTV flattered me again and gave them a thumbs up.

Do not wear flattery.

Under such flattery, Zhou Haitao once again felt the celebrity effect.

"Then let's go! Didn't I ask them to prepare first?

One by one is not worry-free! "

Just as he took a step, Zhou Haitao squinted at Song Baoyu with a contemptuous expression.

"Now the rehearsal, can outsiders be allowed to come in and out at will?

I will make an opinion with your leaders later, outsiders should be prohibited from entering and leaving during the rehearsal.

This greatly affected the mood of everyone rehearsing. "

Zhou Haitao's slightly satisfied look really made Song Baoyu feel particularly disgusted.

This is really a villain's success.

The meaning of this sentence is also very clear.