Lu Yuanhang was stunned when he heard Wang Xian's voice on the phone.

"What is this Jiang Wei?" Lu Yuanhang asked while holding back his anger.

"Ah?" After hearing Lu Yuanhang's words, Wang Xian was in a daze and didn't speak for a long time.

Lu Yuanhang thought Wang Xian didn't hear clearly, so he continued to speak word by word, "I said, what is that person named Jiang Wei!"

Lu Yuanhang is already suppressing his anger. What are the three vulgarities? Why do such brainless things exist in any world? Then the cross talk is almost gone, why don't you tell me to oppose the three vulgarities? Are you awesome?

Go talk cross talk!

Wang Xian was stunned by Lu Yuanhang's words, and said blankly, "I don't know what he is..."

Lu Yuanhang snorted coldly, "Then he is nothing!"

Wang Xian was stunned, and then he subconsciously said to the phone, "Boy, let's just talk about this. Don't..."

Lu Yuanhang interrupted him directly, "Did I offend him?"

"What?"

"Did I say I provoked him? Did I steal his things? Did I scold his grandma?" Lu Yuanhang really couldn't suppress his anger.

"This..." Wang Xian hesitated.

"I want to get him!" Lu Yuanhang gritted his teeth.

"Don't be impulsive, kid, he's not easy to mess with now." Wang Xian quickly stopped Lu Yuanhang. He was really afraid that Lu Yuanhang would finally gain momentum and hit the iron plate.

Lu Yuanhang smiled silently, telling you that labor and management are absolutely inappropriate for such a thing! Lu Yuanhang said to Mr. Wang in a deep voice, "Uncle, if you support me, you are still my uncle, but if you stop me in this matter,

, then we will have nothing to do with each other from now on, no one can swallow this tone!"

Wang Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You kid, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!"

Lu Yuanhang didn't speak. He looked at the sky outside and thought about his character. If he had left it alone, he might have swallowed this breath. But this afternoon he just understood his life. What the hell is going on?

Let yourself be criticized for no apparent reason?

hehe.

Lu Yuanhang sighed quietly, "I don't want to talk nonsense about thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. I only want to say that it is not a man's behavior to endure a moment of anger!"

There are many people in this world who are not cowardly, but they have always believed that it is wise to endure and keep quiet to get rich. But they forget that there are often people who will show their face. Even if you tolerate it, they will not

Spare you, he will think you are easy to bully, and he will get worse!

A good person will be bullied by others, a good horse will be ridden by others!

"Jiuhang, listen to me..." Mr. Wang finally wanted to persuade him again.

Lu Yuanhang closed his eyes, looked at the scenery outside, and sighed into the phone, "Uncle, have you ever thought about it? I can bear it, but the cross talk can no longer be tolerated!"

"If you don't tolerate it any longer, it will be gone!" Lu Yuanhang's eyes were a little moist as he thought of the two old men Guan Jiuliang and Wang Jiuling, who were stubborn, aggrieved, and running around for cross talk.

"Just treat it as a pity for the cross talk!" Lu Yuanhang's tone was melancholy.

"Or, pity Uncle Guan and Uncle Wang, they can't go through any more trouble!" Lu Yuanhang's tone became slightly choked.

Mr. Wang on the other side of the phone was already in tears. He could imagine the helplessness and bitterness of the two old friends before they met Lu Yuanhang.

"Jiuhang, please fix it." Wang Xian's empty eyes slowly became sharp.

No matter what, I am still a cross talker! I, Wang Xian, have already given up on it once. This time, I have to help when I change my gang.

"What?" Lu Yuanhang didn't understand.

"Go ahead and fix it! No matter what happens, I'll fight for you! I'm an old man, but I still have some weight no matter what!" Wang Xian's voice was unusually firm, and he felt that no matter what happened, he felt like he was doing it.

Lu Yuanhang looked at the phone blankly. He was a little confused. In fact, by saying so much, he meant to ask Wang Xian not to stop him. After all, if a top star really doesn't want to cause trouble for himself, he has many ways.

But I didn’t expect to get such a big surprise?

Lu Yuanhang grinned. He felt more comfortable than ever before. What a surprise!

No matter how awesome Jiang Wei is, there are still people behind us!

"Okay, Uncle Wang, I'll check the wind direction online first! You go to bed early!" Lu Yuanhang showed concern for Mr. Wang for the first time.

Wang Xian listened to Lu Yuanhang's voice, shook his head helplessly and said to the phone, "Sure, let me know as soon as anything happens."

"Okay, see you later!" Lu Yuanhang happily hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuanhang got up and got out of bed. He came to the computer desk with a smile and started to start the computer.

Jiang Wei? What kind of person are you?

After the computer started up, Lu Yuanhang squinted and opened Weibo and searched for Jiang Wei.

What comes into view is a series of Jiang Wei's names: President of the Ming Dynasty Art and Music Association, deputy director of the Ming Dynasty Crosstalk Art Troupe, deputy director of the Ming Dynasty Peking Opera Art Troupe...

Lu Yuanhang only felt that the name of this product was high-end, classy, ​​and cool.

But looking at the number of fans, it’s 320,000?

Why the hell doesn’t one Internet celebrity have more fans?

…………

Fuhe Community.

This is a fairly comfortable environment. A middle-aged man about fifty years old is lying on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth.

This man's hair is meticulously combed, he has a modest smile on his face, and his gold-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his fairly straight nose. At this moment, he is talking to the person on the other end of the phone with a smile:

"Director Dongfang, the matter is almost done." There was a hint of elegance in his voice.

"Okay, Xiao Jiang, thank you for your hard work. You did a great job! Come back to my house and let's have a drink." On the other end of the phone, it was Dongfang Wuluan who we hadn't seen for a long time. At this time, Dongfang Wuluan also had a smile on his face.

With a cheerful smile.

Dongfang Sheng's uncle is the chief director of TV Station One.

"Well, it's all trivial. There's nothing wrong with drinking. It's just my brother..." Jiang Wei's voice was a little hesitant.

Dongfang Wuluan waved his fat hand, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "Okay, Jiang Wei, do you need to remind me about this? I'm not Alzheimer's, don't worry, your brother is one of us, he will be here in two days

The promotion certificate will be in his hands!"

"Haha, Director Dongfang, it's my younger brother who judges a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. It's my brother's fault. In two days, I'll be the host. I'll give him a toast and make amends!" Although Jiang Wei said he was being submissive.

words, but there was still a flat smile on his face.

"Okay, brother Jiang, I have something to do here. I'll hang up now. Let's talk later!"

"Okay, see you later."

Looking at the hung up phone, Jiang Wei pinched off the cigarette butt, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

Everything that needs to be done has been done. Whatever happens, just leave it to fate!

Dongfang Wuluan on the other side looked at the comments on Weibo with a smile on his face.

Jiang Wei: "The Sorrow of Crosstalk"

Text: Speaking of cross talk, I feel sad. As a traditional art that once flourished in our country, it is now like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Since the death of Mr. Guo Caimao, the master of cross talk, people in the cross talk world have been searching for nothing. Our great Ming Dynasty has no more cross talk talents that we can use!

Countless crosstalk people have been unable to recover because of this. Over the past ten years, crosstalk seems to have become a sad thing in the past. I clearly remember that there were still people who worked hard for crosstalk in the past few years. I don’t know where they are now?

Yesterday, a popular variety show appeared, and a young crosstalk artist came out with a crosstalk that disappointed me to the core.

Actually speaking, I didn't watch TV at that time. I heard this cross talk on Tianjin Radio. As the president of the Folk Art Association, wandering around Tianjin Radio every day has become a habit that I have developed over the years.

When I first heard that the announcer said that a cross talk was going to be broadcast, I couldn't believe my ears. I thought for a while that the announcer had made a mistake, but to my ecstasy, a cross talk was actually played!

At that time, I was happy from the bottom of my heart, and I once thought that cross talk could be saved!

I think a hero has appeared in the cross talk world who can turn the tide! He will use elegant language and a teasing tone to radiate confidence on the stage!

I listened carefully with anticipation.

But to my great disappointment, this cross talk didn't seem to be what I imagined. It went straight to my heart like thunder.

I heard an ignorant tone, and he said ridiculous things aggressively. What made me feel even more sad was that the audience was actually made to laugh by it?

What is it? Why has the cross talk completely changed its tone?

I clearly heard the abuse of friends, the disrespect for elders, the slander of the great profession of doctors, and the disrespect of our thousand-year civilization!

Vulgar!

vulgar!

Kitsch!

I just want to sigh

Yellow-mouthed kid!

It’s a pity that my Ming Dynasty has no one?

We must oppose this! Oppose the three vulgarities!
To be continued...