Xu Er's father was drinking and chatting with his friends in the business world, and everyone came to watch the ceremony today to give him face, all of them were hundreds of thousands of lords a day, and in addition to being busy with the company's affairs, he was talking about business, and there were very few leisure times.

Today, with the light of Lao Xu, he stole half a day of leisure. Old friends get together, don't talk about business, only about feelings, so they are all very interested. Even the two boys on the left didn't come, and they didn't see a figure on the right, so they were a little unhappy.

They are all friends of their father's generation, so they can't be so favoritistic!

Just as he was about to go over and capture the little guys of the two forces and pour them wine, he heard a round of applause over there.

Hurriedly took a look, and found that there were already three layers of people on the inside and three layers outside.

Strange, could it be that when our brothers were drinking and bragging, something happened?

Let's go, let's see.

Xu Er's father took the lead, and a group of greasy middle-aged uncles who were convex and pouted came over curiously.

As soon as I arrived, I heard Xu Qiang's voice.

"I have cleaned up the place of the Huguang Guild Hall, and I will start to renovate it in the near future, and strive to launch the first cross talk small theater performance during the New Year's Day.

Small theater?

Next to the Huguang Guild Hall?

Isn't that what Lao Tzu wants to use to open a clubhouse?

Xu Er's father scolded in his heart, and his first reaction was to be furious, when will I let you arrange the store next to the Huguang Guild Hall, do you know how much it is worth!

No wonder he came back a while ago and asked me what that house was going to do. I didn't bother to explain so much to him, so I said I was idle. I didn't expect this to be remembered, and I dared to cut it first and then play!

Boy, you're fat!

But in front of so many people, you can't squeeze in and beat your son.

Do you want Lao Xu's face anymore?

Hmph! I'll clean you up when I get back!" Xu Erdad swore in his heart.

"Good boy, since you love and support traditional arts so much, I will give you a policy to save face, as long as you operate properly, I will ensure that your small theater will not be harassed by relevant departments for no reason. A Qingyue voice came, and it immediately made the sulking Xu Erdad 'Huh!'.

Isn't this Yu Wenji, the descendant of the Yang School of Peking Opera, the vice president of the National Peking Opera Company, and an artist with both virtue and art, this is a big name in the industry! Now he is only in his 40s, but the leader of the Qingzhuang School actually supports Xiaoqiang so much?

Is this little theater important?

According to some of the information that his son told him when he came home before, and then combined with the discussion voices in the crowd, Xu Er's father quickly figured out the old fritters who had been crawling around in the mall all his life.

If you do what your son says, it's not impossible. Doing business is all about 'one trick to eat all over the world'.

Now that there are so many artists supporting us, there's no reason to lose money.

And even if it is a loss, his own family can afford to lose, and it is worth it to practice for his son.

After all, the operation of small theaters can also be classified as a business field, as long as it is a business, it is all the same.

Let this kid beat himself for two years, and when the climate is ready, he can easily hand over the family company to him, and lead his wife around the world, wouldn't it be happy!

Haha, things are finally on the right track! Xu Er's father, who turned the corner, was overjoyed, he actually hoped that Xu Qiang could inherit the family business, but he really couldn't stand Xu Qiang's stalking and stalking when he loved his children, so he had no choice but to introduce Li Zaiwen to learn cross talk.

Every time I dream back at midnight, I sigh and sigh, and I can't help my father.

I thought that there was no way out of the mountains and rivers, but I didn't expect that now the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Meng Fanzhu looked at Xu Qiang with a smile, the future president is still very talented in speech, at least he is not stage frightened in front of many heavyweights, but what is the name of the small theater, his own name is indeed a weakness, let it be handed over to Xu Qiang.

Xu Qiang didn't last long, and the toast ended in laughter, and was taken to them by Xu Er's father, of course, Meng Fanzhu didn't run away.

Fortunately, these uncles still paid more attention to their image, and they didn't make any effort to pour wine, and in the end they just let Meng Fanzhu and Xu Qiang make three glasses in a row, which can be regarded as punishing the two of them for their wrong behavior of not coming here to toast first.

The banquet ended in harmony, friendship and joy, and everyone went back to their homes.

I wanted to invite a few family members to my house again, but everyone was busy.

Uncle Xiaochang hurried back to the studio, Fuyu was still waiting for him; godmother He Ying needed to rush back to the company, she was busy with business recently, and she entered the strong woman mode again; Lu Yuanyuan didn't have any work to do, but she asked her best friend to go for beauty in the afternoon; even the eldest brother Tao Yunfeng left in a hurry after the end, and it was said that he rushed back to the camp to meet the upcoming leadership inspection on Monday.

Meng Fanzhu was a little dumbfounded, he originally wanted to take this opportunity to get together with his family, but he didn't expect everyone to be so busy, it's a pity.

Sending the master, who had drunk a little too much, to her home, Anya drove to the supermarket and bought some nutritional products for her master, Mr. Wen, and the ingredients for tomorrow's cooking.

After returning to the house, Meng Fanzhu took a shower, changed into home clothes, and comfortably hugged Anya and read quietly at home.

The world of the two is really every second, as long as the little girl is by her side, everything will be fine.

Early in the morning, after homework and breakfast, Meng Fanzhu picked up Anya and was about to go to Master's house when the phone rang.

"Duoduo, my dear eldest nephew, are you going to your master's?" Shi Daya's voice came.

"Hehe, uncle, first of all, my main task today is to accompany my master, if you have something, I will definitely not have time. Meng Fanzhu clearly sensed his intention from Shi Daya's tone.

Not only did he pinch the crew into a monolith with the support of Sun Yusheng, but also successfully found many actors, after Li Case Meng Fanzhu read the actors' information, he was surprised how Uncle Shi did it, it was just the same as the lineup of the original drama in his dream life.

The magic of time is too wonderful for people like us to peep into.

"Then you come and pick me up, I told my senior brother, I'll go today. Shi Daya was stunned and didn't say anything.

"Okay, half an hour here. Meng Fanzhu naturally doesn't always ask, today's big things can't affect himself to accompany his master, Master Professor Wen Tao said that the old man has lost three or four pounds during this time, which is very serious for Wen Lao, who has not changed his weight for decades.

How to explain, to be honest, Meng Fanzhu didn't think about it.

First give the master the number of pulses, and then comb it with righteousness, then make a nutritious and easy-to-digest meal to replenish the master's body, and finally accompany the old man to talk and write.

Meng Fanzhu's entire plan is here, but if Uncle Daya wants to come, he may be able to get twice the result with half the effort. Master doesn't say that he loves him the most, the key is that Uncle Daya is more capable of talking about the mountains, and he will definitely not be lonely with him.

Ma Liandao, far away, saw Shi Daya smoking with a baseball cap.

A unique man like Uncle Big Tooth, no matter where he is, is like a firefly in the dark, so distinct, so outstanding. The melancholy eyes, the sparse stubble, and the cigarette that burned to the butt of the cigarette in his mouth......

"Zuolan!" As soon as he stopped the car, Shi Daya opened the window and looked at Anya with his eyes staring.

"Dreaming!"

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