He walked over to the east and asked suspiciously, "Two, what's wrong?"

Zhang Wenhai had a stinky face and refused to say a word.

Fan Wenquan smiled bitterly and sighed: "Alas, our two old men were heartbroken this time." ”

He Xiangdong asked again, "What's the matter?"

Fan Wenquan sighed again: "The people we invited didn't want to come, they all said that they had something to do, or that they didn't want to live anymore after they retired, alas, it was in vain." ”

He Xiangdong was also really taken aback, he always thought that his garden was in good condition now, it couldn't be that there was no one who was willing, he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Shi, is it that we have less money, and people don't want to come." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Wenhai burst into a foul mouth: "One less fart, one is less than 40, two games a day are eighty yuan, and the food is included, and the fare is reimbursed." Where is it less, a retired old man is very high, okay. ”

"Then why are they still reluctant to come?" He Xiangdong was still puzzled.

"Not coming?" Zhang Wenhai was still angry: "It's not that we think our temple is small, and we don't want to lose face as an artist for so much money." ”

Fan Wenquan also shook his head helplessly.

Although the situation of Xiangwen Society is slightly better now, it is indeed a small temple, first of all, it is a pure non-governmental organization, although it is now the nineties, but in the eyes of the vast majority of Chinese, a public office unit that takes 300 yuan a month is definitely more awesome than a private enterprise that you take 3,000 a month, and it must be tough, and it must have social status.

In fact, not only in the 90s, but even in the 21st century, this kind of thinking is still very marketable, and the older generation all hopes that their children will squeeze into public service with their heads sharpened, so that they can live a decent life without worrying about food and clothing.

Alas, this kind of thinking does not say who is right and who is wrong, just respect your own wishes.

Secondly, there are three actors in Xiangwen Society now, two old and one young, and a broken grass platform team, saying that it is a leather bag company, and some people believe it, there are only a few audiences every day, no wonder people are reluctant to come to join in the fun.

People must not be able to let go of their little broken temple.

He Xiangdong also sighed helplessly and said, "Alas,

Our temple is small, and it can't accommodate those big gods. ”

Fan Wenquan smiled, took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, swallowed the clouds and spit out fog, white smoke shrouded his melancholy face, and after a while, he said: "It's not nothing, I have a good friend named Chen Yifang, who is also retired at home now, he is very good, and he can speak alone." But he didn't say he wanted to join us, he said he would help first. ”

He Xiangdong nodded and said with a smile: "I'm already very satisfied if I'm willing to help." ”

Fan Wenquan smoked a cigarette, looked at He Xiangdong, nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Wenhai, who was sulking on the side, with a wicked smile, and said: "But Lao Zhang is a little miserable, no one is called, alas, popularity." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Wenhai exploded: "You fart, what kind of popularity, this is human nature, they have poor human nature, do you blame me?"

Fan Wenquan was still busy admitting: "Oops, oops, it turns out to be human nature." ”

Zhang Wenhai said: "Nonsense, it's not humane, I still had money in the eighties, and they asked me to have dinner every day, when did I ever be vague, and at that time I said that I needed help to let me speak." I finally opened my mouth once, and I didn't say yes, yes, it's only been a few years?"

Fan Wenquan said: "It's been a lot of years. ”

Zhang Wenhai opened his mouth and said angrily: "Get out, get away." ”

He Xiangdong is also laughing, the biggest hobby of the two old men in this life is bickering, you stab me twice all day long, I scold you a few times, it's over, as long as the two of them meet, they will quarrel.

He laughed for a while, then restrained his smile, and said to the two old gentlemen: "Actually, I don't blame them, it's because our temple is small, and it's normal for people to be reluctant to come." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Wenhai's face was still very ugly, but he didn't say anything to refute it, after all, this is the truth. Fan Wenquan was just smoking a cigarette and was silent.

He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Wenhai, then turned his head to look at Fan Wenquan, and then said very seriously: "It's true that our temple is small, but it's only been a long time since our garden was opened, and it's not been a year since it was full." Last year, we had one or two spectators a day, and we all took an allegro to the door to pull people. ”

"I said that we couldn't even earn a bite of food a day, and we were pouring money into it every month. But look at it now, how good it is now, the gross profit is 20,000 or 30,000 a month, and in addition to various expenses, you can still earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, how long has it been. ”

"Mr. Zhang. He Xiangdong shouted at him, stared into his eyes, and swore that "you don't have to be discouraged, they don't want to come and go with them." Now they are willing to come to Xiangwen She to help us, and they have the final say on whether they want to do it or not. But I believe that our Xiangwen Society will become popular one day, and when the time comes, they will go up to the pole and beg us to perform, and then it will not be up to them to have the final say, so you have to nod and agree. The road is still long, who has the final say. ”

Zhang Wenhai's face looked much better, and he said indignantly: "Yes, who has the final say, it is not written yet, wait and see, grandson, there is a time when you beg me." ”

Fan Wenquan suddenly said again: "That can't change the fact that you have a bad relationship." ”

"I'm fighting with you. Zhang Wenhai roared and rushed forward.

……

In the afternoon, Chen Yifang came over, this is the first time He Xiangdong has seen this old man, he is over sixty years old, but he is very energetic, his legs and feet are very strong, he said that he has insisted on exercising for decades, and now he is as strong as a young man, and there is not a single gray hair on his head.

Chen Yifang was dressed very casually, a thin and short old man, wearing a cotton sweatshirt, a pair of big pants underneath, reading a book (www.ukanshu.om) a pair of plastic slippers, shaking a folding fan in his hand, and came over in a leisurely manner.

When they met, they first said hello, he knew Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai, and said hello at random, and when he saw He Xiangdong's eyes lit up, he said with a smile: "Yo, isn't this the head of the Literary Society?"

He Xiangdong also smiled: "Don't dare to say that, you are a senior, I am just a junior, I still have to ask you for more advice." ”

Chen Yifang smiled gently, he was quite satisfied with He Xiangdong's attitude, and said with a smile: "Very good, very good young man, when can I come to work, I have only been retired for two months, and I have not said anything for a few months, and I am tired." ”

He Xiangdong hurriedly said: "You can do it at any time." ”

Chen Yifang said: "That's okay, I'll come tomorrow, I've always been alive, who will give me work?"

He Xiangdong glanced at the two old gentlemen, thought for a while, and said, "Well, I'll give you a good time." ”

"You?" Chen Yifang was a little surprised: "I heard Lao Fan say that you are funny?"

He Xiangdong replied with a smile: "I have learned everything I amused, I can come, if you don't dislike me as a junior, I'll give you a job." ”

"Okay, I don't have a problem. Chen Yifang readily agreed.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan also looked at He Xiangdong with some surprise, since the establishment of Xiangwen Society, He Xiangdong has always been funny, this is the first time to give others a life. (To be continued.) )