Fang Wenqi thought in his heart, I'm afraid this apprentice can't be worshipped, so what about the inheritance of Wang Miwei's branch? According to legend, their branch has always been in the same line, I think Wang Miwei should not have accepted apprentices until now, he is so old, what if something happens to the stand-up comedy?

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Fang Wenqi is also a little confused about the current situation, He Xiangdong has no apprenticeship, and he can't do this kind of thing with this child's character, but why did he get mixed with Wang Miwei and come to Shanghai together for the New Year, what is going on?

"Old-timer, you are really an old-timer. Zhang Yushu didn't know the situation, he was still very excited.

"Dad, what's going on?" Zhang Shubai couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Yushu hurriedly said: "Oh, this ......"

Wang Miwei stood up and interrupted Zhang Yushu's words: "Mr. Zhang, I'll go back to the room first, I'm out of company." Come with me, both of you. ”

Zhang Yushu was stunned.

Zhang Shubai was also stunned, what kind of trouble is this?

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong followed Wang Miwei to the room with their own thoughts, Wang Miwei sat down on her bed, stretched out her hand, and said, "Come on, sit casually." ”

Fang Wenqi sat on the stool at the table, he frowned and pondered, but did not speak. He Xiangdong didn't sit, he was standing behind Fang Wenqi.

The atmosphere in the room was a little dull, He Xiangdong saw that the two elders didn't speak, and he didn't dare to speak first, he was also a little chaotic now, and he didn't know how things would develop.

There was silence for a while, and Wang Miwei opened her mouth first: "Do you know where I come from?"

Fang Wenqi nodded: "Yes, I heard a senior talk about this before. ”

Wang Miwei nodded.

After thinking about it, Fang Wenqi asked, "Do you have a successor?"

Wang Miwei replied, "No." ”

Fang Wenqi froze slightly, and looked back at his apprentice.

Wang Miwei said: "Okay, don't look at it, the person in my picture is your apprentice." ”

And so it was. Fang Wenqi secretly said in his heart.

He Xiangdong drooped his head, not knowing what to say.

Fang Wenqi thought for a while and said, "I don't object to this kid worshipping you as a teacher, this is also a great thing for the child." ”

Wang Miwei was slightly depressed, this person is so generous, master and apprentice are like father and son, where is there anyone who lets children recognize others as fathers. There are cases where one horse and two straddles are, but generally it happens when both branches are single-passing, and if you don't pass on your child, both branches will be extinct. And the relationship between the two masters must be very good, otherwise no one will be willing to do this.

When this kid becomes famous, will you be considered an apprentice or my apprentice? Will you be famous or will you be famous? So there will be a problem.

But Wang Miwei didn't expect Fang Wenqi to agree without much thought, which is a bit too easy to talk about.

He Xiangdong's heart swelled with a warm current, and sure enough, the master was most concerned about himself.

Fang Wenqi continued: "I also know some of your stand-up inheritance, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the strongest in the world, Xiao Dongzi can learn from you is the creation of this child." However, your seniority is too high, and I am afraid that this child will be harmed. ”

Fang Wenqi is not Haiqing, he also has his own teacher, although his master is not famous, but after all, he was brought up single-handedly. and his master, although he is an old gentleman who has changed his career to business, but after all, people have given them a name for this branch.

If Fang Wenqi is Haiqing, then you can consider whether your branch can be classified under Wang Miwei's sect, and then things will go smoothly, but the reality is not at all.

Besides, how strict the inheritance of this branch is, even if you are willing to worship, others may not be willing to accept it.

Wang Miwei said: "No, seniority is not a problem at all, you have also been in the art industry all your life, do you know what my seniority is?"

Fang Wenqi was stunned, if it wasn't for the old artist telling him this story, he wouldn't have known that there was such a branch of inheritance in the cross talk world, let alone any generational differences.

"Huh. Wang Miwei smiled self-deprecatingly: "If we pay so much attention to seniority, our branch will not be able to pass it on a long time ago." We look at the qualifications and abilities of the heirs, and if we reach the standard, we can pass on the arts, and after we leave the school, we will never tell our true origin to the outside, let alone say that we are not senior. ”

No wonder these people don't have much contact with the cross talk world, and no one knows about their situation.

"Why is that?" asked Fang Wenqi suspiciously.

Wang Miwei replied briefly: "I'm afraid of trouble." ”

Fang Wenqi nodded, specializing in a stand-up style of acting, extremely strict inheritance standards, these two points alone have to be squeezed to death by peers who speak cross talk, especially in the old society, this is too alternative.

"Okay, Toko. Fang Wenqi made a decision: "Come here." ”

He Xiangdong stood still and did not move.

Fang Wenqi turned his head, and his tone became slightly stern: "Come here." ”

"Master. He Xiangdong frowned, a little reluctant.

Fang Wenqi knew that this kid was reluctant to himself, and he couldn't get angry with He Xiangdong, sighed slightly, and his tone softened a lot: "Do you remember what I said to you when you worshiped Mr. Zhang when you were nine years old?"

"Yes. He Xiangdong replied loudly.

Fang Wenqi nodded: "Go ahead." ”

He Xiangdong stood silently for a while, then his face was heavy, and his steps were even heavier and he walked to Wang Miwei's side, and he knelt down. If Wang Miwei was an artist in another industry, he would not be so reluctant, but he also said cross talk.

When he was about to kowtow, Wang Miwei stopped him, He Xiangdong was stunned, and Fang Wenqi was also stunned when he looked up.

Wang Miwei looked at He Xiangdong, her eyes were very complicated, and she couldn't tell what it was: "I, Wang Miwei, never force people, I know that you are reluctant to worship your teacher." ”

Hearing this, Fang Wenqi was a little anxious, and was about to speak, when Wang Miwei stretched out his hand to stop his words.

Wang Miwei continued to say to He Xiangdong: "But I know that you are a good boy, and you are a person with a conscience. That's it, it's not a shame for us to pass on this branch to you, you have this qualification and this ability, and more importantly, your heart is really good, alas...... It's a pity that it's not my apprentice. ”

Wang Miwei's words were bitter, and her heart was even more lonely.

He Xiangdong's nose was also sour.

Wang Miwei sighed and laughed at herself: "Forget it, after I pass you on, you remember to help me find a successor, teach him art on my behalf, and let him worship our branch." ”

As soon as the words fell, He Xiangdong slammed his head on the ground, his eyes were red, and he shouted loudly: "Student to meet Mr." ”

Fang Wenqi sighed deeply.

Wang Miwei helped He Xiangdong up, smiled with regret and relief, and stroked He Xiangdong's thick shoulders: "Good boy." ”

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Even if their names are decided today, they are masters and apprentices, but they are not masters and apprentices, they are students and teachers, not masters and apprentices. (To be continued.) )