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In the morning, the apprentices were all practicing in the courtyard, and He Xiangdong, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai were sitting in the room. Tian Jiani led Xiao He to play outside.

The three of them sit around the stove at home, the stove is no longer in the city, but it is still relatively common in the countryside, and the rural people also like to roast around the stove, and it is okay to stew some dishes or bake a few cakes on the stove, which is convenient and practical.

Zhang Wenhai used a shovel to gently cut the charcoal ash on the charcoal fire to make the stove hotter, and he said as he rowed: "How is the TV station doing?"

He Xiangdong held a large glass cup to warm his hands, which was filled with tea, and he said: "The TV station is also negotiating with Hengyang, but after all, the copyright of the program belongs to Hengyang, and no one can say what it will do in the end." ”

Fan Wenquan stretched out his hand to roast on the fire, and said: "It depends on how strong the TV station is willing to use, if they are stronger, Hengyang will have to give in." ”

Zhang Wenhai put down the shovel and said: "I think it's hanging, the current value of our Xiaodongzi is not worth so much effort from the TV station." ”

He Xiangdong nodded, he knew what they said, and what they said was also the truth, and he didn't want to admit it but it was a realistic fact.

He Xiangdong said: "I don't know when they will be able to negotiate, but the director told me that even if the final negotiation is not good, he will let the TV station put it in another program for me." ”

Zhang Wenhai shook his head and said: "You finally opened up the situation in this show, and now that you have a new show, do you have to start again?"

He Xiangdong smiled bitterly.

Fan Wenquan sighed and said: "Now a lot of multimedia are reporting on Xiao Dongzi's match with the gringos that day, now is the time to be popular, God-given opportunity, if you miss it, you don't know when the next time will be." ”

He Xiangdong smiled bitterly again.

Zhang Wenhai picked up the shovel and smashed it on the ground, and said fiercely: "Jiang Shengsheng is a bastard, I thought he was a good person at the beginning." ”

Fan Wenquan also said in a deep voice: "He has taken a fancy to our industry to the Literary Society. ”

Zhang Wenhai snorted coldly: "It's just pinching on this kind of juncture, if you don't give him the industry, he won't let Dongzi be on the show, and he will waste such a good opportunity to become popular in vain, it's so calculating, he really deserves to be the boss of Hengyang." ”

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled, looked at the two old gentlemen and asked, "I said two old men, I have shown you all the conditions that Jiang has set up in his life, how is it, are you tempted?"

"Move a hell ball. Fan Wenquan came to say this.

"Fuck it. Zhang Wenhai scolded directly.

"Hahaha......" He Xiangdong raised his head and smiled, laughing and laughing, and the laughter stopped.

"Alas. He Xiangdong sighed and smiled bitterly, "We have been established for seven years, and in these seven years, grandma doesn't love my uncle or uncle, we are like a broken stone on the side of the road that no one cares about, no one cares whether we are dead or alive." Now Jiang Shengsheng still wants to spend such a big price to buy us, is this considered a grace of knowledge. ”

There was silence in the room for a while, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai couldn't say anything in their hearts, they were accompanying Xiangwen Society all the way to the present, when the most difficult time was the pension money of the two of them were throwing into it, and the pain and despair were only known to themselves.

He Xiangdong's voice was a little low: "Actually, I don't hate Jiang Shengsheng so much, but I am still a little grateful to him, grateful that he looks down on us Xiangwen Society." ”

"Alas......" Fan Wenquan sighed and was silent.

After a long time, the stove was covered with burned charcoal ash again, Zhang Wenhai picked up the shovel again, and said while making the charcoal ash: "Xiangwenshe must not be handed over to others." ”

He Xiangdong nodded: "Don't worry, I have measure." ”

Zhang Wenhai looked up at He Xiangdong and said in a deep voice: "I mean that Xiangwen Society must not be handed over to anyone except you. ”

"Huh?" He Xiangdong was stunned.

Fan Wenquan also said: "That is to say, Xiangwen Society can only be yours, and we two old men can't interfere." ”

"Huh?" He Xiangdong was shocked again, "No, what are you talking about, Xiang Wenshe is mine, but it is also your two, if it wasn't for the support of the two of you, Xiang Wenshe wouldn't be alive now." Besides, when you first registered, your two names were also on it. ”

Fan Wenquan pressed his hand and said: "You, don't get excited, Lao Zhang and I are also old, and we can't help you for a few years, and we can rest assured that Xiang Wenshe will be in your hands." ”

He Xiangdong said: "This property is also yours, can't you give it all to me." ”

Zhang Wenhai quipped: "I don't give it to anyone, we always have to give it to you after we die." ”

He Xiangdong was speechless and said, "You can't treat me as a son." ”

Fan Wenquan waved his hand and said, "Okay, no kidding." We also have a share in this industry, this is a fact, but Lao Zhang and I will always be old and die, Xiang Wenshe can't follow the two of us, and the descendants of our two families don't say cross talk, but also to prevent disputes in the future, so I'll leave it to you. ”

Zhang Wenhai also said: "To you, we are the most assured, no one can love Xiangwen Society more than you, and we can also breathe a sigh of relief when it is handed over to you." ”

He Xiangdong still wanted to say: "But ......"

Fan Wenquan interrupted him: "Okay, I'm usually very happy alone, how can I grind and chirp now, we supported you at the beginning, and it was also for your love of cross talk, and we didn't want anything else, so many years have passed, and we have never taken money from the literary society." ”

"As for whether the industry is industrial or not, Lao Zhang and I don't look at this, just be good to the literary society, just be good, don't care about the two who don't have money. If one day, if you He Xiangdong really soars, the descendants of our two families, you can help you, and you should repay the favor. ”

He Xiangdong's eyes were red.

Zhang Wenhai patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder and said, "Do it well, with you, we can rest assured." ”

He Xiangdong was almost moved, he sighed, and there were tears in his eyes: "Okay, then I'm not hypocritical, I'll accept it all from the Literary Society, and I have also written down all the kindness of the two of you, and I don't thank you for your kindness, but I, He Xiangdong, am definitely not an ungrateful person." ”

Fan Wenquan nodded with a smile.

Zhang Wenhai patted He Xiangdong's shoulder again.

He Xiangdong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said movingly: "Mr. Zhang, next time you pat me on the shoulder, can you not use this charcoal shovel." ”

"Hahaha......" Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan laughed at the same time.

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