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As soon as Fang Wenqi's words came out, Zhang Yushu couldn't calm down, he stood up with a "rub", opened his mouth wide, and looked at Wang Miwei in great astonishment, he was also stunned.

The name of the King of the Pure Street is too big, especially for the old artists like Wenqi and Zhang Yushu who have experienced the art world of the old society, the King of the Pure Street is the most famous big horn in that era.

There are two Jingjie kings, one is the old Mr. Wang Jiekui of the storytelling gate, and later after the liberation, the old man also entered the national academy. But the King of Jingjie in front of him was not willing to serve the country at all, and no one persuaded him, and then this master disappeared in the art world, escaped into the vast rivers and lakes, and disappeared.

Artists were a ninth-rate profession in the old society, and they were the most despised, and no good family was willing to let their children learn art. So after the founding of New China, artists can turn over and be in charge, and they can even be officials and eat imperial food, not to mention how happy these artists are, they are all vying to enter the national troupe.

But Wang Miwei did the opposite, and an inexplicable disappearance. At that time, many people in the art world were unclear about his thoughts, and many people were speculating about Wang Miwei's mentality, saying that this person was too arrogant, and later it became more and more evil, which also gave Wang Miwei a layer of legend.

With the passage of time, decades have passed, and no one in the art world knows that there is another King of the Street Cleaner named Wang Yuanfeng, and even the old artists from the old society have almost forgotten about this person.

In the old society, in terms of fame, Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu were not as good as half of Wang Miwei when they were tied together, but they were really well-known horns.

In fact, Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu also met Wang Miwei at the beginning, but they didn't have any contact, after all, they were not people of the same level.

After so many years, everyone is too old to look good, they can't recognize it from their appearance alone, and they didn't expect that the famous King of Jingjie would actually dangle under their noses, they thought that this was just a very ordinary old artist, who would have thought that this person would be so big?

Wang Miwei sighed slightly, took the jade from Xiao Feng's hand, who was already scared stupid, took a closer look, and found that it was fortunately not bumped.

This piece of jade is square, exactly the same as Xingmu, and there are three words on it. This is also an old object, which was handed down from the Republic of China.

Wang Miwei was telling stories in the bookstore teahouse in Beijing, and there were many audiences who liked him, and when he was about to leave Beijing for Tianjin, the Beijing audience was very reluctant, and after discussion, they decided to raise funds to give Wang Miwei a piece of jade.

What he is holding in his hand now is what those audiences raised funds for him at the beginning, which was still a good story in the art industry at that time, and the social status of artists in those years was too low, and even the audience looked down on them.

The treatment of the big horn will be a little better, and there are many rich people who enjoy the play, similar to the current reward, but it is all the stuff of the rich, after the rich man enjoys the play, sometimes he will bring the artist to the house to go to that or something, especially the female artist.

But Wang Miwei is different, there are no very rich people who go to listen to his books, he is talking on the flyover, and the people who go to listen to the books over there are all working people, all of them are carrying work, and today he has carried two yuan, and he will save today's meal money, and the rest will take a shower and change his clothes to go to the flyover to listen to play, listen to a cross talk drum or something, these are the masters who just care about today and tomorrow.

In the past, how did so many artists in Tianqiao live, most of them lived on these toiling people, and rich people may not be happy to see your plays.

This piece of jade is the one that those toiling people give two cents, I give five cents, and he gives one piece, which is how to make up the money for a piece of jade, and then go to the jade shop to find someone to carve it.

So the weight of this piece of jade is too heavy, it can be said that this is heavier than any lifetime achievement award, the lifetime achievement award is peer-reviewed, but this piece of jade is a gift made by those hard-working people from their own food money to give to their favorite artists.

There was really no one else in the art industry back then, and of course, there are many people who abandon their families and careers to chase stars, but can the background at that time be the same as now?

So after so many years, Wang Miwei has been carrying this piece of jade with her, which is the best affirmation of his art, and the best reason to commemorate those audiences, this gift is more valuable than anything else.

He originally had a special small box to put this piece of jade, and he usually played with it in his hand, and now the pulp of this piece of jade is very good-looking, today in the room he took it out and looked at it for a while, He Xiangdong pushed the door and came in to find him, he didn't want He Xiangdong to see this thing, so he stuffed it directly into his pocket, and he wanted to take it out again when he went to bed at night, who would have thought that it would be ...... now Alas......

Wang Miwei sighed slightly, put away the jade carefully, and put it in the inner pocket of the clothes, the bag near the heart.

Fang Wenqi couldn't calm down, he only recognized Wang Miwei when he saw the words on this piece of jade, he quickly stood up and walked to Wang Miwei's side, and asked cautiously: "You are Mr. Wang Yuanfeng?"

Rao is Fang Wenqi's age, he is in his eighties, and now that he knows Wang Miwei's origin, he still feels so stressed, his heart is pounding, just like when he visited the first time, he was as nervous and excited.

"Alas......" Wang Miwei sighed softly and nodded slightly.

After the people confirmed, Fang Wenqi and Zhang Yushu gasped together, it's really this master, there has been no news of this person for many years, this time it is really a living legend.

Xiaofeng's child was frightened, standing there dumbfounded, he only knew that he seemed to ask for a red envelope, this group of people suddenly became like this, did he get it by begging for a red envelope? No, it's not such a big sin to ask for a red envelope, right?

Zhang Shubai is also stupid, he doesn't know Wang Miwei, he was not born when Wang Miwei dominated the rivers and lakes, and after his birth account, there was no legend of Wang Miwei on the rivers and lakes for a long time.

He also heard the three words of King Jingjie just now, and the first thing that popped up in his mind was Mr. Wang Jiekui, but the old gentleman has been dead for decades, who is this in front of him?

It looks like it's a big deal.

"Oops. Zhang Yushu slapped his thigh and shouted at Wang Miwei in surprise: "It turned out to be Mr. Yuanfeng, oops, why are you still hiding it from us, we have neglected you all this time, oops, this is true." ”

Wang Miwei smiled and waved her hand, indicating that it was okay.

Zhang Yushu continued to say excitedly: "You are obviously talking about storytelling, why do you still say that you are talking about cross talk, why are you still micro-serving private interviews, and you are still hiding from us, hey, you see that this matter is making trouble." ”

Fang Wenqi shook his head: "No, Mr. Wang is talking about cross talk, he is not a storyteller." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Yushu was stunned.

After saying that, Fang Wenqi's eyes were gloomy, and he turned his head to stare at He Xiangdong's pale face.

He Xiangdong raised his eyes and looked at the master, breathing heavily. (To be continued.) )