On February 16, 2009, Mr. Zhang Wenhai passed away.

The eight theaters of Xiangwen Society were closed for a week, and all the actors returned to Beijing to mourn Mr. Zhang.

Chen Jun and the third child also rushed back.

Mr. Zhang's popularity in the cross talk industry is also average, and there are not many people in the mainstream cross talk industry to mourn, and some people who take care of their feelings are just asking people to send couplets and wreaths.

This also has something to do with He Xiangdong, He Xiangdong has offended them miserably in the past two years, and they don't want to come to participate in Xiangwen Society's field.

Zhang Wenhai naturally received a cold reception from them.

However, He Xiangdong still tried his best to make Mr. Zhang's funeral as beautiful and decent.

There are also a lot of media reporters here today, and they are all big newspapers and big media. Xiangwen Society is very popular now, and Zhang Wenhai is one of the founders of Xiangwen Society, and they are all willing to report.

The obituary has been sent, and the audience of Xiang Wenshe knows the news of the old man's death.

The new audience of Xiangwen Society may not know Zhang Wenhai very well, after all, Mr. Zhang has been lying in the hospital for several years, and they only occasionally know about this old man from He Xiangdong's mouth.

But there is no old audience of Xiangwen Club who doesn't know Zhang Wenhai, and there is no old audience who doesn't like Zhang Wenhai.

As soon as the news of Mr. Zhang's death came out, the outside of the mourning hall was crowded with old audiences who took the initiative to mourn.

The scene was solemn and sad.

He Xiangdong couldn't restrain his grief, and Fan Wenquan was also sad on the side.

A lot of things have happened in the past two years, and many old-timers have left, first He Xiangdong's master Fang Wenqi, then Teacher Ma, then Hou Sanye, then Zhang Kuoru, and now Zhang Wenhai is also gone.

There have been a lot of things that have happened in the past two years, Zhang Wenhai knows that He Xiangdong has a lot of fire in his heart, this kid is like an active volcano, maybe it will erupt at any time.

So before he died, he also instructed He Xiangdong to listen to Fan Wenquan's words, because there is only this one old-timer who can control He Xiangdong, and only he can suppress He Xiangdong.

Zhang Wenhai is gone, he has been tough all his life, from throwing away the iron rice bowl at the beginning, quitting the student class of the Quyi Troupe, to the later reselling of food stamps, and then to making a fortune in the eighties, and then to the subsequent establishment of Xiangwen Society. He has never bowed his head in his life, and he is not afraid of anything, but when it comes, he is still afraid that He Xiangdong will cause big trouble, alas......

Zhang Wenhai was buried.

He Xiangdong invited the portrait and tablet of Zhang Wenhai into the backstage of the Xiangwen Society, where Mr. Zhang was one of the founders and deserved a place for him.

He Xiangdong took all the actors of Xiangwen Society to worship Zhang Wenhai backstage.

There is a statue of the ancestor in the backstage of the Xiangwen Society, as well as the portrait and tablet of He Xiangdong's master Fang Wenqi, and now there is more Mr. Zhang.

Their incense is continuous, and every fifteenth day of the new year, or before an important performance, He Xiangdong will bring the actors to worship together.

This is his respect for the old-timers, and he can't forget his roots.

After the funeral, He Xiangdong gave Mr. Zhang's son-in-law the position of general manager of He Fu Cai, and also gave some shares in several restaurants and hotels under his name, as well as a garment factory, to Mr. Zhang's daughter.

He said that Mr. Zhang's descendants were his family, and he would help Mr. Zhang take good care of them, and he fulfilled his promise.

But this is also what he should do, Mr. Zhang is one of the founders of Xiangwenshe, but He Xiangdong has no way to take out the shares of Xiangwenshe, he can only compensate his descendants from somewhere else.

Although he has already compensated a lot, he knows that what he is doing is not compensation, but affection, and he is the most affectionate.

He Xiangdong has finally made up his mind now, there are many problems within Xiangwen Society, and he has been hindered by the situation and refused to deal with them.

Now he has finally made up his mind, this is also Mr. Zhang's last will, he must run Xiangwen Society well.

He Xiangdong held a meeting of middle-level cadres of Xiangwen Society, directly ordered the establishment of a performance department, and ordered the company's legal department to issue a reasonable brokerage contract as soon as possible, and he wanted to sign contracts with all the actors.

One stone came out, surging to the internal dark tide of the literary society.

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After attending Mr. Zhang's funeral, Chen Jun and the third child returned to Hengdian to finish the filming, and after the finale, they returned to Beijing.

They only had a day off, and then they were scheduled to perform, and when they were preparing backstage, He Xiangdong approached them, and they arrived at He Xiangdong's office.

He Xiangdong sits, and they stand.

Zheng Dayu lowered his head and said nothing.

There was an obvious look of displeasure on Chen Jun's face.

He Xiangdong looked at them quietly like this, and didn't speak.

After watching it for a while, He Xiangdong said out loud: "What, very dissatisfied?"

"Nope. Chen Jun said angrily.

He Xiangdong snorted lightly: "No? You have written your displeasure on your face, and you still say no? Why, blame me for stopping all your work?"

Chen Jun also looked at He Xiangdong, and he said, "Master, I don't blame you. I just don't understand, why is this, we also talk cross talk outside, we also make movies, and we also shoot TV, why do you have to bring us back. No, a lot of people have discussed with us, and they are all friends to help, what do you want me to do like this?"

Zheng Dayu gently pulled Chen Jun twice and motioned for him to say less.

Chen Jun waved his hand and broke away from Zheng Dayu.

He Xiangdong's eyes were cold, and he said, "Friends help, blame me for making you unrighteous?"

"Nope. Chen Jun shook his head.

He Xiangdong said coldly: "No, I think you are reluctant to take those opportunities to be exposed." Are you thinking in your heart, hurry up and make more movies, shoot more TV, and increase your exposure, so that you can become popular as soon as possible, right? Then you can take more jobs and make more money, right? You are blaming me for blocking your way to wealth and fame, right?"

Chen Jun twisted his head to the side and did not speak.

He Xiangdong looked at Zheng Dayu and shouted, "Third child, do you think so?"

Zheng Dayu hurriedly said: "No, no, Master, I know that you are for our good ......"

He Xiangdong shouted: "Shut up, don't talk about the scene, what do you think in your heart, I still don't know?"

Zheng Dayu was choked enough.

Chen Jun looked at He Xiangdong and said angrily: "Yes, that's what I think, this is what I don't understand." I've increased my exposure, I've become famous, I've made more money, isn't that a good thing for us to be a writer? Why are you stopping us?"

He Xiangdong said word by word: "Why, ho, why, that's a good question, you first have to think about how you are where you are today." Those people outside have lifted you to the sky one by one, right? Those big bosses outside have smashed you with money, right?"

"Ten years ago, you Chen Jun was just a child who dropped out of junior high school, why didn't they come to give you money, why didn't they come to call you a teacher? And you are the third child, ten years ago you couldn't even support your wife and children, why don't you want to think about this?"

"What is it that makes you have today, a little bit of achievement will float, and you won't even go back to the garden, and you won't even come back to talk about cross talk. You say to yourself, how long has it been since you practiced? Do you still want me to block you in a corner and teach you a wrong word and a big mouth?"

"You can't forget your roots, what are you doing today, you put the cart before the horse, and you think you're quite reasonable, if you don't understand, get out and want to go, get out. ”

He Xiangdong got angry and blasted the two boys out.

Fan Wenquan was also in the garden, he was in the corridor, he looked at the back of Chen Jun and the third child leaving with a worried expression, and then looked at He Xiangdong's door, and sighed heavily.

Fan Wenquan took a step forward and wanted to enter He Xiangdong's room, but he shrank his hand again, he put his hand in his pocket, frowned, and sighed deeply.

Fan Wenquan turned around, his body was rickety, and he walked out slowly, with the unrelieved sorrow between his eyebrows, and said helplessly as he walked: "Zhang Wenhai, Zhang Wenhai, you are walking happily, this stall will be pressed by me alone, and I have to hold it down." ”