Sun Liucheng gritted his teeth and sold the tickets, and after bargaining, he finally bought two tickets for one hundred and fifty yuan, but the face price was only twenty-five. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Holy shit, how much does this bastard make?" Sun Liu Chengdu was almost stunned.

However, Sun Liucheng also knew that scalpers would have to pay a sum of money to collect tickets from others, but it hurt him to let him buy such high-priced tickets.

It's not that I'm reluctant to give up this hundred dollars, the key is wrong.

Da Jiang came quite late, and he didn't come until the opening, and Sun Liucheng waited for him for a long time. Dajiang has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a generous face, and he doesn't look like a particularly capable person, but his face and personality are really reversed.

The two said hello and walked in, after entering, Sun Liucheng can be regarded as an eye-opener, there are even people in the aisles in the theater, and there are many people running to the stage with stools, their tea seat position is in front, but now they can't even pass.

Da Jiang frowned, and scolded: "I said come in early, you see that there are so many people sitting in the aisle now, how can we get in?"

Sun Liucheng almost didn't scold, obviously he came so late, how could he blame him. But now that he has a request for others, he endures it.

It took a lot of effort for the two to squeeze in, and finally walked to their tea house. As the name suggests, the tea house is a seat with tea, twenty-five people, a cup of gaiwan tea is given, and twenty seats are scattered.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Oe shouted for fruit snacks again. Sun Liucheng almost scolded out of anger, yes, this is the uncle. Sun Liucheng pinched his nose and bought high-priced fruit snacks for Dajiang, and the things sold in the teahouse were several times more expensive than those outside.

Sun Liucheng's flesh hurts, but he still endures it, for good news, for the deputy editor-in-chief, everything is worth it.

Dajiang peeled the orange in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, ate a few bites of the orange, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and swallowed it, and sent fragrant tea to his mouth from time to time, all of which were comfortable.

Sun Liu Chengcheng's teeth are about to be crushed, this is all his money.

Holding back his grief, Sun Liucheng squeezed a smile on his face and asked, "Da Jiang, can you tell me where the valuable news is now?"

Da Jiang took a sip of fragrant tea and said unhurriedly: "Why are you in a hurry, let's listen to the cross talk first." ”

Sun Liucheng said: "Can I not be in a hurry, they have all gone out to find a way, if I can't get good news for a while, this will be all over." ”

Da Jiang smiled contemptuously: "What's the hurry, no matter how fast they can pass me? You, just stay here and listen to cross talk, I'll tell you the news tonight." ”

"Okay. Sun Liucheng responded.

The cross talk has opened, and all the people in the recording team are in place, and there will be a recording tonight. Da Peng is also here, and he is the host tonight.

Da Peng put on a suit, took the microphone and smiled, bowed to the audience, and said: "Guests, all audiences, welcome to the Beijing Xiangwen Society Cross Talk Conference, I am the host tonight." ”

"Da Peng. The audience shouted in unison, a large part of them listened to Dapeng's broadcast, and they were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar.

Da Peng was also looking up and laughing, and said in a broadcast voice: "Welcome to our Quyi Wenhui program, I am your old friend Da Peng." ”

Hearing a familiar voice again, the audience leaned forward and leaned back in laughter, and coaxed again and again: "Woo ......"

Da Peng was also laughing, he couldn't be so casual when he was broadcasting, but he was much more casual on the stage of Xiangwen Society.

He also came to spoof it, and regarded the host here as a broadcast: "Quyi Wenhui has accompanied everyone through season after season, and in a blink of an eye, it is already early summer, and even the air has a little bit of heat and dryness." Our cross talk to the literary society has been with you for more than three months, and tonight it is still the cross talk of the literary society. ”

"Oh ......" The audience made disgusted voices.

Sun Liucheng was a little surprised: "This host is still a radio host?"

Da Jiang ate the orange, nodded and said, "That's right, Xiang Wenshe can have today, this person has played a huge role." ”

"Oh. Sun Liucheng didn't care, he bowed his head and passed.

Da Jiang glanced at Sun Liucheng with his residual eyes, and a chuckle appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Da Peng continued on the stage: "Okay, then let's enjoy our first cross talk "Da Shangshou" tonight, the performer is still our Xiangwen Club class master He Xiangdong, and Teacher Xue Guo, everyone enjoys." ”

"Good. The audience applauded loudly.

Since Xue Guo and Guo Qing joined Xiangwen Society, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan, two old gentlemen, have come to the stage a little less, at most one a day, after all, both of them are young and older, and their bodies really can't keep up, especially Zhang Wenhai, who has been shouting that he is not feeling well recently, and he has been refusing to go to see him.

The main work of the two old men is still busy sorting out some lost operas, and the original West Chambers were sorted out by these two old men.

Fan Wenquan went to stare at teaching He Xiangdong's apprentices, and Mr. Zhang Wenhai was sorting out the big truth, there is a big truth in the traditional cross talk joke, Mr. Zhang sorted out this paragraph, and after re-modifying it, he planned to make a finale singing, and he was busy for a while, and he was not feeling well, so he refused to go to see the disease, this old man was too stubborn.

He Xiangdong and the others are very worried about the old man's body, and the truth is almost over, and when this matter is done, he will have to go to the hospital for examination and examination.

……

Now He Xiangdong and Xue Guo are a deal, this is already a fixed partner, Guo Qing is a little sad, he chased Xue Guo for six years, but the result was in vain, which is even worse than chasing Su Xiaoya back then.

He Xiangdong and Xue Guo appeared, and the audience cheered: "Good ......"

Sun Liucheng was taken aback by the scene in front of him, mainly by the big river beside him, this old boy was so excited, screaming more tragically than being raped by a bull.

The two stood in front of the stage, bowed to the audience, and after the audience's applause stopped, He Xiangdong said, "How did I become a radio station here?"

The audience laughed.

He Xiangdong rolled up his sleeves and was vicious: "This Dapeng is here to smash the field, come here." ”

Saying that, He Xiangdong was about to go over to beat someone, Xue Guo hurriedly grabbed him and persuaded: "Ouch, ouch, don't do it." ”

Da Peng also laughed as he watched from the sidelines.

He Xiangdong was still angry, but he didn't go over to beat people, so he said: "I have a big temper, and I dare to come and smash the field? ”

Xue Guo said: "You dissipate your anger, don't be like him, he is the host of the radio station." ”

He Xiangdong glared: "What's wrong with the radio host? Is it amazing? Does he earn as much as me?"

Xue Guo said: "I've heard, their salary is not low, they can have five thousand a month." ”

He Xiangdong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Before and after tax?"

Xue Guo was stunned: "Before going to bed...... Just give money?"

He Xiangdong was also a little stunned: "I don't know, generally...... It's all after bed. ”

He Xiangdong turned his head and shouted loudly: "Da Peng, how did you get the money?"

Da Peng is also a second person, and immediately shouted loudly: "There will be a little more after sleeping." ”

He Xiangdong praised a sentence: "The leader is a celebrity." ”

Xue Guo also accosted: "The red ones are all bloody." ”

He Xiangdong said: "Well, this is a strong man." ”

"No wonder there was blood. ”

The people in the recording team almost didn't hold on, and they almost couldn't record.