Some people are born with the aura of the protagonist, and some people are born villains, and the characteristics of the villain are, of course, that they are born to not deal with the protagonist, despicable, insidious, and give the protagonist a stir everywhere. www.biquge.info Of course, there are also people who are not born villains, such as Wu Pengyou, who was originally just an ordinary professor, and was still loved by students in school, but since he met Wang Ling, he has become evil, his heart is getting darker and darker, and he is going farther and farther on the road of no return to the villain.

Since he was slapped in the face by Wang Ling in Panjiayuan that day, the more Wu Pengyou thought about it, the more unwilling he became, he didn't go far, he stayed at the door, and when he saw Wang Ling going home, he also secretly followed behind him all the way, and only left after confirming the address.

After that, he squatted at the door of Wang Ling's house every day, where Wang Ling went, he also followed, and when he met that he had a class, he asked his nephew Xiaoyu to follow, and when Xiaoyu was not free, he asked for leave, and he couldn't tell for what purpose, but he felt that Wang Ling was greasy, especially after learning that Wang Ling was on the news, his psychology was even more unbalanced, and he always wanted to find out what moral corruption Wang Ling had, and took pictures and posted them on the Internet to make him ruined. Who knew that the morally corrupt things were not filmed, and Wang Ling was doing good deeds.

Not only is the painting level top-notch, but it can also do magic, and it will be given away at 600,000 yuan. He didn't believe that there must be some conspiracy that must be exposed.

Wang Ling was locked up at home for three days, and he also squatted at the door for three days. Until Wang Ling went to the street to tell a story, he was shocked, a painter whose painting sells for hundreds of thousands of dollars, you don't paint, but you go to the street to tell a story, this is too unprofessional. Do you want to be so weird?

The next day, in the evening, the three grandfathers and grandsons went to the old place to start telling stories, and the number of listeners increased a lot.

The number of people has increased to more than 100 people, and the sidewalks cannot accommodate it, many people bring their own matzas or small benches to sit, and those who come early can take a seat in the front row, and some others stand on the stairs of the overpass, and some even stand on the non-motorized lane.

On the first day when Wang Ling was telling the story, Wu Pengyou was too close, but he was attracted by the special function of the microphone, and he was also fascinated by it, he was afraid of being recognized, so he could only cover his face with his hands to listen. Today he stood far away, afraid that he would not be able to resist the temptation of the story.

"I've got the handle now, you're obstructing traffic, look at me reporting you! Bah! Let you speak. ”

Wu Pengyou took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of the chengguan, afraid that the chengguan would ignore it, so he dialed 110 to call the police.

After a while, a police car came, and when I heard that it was obstructing traffic, the traffic police immediately dispatched it, and the efficiency was quite high.

As soon as he was halfway through the fourth episode, Wang Ling saw that the police were coming, so he quickly stopped.

The two uniformed traffic policemen who got out of the car wanted to disperse the crowd and make Wang Ling stop telling stories, but when they saw the crowd around them clamoring, there was a tendency to violently resist the law.

When the traffic police saw that it was not good, they had to give up, but they just drove away the crowd occupying the non-motorized lanes with kind words.

"You go back first, I'll be watching here." A traffic policeman was afraid that as soon as they left, the people who were driven away would come back, so he asked his colleagues to go back first, and he was staring at it, it seemed that he was a good comrade who loved his job very much.

This traffic policeman's name is Niu Zhongguo, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a Chinese face, very masculine, and a very good figure.

The police car drove away, Wang Ling resumed the lecture, and the traffic policeman Comrade Niu Zhongguo also joined the audience, and soon became a fan of Journey to the West.

Seeing that the traffic police were helpless against Wang Ling, Wu Pengyou was unwilling, and called several chengguan calls to complain. After the book was finished this time, the chengguan's car was late, and there were quite a few people coming this time, seven or eight people came down from a van.

The traffic police are only in charge of traffic, and can only drive away the crowd that occupies the road, and the city management is in charge of the city's appearance, you set up a stall on the street, and hundreds of people are surrounded, which seriously affects the city's appearance, he has the right to drive you away, the combat effectiveness of the city management is much stronger than the traffic police, as the first department in the country's combat effectiveness, who dares not to give a little face. They did not drive the masses away, but only surrounded Wang Ling and wanted to confiscate his tool for committing the crime - the storytelling platform.

The people around can't see it, they don't let us listen to books, and they bully our idols, it's tolerable, uncle. It can't be said that Journey to the West, as one of the four famous novels, is endlessly charming, and listeners who only listen to the book a few times have become fans of Wang Ling.

"What do you want to do? Don't move your hands or feet! ”

"Let go of the teacher, let go of that desk."

"Let go! Otherwise, even your mother won't know you. "It's a grumpy one.

"What's your name, I'm going to complain about you!"

"You go complain, I'm a temporary worker."

"Temp workers are amazing, aren't they?"

The audience and the chengguan began to push each other, and when they saw that there was about to clash, the traffic policeman Niu Zhongguo rushed up, "Hey, don't do it!" ”

With the traffic police intervening, the two sides restrained themselves, and the matter finally calmed down. Seeing that there were many people on the other side, the city management was also afraid that something would happen, so they no longer confiscated the platform, and withdrew after warning Wang Ling a few words.

Wu Pengyou in the distance was very happy to see it, let you be scared, be driven away, let you fight with me.

"I can't go on, I'm very sorry for everyone, and I apologize to everyone."

"Teacher, you can't go!"

"yes, we haven't heard of it yet."

"Whatever those birdmen do?"

The crowd is enthusiastic, the people are lovely, but Wang Ling doesn't want to make trouble for himself, he doesn't want to see everyone clash with law enforcement, so he can only decide to leave, he and Baogen moved the stage and prepared to leave.

At this time, Niu Zhongguo stood up again, "This, let me give you an idea, it is indeed not very convenient to say on the street, teacher, you can go to the park and say, there is a park nearby, it is quite big, enough to accommodate everyone." ”

"That's right!"

"I didn't think of that."

When Wang Ling heard this, this method was good, the park was spacious, and there were more listeners, which was good for the increase of his popularity, and immediately adopted Niu Zhongguo's opinion.

The masses are also very happy, there is no master here, there is a place to stay here, no need for Wang Ling to do it, just three or four masters came up, helped Wang Ling carry the storytelling platform, and a large group of people followed Niu Zhongguo and Wang Ling behind and set off for the park.

Niu Zhongguo, Wang Ling, and Wang Baogen took Xiaoqiang to the head, followed by the storyteller, and then followed by more than 100 people, all the way was mighty and full of momentum, scaring the people passing by, thinking that it was the old boy who went to the street to cut people, but fortunately he saw Niu Zhongguo in a police uniform, and there were old and young in the crowd, men and women, and it didn't look like a gangster, so he was bold.

"Sister, what are you doing here?" A curious young man approached and asked.

"Go to the park."

"Why is there such a big gang of people going to the park, and the police are following?"

"I don't know, let's all go with Mr. Wang, I heard about the book, Mr. Wang's Journey to the West sounds good."

"There are still people on the streets telling stories these days? Journey? I've never heard of it, is it really that good? The young man did not believe.

"Lie to you, I'm born to you!!"

"Well, eldest sister, you said so, I'll go and listen to it."

Along the way, many people also joined the team of listening to books because of curiosity and went to the park together.

When I got to the park, don't say, this park is really big, the park is full of people, this park has basically been occupied by square dance aunts, wave after wave of square dance gangs, each with their own camp, lined up with several phalanxes, twisting and twisting. All kinds of square dance songs are intertwined, which makes people feel the urge to jump into the river.

In March, the peach blossoms were red and sang to my sister, and my sister held her brother's hand and walked among the flowers.

The elder brother is smiling, the younger sister is affectionate, and the peach blossom is still smiling and smiling in the spring breeze.

……

You're my little banana.

I can't love you enough.

The little yellow face warms my heart.

The fire that lights up my life.

……

The aunts and uncles who were twisting and twisting saw a large group of people coming to Hulala, and they all thought that it was a new square dance gang coming to grab territory with them. Oh, this ingredient is complicated enough, there are men, women and children, there are policemen, and there are people carrying a table, do the dancers have to dance on the table?

Walking around the park, the good places in the park are basically occupied by square dances, and occasionally I see a group of retired old men singing Peking Opera, and the high-power sound even overshadows the square dance music.

Wang Ling found a place in the corner of the park to set up a platform, there were street lights, the light was not bad, and more than 100 loyal listeners were also under the command of Niu Zhongguo, consciously occupying a good seat, waiting to listen. He turned on the power of the mini microphone to the maximum, ready to fight with the sound of Peking Opera and square dance music.

With a startled shot, Journey to the West started again, and Shan Tianfang's hoarse voice quickly occupied half of the park through the maximum power of the mini microphone.

"The last book said that the Tai Bai Xing invited the Monkey King to the sky and made a little Bima plague ......"

The function of the system props is really not covered, and the special ability coupled with the wonderful storyline of Journey to the West has attracted the attention of many aunts who are dancing in the square.

"Who is this? Is there public morality, the voice is so loud! ”

"Why don't you let people dance properly?"

"What kind of sound is this, it's so loud!"

"Monkey King Monkey King? It's a good story, it's pretty good. ”

"Don't jump yet, let's go over and have a look."

The aunts are not firm enough to stand the temptation, and the sound of the book has drowned out their music, and there is no way to dance anymore.

The old men who sang Peking Opera sang at a good level, and there was a young and beautiful girl among them. Today, there was an old man who was sick and couldn't come, so she was pulled by her father to take over the shift.

This girl is in her early twenties, born with a good appearance, long hair dyed burgundy, permed into waves at the ends, hands like soft wattles, skin like clotted fat, collar like a grub, teeth like a rhino, a pair of hooking eyes, with her bewitching posture, full of red face and water level beauty.

The girl's singing skills are not bad, her voice is also sweet, and the orchid finger is compared, which attracts many old and unserious uncles and some obscene middle-aged uncles.

It turned out that there were some Peking Opera lovers around listening to them sing, who knew that by this trouble, everyone ran out and went to listen to the story, which made them angry for a while, and let people play happily?