"Drink." Wang Shuo put a wine glass in front of Gangzi.

"How does this smell like fruit juice?" Gangzi wiped the sweat from his forehead, the air in the bar was very stuffy, and the air conditioning was not low enough.

"How does it feel?" Wang Shuo glanced at the young man with a flushed face.

"Haha, it wasn't as hard as I imagined, it was so cool, I just didn't prepare, otherwise I could have said better." Gangzi was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

He likes to watch other people talk about stand-up comedy.

I used to watch a lot of foreign countries, and occasionally I came to a bar with my classmates and watched a talk show, so I often came to watch.

But I never thought that I could stand up and say it.

"People who are engaged in IT and research chemical industry have all gone up and said that this thing is not difficult, but I want to say well, it is difficult to treat this as a profession."

Wang Shuo had a feeling, he said it was difficult, and he would not scare off the teenager.

Just like when he learned to mix.

When I saw the video on the Internet, I thought it was just cool.

So despite his father's persuasion, he hung up and whipped him, and resolutely decided to drop out of school to learn bartending.

"Can I still go up tomorrow, Brother Shuo, are you familiar with this boss, help me talk about it." Gangzi said expectantly.

As for what Wang Shuo said, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"It seems that you really don't know anything about your own skills," Wang Shuo laughed, he clapped his hands: "Does anyone think this little brother is good, invite him to a drink, he is eighteen years old, and he is a young master." ”

In an instant, there were four or five tables in the bar, clamoring for them to please.

Gangzi turned around and stared blankly at this scene, he was finally able to spot the admiration in the eyes of these strangers.

It was an appreciation he had never enjoyed in his life.

"See, you don't need me to go to the boss and say, you can come whenever you want, remember to go to the boss and ask for your salary today, the one who sits in the corner and wears a practice uniform is the boss."

The bar owner in the corner saw Gangzi looking over and raised his glass.

Gangzi felt that today was like a dream.

It seemed that in a matter of moments, he had grown from a child to a figure who could communicate with these adults on an equal footing.

"Go back and think about it, our talk show has only developed for four or five years, and there are no more than ten full-time talk show actors in the entire capital, and the two you just saw are also part-time, and they play occasionally, only in circles, no industry, and they can't make money. Compared with the historical evolution of Europe and the United States for more than 300 years, the systematic commercial operation can be described as a world of earth. ”

Wang Shuo didn't want to trick a student who failed the college entrance examination to do a talk show.

It feels more unpromising than bartending.

Bartending doesn't require much culture at the very least.

And when it comes to talk shows, you have to have goods in your stomach, otherwise when others are saying, "How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe with your son", you can only say come on.

Or you can say Ollie gives.

Wang Shuo was curious if Gangzi would go over the next day, so he went to the bar to work part-time the next day.

Gangzi really went.

I went early.

Sitting at an empty table, he ordered a glass of wine, and buried his head in a notebook to write and draw.

Writing and writing, and occasionally laughing out loud.

He went on stage again.

The performance was better than the day before, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic, and people kept shouting for another Gangzi.

Two talk show actors who came a little late also sat down and applauded.

It's not that Gangzi, the kid, just started talking about talk shows, and he reached a high level.

Who made him young?

A child who dares to go up and talk eloquently is in itself very novel to the drinkers.

Speaking of the same level, an old bird said so.

Everyone laughed and laughed.

But if it's a child who hasn't grown all the hair, he runs up......

Of course, the freshness of the moment will always pass.

With Gangzi's current level, if he wants to rely on this mixed rice to eat, he is still early.

This kind of novice goes to a bar to talk about a talk show, and sometimes the owner doesn't give you a dime.

Even if you give it, it may only be twenty or fifty to send it away.

You don't even have to make a thousand dollars a month.

After observing like this for four or five days, Wang Shuo took two glasses of wine, walked up to Gangzi, who was lying on the table and wrote a joke, and gave one of them to Gangzi.

"Brother Shuo, why do I always feel that the wine you mix has a fruity smell."

"What kind of fruit flavor, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Wang Shuo glared at him, and then asked, "Have you thought about it, do you really want to do a talk show?" ”

"Yes, I thought about it a long time ago, and I thought about it on the first day."

"Would you be interested in coming with me to meet someone?"

"Who?"

"Our boss."

"It's you selling ...... fart"

"Fuck off, no kidding, our company is going to hold a talk show, specifically complaining about celebrities from all walks of life, with your level, it is impossible to participate, but I'll see if I can help you fight for a behind-the-scenes show, don't you know how to write jokes?"

"Just give the money!"

Then Wang Shuo brought Gangzi to Lin Dong.

"Brother Shuo, bring me a glass of banana milk, make it thicker, I'm a little hungry." Lin Dong didn't raise his head to read the script of "Outwitting the Mountain Carving".

The script has already been given over there.

Of course, not all, it's just a fragment that requires him to audition, but this story is not unfamiliar, so Lin Dong also watched other versions of the story.

This historical archetype story has been interpreted in various forms of art.

Wang Shuo left in response.

Then he revealed Gangzi, who was originally standing behind him.

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you the Gangzi that Wang Shuo said, what is your full name?" ”

"My name is Wang Yuegang."

After all, he is Brother Shuo's boss, and Gangzi is more or less restrained.

What broke him even more was that he had already recognized the person sitting behind the desk - the star he complained about on stage for the first time.

"You complain very vigorously, sharp enough."

Lin Dong put down the script and sighed, what should he say.

The video of Gangzi's complaint that day has been recorded with a mobile phone and then uploaded to the Internet, and this Gangzi also uploaded this video on his Weibo.

"Hehe, boss, I'm only eighteen years old, I'm still a virtual age, childish words, don't take it too seriously."

Gangzi couldn't wait to open the window and jump in.

Why did he choose such a person to complain in a daze?

There are so many stars, all of them with black material.

"Mr. Lin, banana milk is here," Wang Shuo moved very quickly, Gangzi was the person he brought, and it would be bad if he made Mr. Lin unhappy.

"Leave it alone, sit down."

Wang Shuo pulled the pool and sat on the sofa in the office.

Lin Dong walked from behind the desk with banana milk and sat opposite the two.

"Lin is always like this, what about Gangzi, I met it a few days ago, I picked it up in a bar, I think he is strange and pitiful, so I asked Mr. Lin, in the new variety show that the third fat brother is preparing, can he follow the miscellaneous study for a while."