At this time, Guangzhi called him.

It's strange, it's so late, why hasn't Guangzhi slept yet?

However, Feng Hao just found an excuse and went out to answer the phone.

Guangzhi: "Haven't slept yet?" ”

Feng Hao: "What's wrong?" You said. ”

Guangzhi: "It's nothing, I just want to talk to you." ”

Feng Hao smiled: "Tired of work? ”

Guangzhi: "I'm tired of life. ”

Feng Hao smiled: "Want me to find you a Taoist temple?" ”

Guangzhi scolded: "Find your sister!" ”

The reason for Guangzhi's poor state recently is naturally that the pressure of life is too great, although he has made a lot of money by accumulating fame, but the more he earns, the more he spends.

After all, people's energy is limited, and he said that he feels like he is going to collapse for a while.

Feng Hao: "Then you can rest." ”

"Hey." Guangzhi sighed: "You think I'm like you are free, you can do whatever you want." ”

"By the way, the audition for the new season of "Talk Show Competition" has begun, do you know?"

Feng Hao: "If you don't mention this competition, I almost forgot that I am still a talk show actor." ”

"Tut-tut... Guangzhi: You can't forget your roots, Mr. Egg also specially made the audition into a show, called "Talk Show Cloud Audition". ”

Feng Hao was not surprised: "After all, a businessman, he has always been able to do his job." ”

Guangzhi was a little worried: "Judging from the click-through rate of "Talk Show Conference Cloud Audition", the popularity of this show is very average. And judging from the composition of the contestants since the start of the broadcast, it is basically the process of the royal relatives being recruited, and the others are just accompanying the prince to study. ”

Guangzhi added: "Those contestants who have been promoted, except for the actors signed by Xiaoguo Culture itself, are basically contestants who have participated in the "Talk Show Competition" in previous seasons. ”

Feng Hao: "Isn't this normal, if you make a show, you must praise your own people first." ”

"But what's the matter with you? Are you worried about a hammer here? You're not going to audition, are you? ”

Guangzhi said helplessly: "Big brother! I'm a mentor! ”

"Ouch ouch~" Feng Hao smiled: "Yes, you can be a mentor?" ”

"Captain, you look down on people, don't you? Why can't I be a mentor? ”

Guangzhi shook his head: "But to be honest, the performance of these amateurs is really too poor, and many people have never even been exposed to talk shows." ”

Feng Hao smiled: "I haven't been in contact with it, but how did I win a championship." ”

Guang Zhi glanced at Feng Hao: "Captain, you are so talented, how can they compare with you!" I'm telling you that these players are really amateurish, and the quality can't be compared to last time. Li Yiliang was promoted alone. ”

"Do you remember who it was?"

"Li Yiliang?"

Guangzhi; "It's the unity you sang about is Li Yiliang! ~”

Feng Hao: "Hahahaha! I remember, he's still talking about stand-up comedy. ”

Guangzhi: "Everyone else is unbearable, they can't even shake their burdens, and in the words of the industry, they won't pave the way and bury the stalks." ”

Feng Hao: "I don't think they know how to foreshadow, or they are very clumsy, verbose, and not concise enough. ”

Guangzhi nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes!" The foreshadowing of these contestants is too grinding. ”

"And the biggest mistake made by these players is to imagine the audience's receptivity too low, for fear that the audience will not understand their foreshadowing, so they also added a lot of unnecessary details when foreshadowing."

"It's like running a kilometer to jump rope, how to say it, it's like an old lady's footcloth, stinky and long!"

Feng Hao also agreed: "Indeed, it is a watershed that distinguishes the professionalism of the joker, and the foreshadowing ability of the joker directly affects the density and frequency of the burden in the entire joke." ”

Judging by Guangzhi's reaction, the contestants participating in the audition may not even be able to lay out a burden within a minute.

"But you shouldn't call me so late just to talk about this, right?"

Guangzhi was stunned: "Then what else should I say... Borrow money? Then you can borrow a little from me if you have the money. ”

Feng Hao: "How much do you want?" ”

Guangzhi: "Brother, don't be so serious, I'm kidding." ”

"Hey! Who else can I talk to if I don't talk to you? ”

Feng Hao: "I don't think you still have any training camps, haven't you cultivated talents?" ,Actually,Who didn't start as an amateur?,Everyone has their own life materials.,What is lacking is the processing and processing ability of jokes.。 For example, the same ingredients make different dishes. ”

Guangzhi nodded: "Yes, the reason why the dishes they make is unpalatable is because of their blindness and incompetence in foreshadowing and rhythm. There is a contestant, whose profession is still a copywriter, and his writing ability and expression skills are poor, and he has been talking for a long time, but he has not said a word to the point. ”

Feng Hao: "I can't compare with you, your expression ability is very strong, and you know how to express it concisely and powerfully." ”

Guangzhi: "Brother, you don't praise me less, I can't compare with you, your writing and expression skills are too strong, newcomers can only express their meaning clearly in a few hundred words, and you can express it clearly in dozens of words." ”

Hey, how did this turn into a commercial blow-off?

Feng Hao waved his hand: "In fact, it's not that if you can write, if you write more, you can have very good writing skills, but to exercise a concise, powerful, and understandable writing ability." ”

Guangzhi agrees: "That's right, if you want to become professional, you have to develop the ability to be good at discovering baggage." Listen to jokes often, write jokes often, and look for good baggage everywhere in life. ”

Feng Hao added: "When this habit becomes an instinct, amateurs are very close to their profession. ”

Guangzhi: "Brother, you come to be a mentor, I think you are much stronger." ”

Feng Hao: "Ouch! I've been talking for so long without paying attention, and I'm going to record a show tomorrow, so I'm hanging up! ”

Guangzhi's ears sounded a toot...

“... The captain is still so casual. ”

It was indeed late, and he sent a message to Wei Yongning, but Wei Yongning did not reply to him.

He didn't bother to go in, lest he couldn't get out when he got there, so he took a taxi back to the riverside apartment.

......

By the time Feng Hao got up, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

He slept for twelve hours.

Fortunately, Shanshui Ju is on the outskirts of the magic capital, so it's really not good to take a taxi and spend more money.

Feng Hao looked at the open door and knew that Wei Yongning had not returned all night.

This guy has gone to save women's souls again...

Feng Hao washed up briefly, opened the refrigerator again, and had nothing to eat except for drinks.

Forget it, let's stop eating.

He contacted Wang Lei, Teacher He and Zifeng again, the purpose was to see who happened to be nearby and could let him rub the car.

But he thought too much about it, and he didn't reply to any of them.

Feng Hao simply sat on the sofa and ordered a pizza.

Unconsciously, he has recorded many issues, Feng Hao folded his fingers and calculated, there should be two more issues to end.

Thinking about it like this, I'm really a little reluctant.

In "Longing for Life", Feng Hao really learned cooking... Although this is not what he wants.

But it's strange to say, when he was hungry, his first reaction was still to order takeout.

"What's the matter, scoundrel! What is there to trouble the master! ”

Wang Lei suddenly replied with a message.

Feng Hao: "Hey, master, how can you spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?" ”

Wang Lei: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and let it go if you have a fart." ”

Feng Hao: "We just want to ask, when will you go back to Shanshui Residence?" ”

Wang Lei: "Hehe, you kid want me to pick you up, don't you?" ”

Feng Hao: "Master is wise! ”

Wang Lei: "Come down in half an hour!" ”

This... Feng Hao thought about the pizza he had just ordered, and if he didn't have time to eat the pizza, let the master make it!

.....

Two hours later, Feng Hao followed Wang Lei to the Shanshui Residence.

He swore never to share a car with Wang Lei again, and his ears were calloused when he heard it all the way.

"Yo, why are you here together?"

He Jiong also seems to have arrived early.

Wang Lei waved his hand: "I'm not a good person, let him rub the car." ”

Feng Hao gave a thumbs up: "Yes, yes, the master is the best!" ”

He Jiongle said: "I heard that there is going to be a writer in the new issue, Feng Haoke finally has someone to treat you." ”

"Oh, who's coming?" Wang Lei was also a little curious.

He Jiong whispered a few words in Wang Lei's ear.

Wang Lei was happy, pointed at Feng Hao and said, "You kid is finished, look at how you still play with your mouth." ”

Zifeng also came in with a large bag at this time.

"Who's finished, who's finished?"

I saw Wang Lei and He Jiong both looking at Feng Hao in unison.

Zifeng looked at Feng Hao gloatingly: "What's wrong with you, what's the big trouble again?" ”

Feng Hao waved his hand: "Go, go!" You're in trouble, I don't know anything. ”

"Oh, I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Feng Hao pointed at Zifeng: "Look, it's a model of being lazy." ”

Zifeng scolded: "Stinky Feng Hao! I'll die if I don't scare for a day, I don't have time to eat in order to catch the car! ”

Feng Hao pointed to the packing box on the table: "I haven't had time to eat the pizza I just bought." ”

"Brother Feng Hao is so good!"

Wang Lei and He Jiong looked at each other and smiled, and then went back to the house, they couldn't mix in the world of young people.

The recording didn't start until the next morning, so everyone was more comfortable in the evening.

After eating, I cleaned up, and it was almost 11 o'clock.

I heard that the guest here this time is a writer, could it be that someone came? This is rare.

It seems that this writer is very famous, otherwise the two teachers would not have made fun of themselves.

Hah... Feng Hao yawned, people who stay up late often need a week to make up for it.

At this time, Feng Hao also put the quilt on his body and fell asleep.

......

"Welcome, welcome."

Not to mention that the writer's routine is unpredictable, Feng Hao glanced at the time, it was only less than seven o'clock in the morning, and the aftershock cloud arrived.

He Jiong picked up Yu Zhenyun's bag, and Yu Zhenyun hurriedly grabbed it: "Don't you dare, don't dare." ”

He Jiong: "It's okay, I'll help you put it in..."

Yu Zhenyun said nervously: "Then if the things in the room are lost, who will it be?" ”

"No, no, count mine as mine." He Jiong still insisted on picking up the bag.

Feng Hao listened to the music on the side, and there was such a communication?

Then Yu Zhenyun hugged Wang Lei again.

He said, "I also look forward to your cooking." ”

Feng Hao also walked out at this time

He Jiong introduced: "Teacher, this is Feng Hao. ”

Feng Hao bent down and stretched out his hand: "The teacher is good, the teacher is good." ”

Alas... He Jiong suddenly pointed to his sleeve: "You scratched my clothes, whose is this?" ”

"Where?" Aftershocks looked nervously again.

Wang Lei smiled: "You will touch each other when you meet." ”

As he spoke, he slapped Feng Hao, who was smirking on the side: "What are you laughing at, you think it's okay?" Come with me to cook. ”

Feng Hao pointed to his mobile phone: "Master, it's only 7 o'clock, isn't there egg buns for breakfast?" ”

"Do you know how to be hospitable?" Wang Lei rolled his eyes: "The guests are here, is it possible that you still have to go back to sleep?" ”

Feng Hao touched his head: "What the master said is, what does the teacher want to eat?" My master will do it. ”

He Jiong proposed to go around the aftershock cloud.

But Aftershock, who grew up in this environment, was obviously not interested, "Let's go, let's go together, I'll take a look at your kitchen too." ”

Feng Hao only knew that this writer's name was Yu Zhenyun at this time, and hurriedly searched the Internet for his information.

Yu Zhenyun, born in Yanjin County, XX City, Central Plains, is a male writer and screenwriter. He is currently a member of the Presidium of the Chinese Writers Association.

At the age of 30, he began to publish works such as "A Place of Bird Feathers" in "People's Literature".

With a royalty income of 16 million yuan, he ranked 6th in the third "Chinese Writers Rich List".

He was also awarded the highest honour of the Pyramid Culture and was awarded the "Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres" by the French Ministry of Culture in recognition of the impact his work has had in the French-speaking world.

Feng Hao flipped through the industry's comments on him again:

Mr. Yu has a considerate and transcendent insight into the world of the underclass and the little people, and his is actually centered around the predicament.

The dilemmas of mediocrity, the dilemmas of isolation, the dilemmas of communication, etc., so he has ridicule and irony in it, but these dilemmas constitute the reality of life for each of us.

Yu Zhenyun's humor is probably more buried under the text, and his humor is the truth of life caught in complicated language, which is either a little ridiculous, or a little cold, or even a pleasure in suffering, self-contempt, and not obvious, and you need to ponder hard.

His humor is a bit winding and absurd, but there is no lack of warmth - this "most winding writer in China" is no less well-known than a film and television star.

......

He Jiong also followed him to the kitchen rarely, and Zifeng also came over.

Yu Zhenyun looked at the lettuce on the table and said, "This lettuce, if it is directly cold, this silk is also okay." ”

Wang Lei turned his head and glanced at Yu Zhenyun: "Well, it's very good, you like to eat, don't you?" ”

Yu Zhenyun waved his hand: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. ”

Wang Lei picked up the lettuce on the table, "I'll mix one for you, no problem, mix a shredded lettuce." ”

"You like to eat shredded lettuce."

Yu Zhenyun reluctantly said: "Then let's mix one." ”

Wang Lei: "Okay, okay." ”

Feng Hao glanced at He Jiong, Teacher He was snickering at this moment.