The years of red flags

"Brother Erbai, please don't mind it."

Erbai shook his head: "I used to mind it, but my dad taught me the rules of making friends for adults, so yours is nothing."

Wang Sicong stood up, and Erbai said, "There are new toothbrushes and new towels in the bathroom, please wash up."

After Wang Sicong cleaned himself up, Erbai poured him a cup of tea and said, "I won't keep you here tonight. My parents are out and I have to find a way to eat."

"What are you saying? As your brother, how can I ignore you?" Wang Sicong said with a smile, "Brother will take you out to eat delicious food."

"No, because I have found a way to make a living."

Wang Sicong asked curiously: "Where are you going to eat?"

"I'm going to Tianqiao later to listen to the crosstalk of the fat black guy, and have dinner backstage."

Wang Sicong smiled and said, "Okay, then take me with you. I have never been to the backstage of a crosstalk performer."

"It seems like you've been to other actors' backstage."

Wang Sicong smiled obscenely and said, "I've been to the backstage of those nightclub performers."

"Well, shut up. Don't instill your decadent and weird knowledge into a positive and optimistic young man like me."

"Okay, I forgot you were still a minor."

It was the first time for Wang Sicong to enter the backstage of a crosstalk performance, and also the first time to listen to the crosstalk of the fat black boy. He laughed so hard that he couldn't stop.

Erbai took him to eat a box lunch backstage. This guy didn't seem disgusted at all and just focused on eating with a relish.

What made Wang Sicong curious was that when the young crosstalk actors backstage saw Erbai, they all called him Uncle Bai or Uncle Erbai.

"Why do they call you uncle?"

Erbai smiled and said, "In order to learn how to curse, the little black fat boy specially worshipped Uncle Zheng as his teacher, so the little black fat boy called my dad uncle, and these are all his disciples, so naturally they call me uncle."

"Then why didn't that little mine call you uncle?"

"I'm very capable."

Wang Sicong said with disdain: "Now that he has the ability, he has no manners. This guy is too uncultured."

"There's nothing I can do. My eyes are all looking up to the sky."

Wang Sicong pointed at another skinny apprentice and said, "Why does he call you Erbai instead of uncle?"

Jiang Erbai said helplessly: "He also thinks he is capable and thinks that the current performance venue is his responsibility."

Wang Sicong held his chin with his hand and said, "It feels like the backstage is quite chaotic, with human relationships everywhere."

"If you work under his wing for a year or two, I guarantee you'll be able to handle the ways of the world with ease."

Wang Sicong smiled and said, "Based on the professional knowledge in my mind, I feel that this entertainment company will definitely have conflicts and may even fall from grace."

"I know." Erbai shrugged. "Not only do I know, my parents know too. I've told Little Black Fatty about it, but he can't do anything about it for now and can only let it go. But my dad said that it's impossible for the company to fall from grace. These two who think they are capable are actually just that good. The whole place is actually relying on Little Black Fatty and Big Brother Qian'er to hold it up. As long as they don't fail, the company will not fail."

"Crosstalk is quite interesting." Wang Sicong said with a smile: "This is the first time I find crosstalk funny. I used to watch crosstalk on TV shows and didn't think it was funny." "This is street crosstalk, down-to-earth, with comedy as the top priority. The little black fat man often says that if even crosstalk is not funny, it would be too funny."

“Do they have shows every day?”

Erbai nodded: "Every day, more than 300 days a year."

"Then I have to come and listen more often. It's too stress-relieving."

Jiang Erbai said disdainfully: "Where does the pressure come from for a person who idles around and spends his days drinking and partying?"

“You don’t understand the troubles of adults.”

Jiang Erbai asked curiously, "Is your family urging you to get married?"

"how do you know."

"You are a lazy, hated playboy. What use are you to other than procreating offspring for the family?"

"That's too contemptuous. Let's go. I'll take you home."

Because of the urging of the accountant, Jiang Erbai had to go into the laboratory the next day and re-plan the entire experiment.

Wang Sicong also went home to ask his father, and was credited with a merit. He was very happy about what benefits this would bring to him in the future. Although his golden body was not indestructible, his son's future would be easier. He wanted to burn some incense to thank the gods at that time.

After the New Year, the social environment gradually returned to its busy state and people began to devote themselves to their intensive work.

In Jiang Hua's impression, in his previous life, we officially became the world's second largest economy this year, but this goal was achieved last year. In the astonished eyes of people all over the world, it took us only about 30 years to accomplish a miracle that no one else in the world could do.

In March, Forbes released the new year's rankings. Although Jiang Hua no longer warned them, Forbes selectively forgot about Jiang Hua, as if he was just a pauper.

In the new Forbes Global Rich List, the world's richest man is no longer the man who has held the top spot for more than ten years. Bill has officially been pushed off the altar by another man.

People all over the world know a fact: Mexico’s misfortune is that it is too far away from heaven and too close to the Ugly Country. This is the point that many fighters against the Ugly Country like to attack the Ugly Country the most.

After these new rankings came out, many fans of ugliness started clamoring online. They said that Mexico is too close to the Ugly Country, so it is a tragedy. Now Mexico has become the richest man in the world, so how can it be a tragedy? It is clearly a paradise of happiness.

Jiang Hua even called Bill to comfort him: "Hey, buddy, are you okay?"

Bill said calmly, "I'm fine, nothing's wrong, everything is normal."

"But you just lost the world's number one title." Jiang Hua gloated, "Don't you feel any emotion at all?"

"It's just a title." Bill said nonchalantly, "Money is just a number to me. Being number one in the world doesn't bring me any benefits."

"How is that possible? Microsoft made you the world's number one, and your world's number one position increased Microsoft's popularity. If you lose the world's number one throne, people will wonder if Microsoft's business is shrinking."

Bill laughed and said, "Let them doubt it as much as they want. Everything is fine with Microsoft."

Jiang Hua said, "I hope so, but I want to inform you in advance that I am planning to reduce my holdings of Microsoft stock."

"Why? Because of the title of the world's number one."

(End of this chapter)