Withering cross talk: a piece of truth, mountains and rivers shocked

Chapter 133
The king of leather pants quacked while watching the game.

While pointing at the TV screen, he said to the manager who was complaining about Lin Qingfeng's wickedness:

"Go and buy me tickets for Zhang Qingyun Club, I want to listen to cross talk."

The agent said in his heart that you might be bewitched, but he dared not say it due to the power of the king of leather pants over the years.

I had to advise him:

"Brother Feng, although Lin Qingfeng is indeed very popular, it is very suitable to catch the heat."

"But we are engaged in music, which is an elegant art. Going to Qingyun Club, isn't it appropriate?"

The king of leather pants is called Wang Feng, mainly because he likes to wear leather pants.

Basically every singing stage was photographed. His upper body clothes were not heavy, but his lower body was wearing leather pants.

Plus when I was frivolous at the beginning.

Wang Feng once said that he is half of pop music.

In fact, he used to be hot too.

However, social media has become popular in recent years.

The most active group of people on Weibo is not Wang Feng's audience.

Some of them do not like Wang Feng's music, and some have not even heard of it.

It's just purely following the trend.

Jokingly called him the king of leather pants.

Laughing at Wang Feng, every time there is a major event, there will be a bigger event in the entertainment industry to grab the headlines.

As a result, once, a marketing account posted an article "Why Wang Feng can't make the headlines".

It summarizes how Wang Feng got the headlines each time.

As a result, this article hit the headlines.

Brokers are in a hurry.

On the contrary, Wang Feng himself has become Buddhist about these things.

He is also very happy to play music, sing and have a concert when he has nothing to do.

Headlines are not headlines, he doesn't pay as much attention to this matter as netizens imagined.

So, a word of caution to brokers.

Wang Feng just waved his hand: "There's nothing wrong with the popularity, I just think his cross talk is nice."

This manager has been with Wang Feng for a long time.

As long as 20 years ago, when Wang Feng was called half of the country.

Therefore, the agent is very clear about Wang Feng's personality.

I know that I cannot persuade myself.

He stopped wasting his saliva and went to book tickets for Wang Feng.

And on the TV, Lin Qingfeng had already imitated the old and the young and the two stingy ghosts in other people's shops.

Because I don't want to spend money to buy glutinous rice balls, I desperately drink soup.

The two drank until their stomachs were full of water.

They drank up all the soup in the kitchen for making glutinous rice balls.

"Lantern Festival has become pot stickers."

The vivid image makes people laugh out their teeth.

Lin Qingfeng:
"The shopkeeper sat there and looked at it, and he was happy, 'Oh, I don't know if you are kind-hearted or shameless.'"

He has added a new character:

"I've never seen you like this. Are you still driving here? Which dim sum shop did this car come from?"

"There's nothing to do in this rainy day. I'll spend the cloudy day with you. We have rules here, let's chat for a while, ask a question, you have to answer it, and you don't need a penny."

Yu Qian was surprised: "Oh!"

The audience also felt that the owner of this shop was really generous.

There is something else to say about the shopkeeper that Lin Qingfeng learned:

"I can't answer, and I have to give us money for the soup."

Given how stingy the old man is, he naturally agrees.

Lin Qingfeng said:

"Go out, I'm so smart!"

Lin Qingfeng imitated the words of the shopkeeper again:

"There are two questions, you can choose to answer one."

"As long as you get the answer right, you can turn around and leave. It's fine. You can choose the first or the second of my two questions. If you answer correctly, you can leave."

Yu Qian wondered:

"Don't talk about the topic, just choose it?"

Lin Qingfeng imitated the old man's voice:
"I choose the second course!"

"Okay! Listen, the second question is: In what year did this happen?"

Yu Qian: "Yes."

I just praised one sentence and realized that it was wrong:
"What is it?"

Lin Qingfeng also realized something was wrong, and said in a child's voice:
"I choose the first one!"

He imitated the shopkeeper's tone again: "It's late, it's late!"

Lin Qingfeng changed the old man's tone again, with a look of sudden realization:

"No, you are called a liar!"

The manager looked proud:

"Who lied to you? Huh? He drank several tanks of water from us, you know?"

Yu Qian explained to the audience:
"Oh, that's what the first question is about."

Lin Qingfeng continued to learn from the shopkeeper:

"Ah? Not like you. I'll give you another chance. I'll count to three and apologize to me. It's over. Three! You don't have a chance!"

Obviously, it is a story of fighting wits and courage.

Lin Qingfeng switched to a normal narrative tone:
"The shopkeeper is too smart, and your father is speechless when you ask him. To be honest, this matter—"

While speaking, he made a gesture.

Stretching out his hand to stroke his beard again—stroking the floor-length beard he described for Mr. Yu.

The audience was amused.

It also left Yu Qian speechless: "Don't stroke it!"

Lin Qingfeng learned from the old man:
"You don't count! You are a playful person! I also have a question, you have to answer it, I will give you money! Listen! Nine faces, eight mouths, one woman, nineteen and a half legs .”

Yu Qian was puzzled: "What is this?"

Some people in the barrage began to speak one after another:

"I know! It's a monster!"

"Hahahahaha said that the monster made me laugh!"

"Lin Qingfeng yyds! I laughed until I rolled all over the bed..."

"Good guy, rolling all over the floor on the bed, this is a difficult move!"

The shopkeeper really didn't know either.

Lin Qingfeng pointed his hands together, and pointed in front of nothingness:
"One point to this table, 'This is the Eight Immortals table.'"

Yu Qian wondered: "What's going on?"

Lin Qingfeng is confident:
"Nine faces, eight gods and eight faces, one table face, nine faces."

"Eight mouths, each of the Eight Immortals has one mouth, and the table has no mouths."

Yu Qian nodded: "Yes, yes, a girl?"

Lin Qingfeng: "He Xiangu, isn't she a woman?"

Yu Qian was stunned for a while, and then asked: "Where are nineteen and a half legs?"

Lin Qingfeng didn't explain directly this time, and propped up the table with a fan.

Guide Yu Qian to think by himself like a teacher:
"You count, the Eight Immortals have a few legs."

Yu Qian really listened to him: "The Eight Immortals are - two eight 16, sixteen legs!"

Lin Qingfeng added: "The table has four legs."

Yu Qian realized something was wrong: "This is twenty legs."

Lin Qingfeng said:

"There's also a Tieguai Li inside."

"Nineteen and a half legs! Didn't guess it, haha! There's still a cripple here."

"It just so happened that the manager who had been sitting there was crippled, and then he stood up—"

Lin Qingfeng switched to the Sanhe words of the manager:

"I didn't expect that! It's okay to drink Yuanxiao soup for nothing, just kidding me! Dude! Pass me that kitchen knife!"

Yu Qian said: "Okay, this is to risk your life."

(End of this chapter)