The fat little black man said in surprise: "Hey, this gentleman is so powerful, even Mr. Lu Xun who can scold him doesn't dare to talk back."
Zheng Tong didn't answer him. The fat little black man seemed to be holding a supreme heavenly book and almost worshiped him.
From now on, I, the little black fat guy, will be fine. From now on, no one will come to my door to scold me. If I scold him, he will be asking for it.
After returning home with a curse book, the little black fat man read it carefully and felt like he was enlightened. After careful study, the first thing the little black fat man did was to dislike himself.
After acquiring new skills, when I think about it again, I realized that in the past, he was just like a shrew who cursed people in the street. Not only did he have no technical content, but he also had no style.
The little fat man who was immersed in the book at first and couldn't get out suddenly thought of something. Zheng Tong told him that if you can thoroughly study this book, your cross talk can also be improved to a higher level.
The fat little black man closed his eyes and began to think about the connection between the art of cursing and cross talk. Cross talk is not only funny but also satirical. If the language in this book can be used for satire, it will undoubtedly be much more advanced.
.
Thinking of this, the little black fat man felt like he had found a treasure. This was not a curse book. This was his little black fat man's guide to clearing the world.
After studying hard for more than a month, Xiao Heizi performed cross talk in the small garden, which made the regular customers happy.
"This month, the little black fat guy has enlightened himself and is much better than a month ago."
Another old customer nodded: "Yes, that's how I felt when I listened to Mr. Ma's cross talk. But this little black fat guy is far worse than Mr. Ma. He still needs more practice."
"What you are saying is so fresh. He is only in his early thirties this year, and with some training, by the time he is fifty, he will be almost on par with Mr. Ma."
Now that the little black fat man is on stage, his demeanor is already quite impressive. In his previous life, he would have had this kind of demeanor, at least ten years later. As the saying goes, he has poetry and books in his belly, and books that curse others are also books.
Zheng Tong also listened to the little black fat man's new cross talk, and tapped his finger on the table with great satisfaction: "Yes, this kid has just seen the ropes for the first time, and has initially got rid of shit, piss, and the lower three ways. In fact, these things can be used
If you handle it more skillfully, you won't feel so sick when listening to it."
"Then you can be his teacher."
Zheng Tong nodded: "Didn't I tell him, I taught him how to curse, and he treated me as a disciple. After all, he is a malleable talent. I will accept him as my disciple."
"As a teacher, you can't mislead someone's disciples. If you accept someone as your disciple, you have to teach them something."
Zheng Tong nodded: "Of course, I will teach him the Twenty-Four Histories first. He must be rigorous in his studies. When he writes a paper that satisfies me, he will teach the next step."
Jiang Hua pointed at Zheng Tong and scolded with a smile: "You idiot, when someone talks about cross talk, do you want to train him to become a master of Chinese studies?"
"Why not?" Zheng Tong said with a smile: "As long as he has learned to that point, I can even recruit him as a graduate student. A master's degree from Beijing University will be fine."
Jiang Hua directly gave Ya'er the middle finger: "I know that you are specially appointed as a professor in the Chinese Department of Beijing University and can recruit graduate students, so there is no need to show off in front of me."
"This is a matter of ability. We are both graduates of Beijing University. I am a doctor, and you are just a junior college student. I am now a graduate tutor, and you are just a rich boss. We are also human beings. I can't help but sigh, you
What is the difference between you and me?"
"The only difference is that I give you a big pussy."
After the show ended, the little black fat man respectfully invited the two grandfathers to the backstage and respectfully called them uncle and master. The little black fat man's disciples also had to call them master.
"Today's performance has improved a lot." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "If you keep working hard in this direction, the mainstream cross talk world will not find any fault with you."
"The reason why I want to change is that I want my cross talk to be more advanced. It doesn't mean that I don't want them to find trouble." Little Hei Fatty explained: "I don't take them seriously at all. I have always been with them.
I compete with myself and hope to make some progress every day.”
Zheng Tong said lightly: "Just lie to yourself. Don't lie to us. If you don't care about how others find trouble, why do you ask me for advice on how to scold others? This means that you still care. If you really don't care, you should be like
Just like Jiang Hua, he didn’t react in any way.”
The fat little black man expressed his opinion: "I am still far from Uncle Jiang's state, and I still need to practice hard."
Zheng Tong nodded: "Since you call me master, I cannot be stingy as a master. I have to give you some greeting gifts no matter what."
"The master wants to send it away, so I can only take it."
Zheng Tong laughed loudly: "There are several major theaters in Beijing, and one of them is Guangde Building. I bought it back then and entrusted it to the district to manage it. It will be your headquarters from now on."
Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment: "Why didn't I know when did you buy Guangde Building?"
"You know Liu'er, I let you know everything, so how can I hang out?" Zheng Tong said arrogantly: "Guangde Building was also dilapidated back then, and the district lacked funds, so I just bought it.
After it came down, it was later entrusted to the district for management, and the rent collected has been used for repairs. It took more than ten years to repair it before it looked like it does now."
The little black fat man knelt down with a plop. Over the years, the little black fat man had worked hard and spent a lot of money to perform in the theater, and he was always being tricked secretly.
Because now that cross talk is on the big stage, some people don’t want cross talk to return to the streets to perform. It’s not that they feel they are losing their status, but that they feel confused on the big stage. Street performances test your skills. Comparing the two will make them look like they are
Very incompetent.
Now that Guangde Building is their headquarters, it means that this little fat man has a solid base. Now that he has established a foothold in the base, he will flex his muscles to expand territory.
"Thank you, Master." The fat little black man lay on the ground and kowtowed three times. He got up and burst into tears: "Mr. Zhang, we don't have to worry about the theater anymore."
Mr. Zhang was also in tears: "Yes, Gangzi, I've suffered a lot from you. From now on, you can work freely."
Jiang Hua smiled and applauded: "Master has given you gifts. As an uncle, I can't live without gifts. I have not prepared anything today. Your master actually gave Guanggang Delou as a base. Then I will buy all the performance equipment."
