"Xuan Lin, get up."
A muffled and simple-minded voice kept ringing in his ears, as loud as an alarm clock. Guo Xuanlin casually pulled it, and his hand seemed to have touched something soft. When he opened his eyes, he took a look.
A flat-faced guy was standing in front of him, and Guo Xuanlin's hand was pinching his cheek.
Holy sh * t ~~~
Guo Xuanlin quickly returned to his kennel and kept leaning back. He was panicking.
"Xuan Lin, quickly get up. Master has something to tell you.”
The person who woke him up was naturally Yue Yunkun. The other disciples were all rushing to set off. They also had to take the subway to prepare for the performance.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Yun Kun!" Guo Xuanlin caught his breath and finally remembered who the person in front of him was.
After saying this, the two of them stared at each other. The big eye was naturally Guo Xuanlin, and the small eye was Yue Yunkun.
"Uh…Senior Brother, can you give us some privacy?”
"Oh ~~" Yue Yunkun scratched his crew-cut hair. As he walked out, he muttered,"I don't even want to see this anymore. What are you embarrassed about now?"”
On such a hot day, they would sometimes gather and go swimming in the stream. There was indeed nothing to hide from men.
Guo Xuanlin might not have adapted to it all of a sudden. After he quickly put on his clothes, he put on a cotton mop and walked outside to invite Yue Yunkun in.
"Senior Brother, is there anything you need?"
Finally getting to the point, Yue Yunkun patted his forehead and said,"Look at my memory. Xuan Lin's master has arranged for us to perform at seven o'clock tonight.”
"Senior Brother has the final say. I want to tidy up my things.”
"Alright, I'll go buy the tickets. We'll meet outside in half an hour.”
Yue Yunkun went to get his bicycle key. He unlocked it later and rode to buy tickets.
In the memories of the original body, Yue Yunkun was also a rather miserable person. Among the senior and junior brothers of the Yun generation, he was looked down upon the most. Not to mention He Wei and the others, even some of the Crane generation did not treat Yue Yunkun as anything.
Although seniority was important, being famous was also important.
Guo Xuanlin sat slightly on the edge, clenching his fists. He was very excited just now, but he held it in.
The opportunity had come!
He estimated that if he were to partner up with Yue Yunkun, the theater he went to should not be very big or important, but so what?
Who didn't start from the bottom?
To be honest, compared to Old Guo performing crosstalk under the scorching sun on the bridge back then, these juniors were dressed neatly and could even perform in the theater. Were they not satisfied?
Old Guo had been able to grit his teeth and persevere in such a harsh environment, and he had even come to this point today. There was no reason for him to give up on himself when he had better conditions.
Guo Xuanlin wasn't afraid that the situation would be small, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be given a chance. As long as this opportunity came, he definitely wouldn't let it slip away from his hands.
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"Hey ~ Grandpa, let me tell you a piece of news. Old Guo sent his son to the crosstalk theater.”
A disciple of the Crane generation quietly made a phone call in the toilet.
"Hehe, Guo Xuanlin, right? With his level, Old Guo let him play?”
"Isn't that so? Old Guo sent him to the theater at the edge with that trash Yue Yunkun! This matter is absolutely true!"
The person on the other end of the line sneered,"Old Guo, there's no one left. You're pulling up the seedlings to help them grow!"”
"Master, do you have any instructions?"
"Hmph, let's help him. Old Guo wants to make his son famous so much. As his uncle, we should help him!”
"Alright ~~"
The hidden danger of De Yun Society had never been outside, but inside!
In fact, Old Guo had offended many people in order to get to where he was today. It was the truth to say that those in the same trade were enemies.
Many famous crosstalk artists couldn't wait to see Old Guo in trouble. Back then, they had collectively attacked Old Guo once, but unfortunately, this stubborn and tenacious "Tao 'er" had stood up again and even established a large family business like Deyun Society.
How could he not be jealous?
Guo Xuanlin, who was full of anticipation to clean up the mess, and Yue Yunkun, who was on the way to buy tickets, did not seem to know that there was a good person who did not want to reveal his name, waiting to give them "popularity"!
The chief editors of the influential media outlets in the capital all received calls. With the Beijing People's Daily as an example, the chief editor immediately recalled the reporters who had gone to investigate the gossip.
At the same time, there was only one order: " Go to the theater in the suburbs. Take a camera and record it. Send it to the press."”
The guy behind the scenes seemed to think that Guo Xuanlin's standard was not good enough. So, if he recorded it truthfully and published it in the newspapers, he would let the public see what kind of person his good son was!
Old Guo seemed to have heard about it through the grapevine before he prepared for the performance. After all, some newspapers had some connections with him, so he reminded him. As for how to arrange it, it was up to him.
The coffee table in the study was placed very carefully. Grandpa Yu, who was next to him, fanned himself with a folding fan and drank a cup of tea brewed by Old Guo. He seemed to have sobered up from last night's social gathering.
" I say, Old Guo, are you really planning to let Xuan Lin gain experience? He's only 18 years old, but he's actually 17. Isn't it a little…"
Grandpa Yu had always been straightforward with Old Guo. The two of them did not have to hide anything.
Guo Xuanlin's actual master was Uncle Yu, so he taught him the skills and Old Guo was in charge of discipline. These two people were like his parents. After Guo Xuanlin and his mother parted ways, it was these two people who brought him up.
" Old Yu, don't worry. Don't you know how I discipline him? If Xuan Lin didn't have those three or three, I would rather hold him back for another ten years. But now..."
"From your words, you're confident in Xuan Lin? I haven't practiced with him for a month, and he's already so good?”
Grandpa Yu folded his fan and drank the tea in one gulp.
"I'll wait and see. Remember to buy a morning newspaper tomorrow ~" Old Guo was mysterious, and Uncle Yu was also very curious. What kind of trick was this father and son playing? Interesting!!!
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