There was a lot of discussion online as well. The reporters continued to report on this, giving this small theater a free promotion before it even started broadcasting. It was estimated that 50 people would be considered more than 200 people, but this time, the tickets were all sold out. There were still many people who had not bought tickets.
Of course, those who bought tickets were either really interested in listening to the crosstalk or waiting for Guo Xuanlin to make a fool of himself. The latter was more likely!
The discussions in the Weibo special chat area were even more unsightly:
"Tsk, why did Old Guo give birth to such a cold-faced master? He's not his biological son, right?”
"It's true. This kid doesn't look like Old Guo in any way. He's cuckolded, cuckolded, and Old Guo's cuckolded.!!”
"You've played too much, haven't you? But it's a little funny, hehe ~"
"Hey, be serious. Let's not talk about whether he looks like it or not. He doesn't look like a good person. He's just like Old Guo. He looks like a hawk and looks like a wolf. He's probably a ruthless person. If he doesn't perform well this time and causes trouble, there'll be a good show to watch.”
A bunch of people were gloating. In fact, there were so many keyboard warriors online who were extremely jealous. Basically, their lives were not going well. Only those who did not have to worry about food and clothing, or even had a lot of spare money on hand, would slowly improve their recuperation. Instead of arguing with others online all day, it was better to travel more, take some beautiful scenery, or do something meaningful.
However, there were so many busybodies that the trending searches had already reached the top 20.
This time, those who occasionally made time to browse Weibo also took note. Many people actually did not have a clear concept of crosstalk. They probably thought that it was just a joke.
Old Guo had been quite active in the film and television industry over the years, so he was more or less remembered.
He clicked on it and saw that some of the big V accounts that specialized in entertainment gossip all had Guo Xuanlin's picture.
He carried his luggage and faced the camera without any timidity. He was 18 years old and was in the prime of his youth. A sense of vitality was reflected from Guo Xuanlin's body.
Of course, there were also people who noticed Yue Yunkun's very festive appearance.
The more rational ones shared their thoughts."I say, there's no need to harbor such malice towards a youth.”
This time, a nest of "flies" squeezed over, inciting and insulting them.
Anyone with a normal brain would know what these people were.
A celebrity who followed the entertainment industry stepped forward. She wasn't a company account, nor was she just having a meal. Instead, she stood up and said to Guo Xuanlin,
"It's not wrong for a son to inherit his father's business. Old Guo doesn't hinder anyone from wanting his son to become a successful person. The Internet can't even tolerate a young man and has such great malice. Do the elders and children in your family know about this?”
Unfortunately, this truth could only be drowned out by the vast sea of people, and the number of likes could not exceed a hundred.
A girl in front of the screen took off her blue-light-blocking glasses. She was not short-sighted, but she had to take care of herself in this kind of work.
She lifted her long hair with her slender hands and looked at the few comments. To be honest, when she first paid attention to this industry, she started from obscurity. Only when she really entered the industry did she know the darkness.
She didn't want to say things that she didn't mean, nor did she want to take dirty money to slander others. Therefore, compared to her peers who made a lot of money, the girl insisted on her own heart and set up a bright sail for the online media.
Even though she was surrounded by the Black Sea King Yang, she guarded the sails and hoped to persuade him through her words, even if it only affected one person!
Maintain independent thinking, be impartial, and live the way you want to be the most!
This was her personal signature on her Weibo account.
Not long after, the private messages also exploded. A group of troll army's dirty words were not presentable.
It's fine if I don't look ~ At this time, I recalled the photo of the young man's vitality. Can you break through this darkness and be reborn from the fire?
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There was a saying in the industry,"Be it a mule or a horse, come out and take a walk!"
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, people started to arrive one after another from seven o'clock to six o'clock. Most of them were from the younger generation. These people probably bought tickets at the last minute to watch.
The tickets for this theater were not expensive, at 31 tickets. One had to understand that this venue was in the suburbs, and the residents 'actual spending power was only this much.
More than 100 people were probably there to join in the fun. At around 6:30, a group of 45 - 40, or even 60 - 70 uncles and aunties staggered into the theater.
In ancient times, a category of crosstalk was called storytelling. It was also a part of cross-talk. It was held in a teahouse, which was a good place for leisure and entertainment. After drinking a few sips of tea, listening to the storyteller narrate an exciting period of history, one would be more happy than gods.
The uncles and aunties were all here to seek leisure, but unfortunately, the other hundred or so people were here to find fault. Just this realm alone was more than a level lower.
Backstage, Guo Xuanlin had changed into a red coat and was holding a folding fan from Deyun Society. Yue Yunkun was wearing a black coat beside him. They did not have a mirror and could only supervise each other to see if they had done anything wrong.
"Xuan Lin, are you panicking?" Yue Yunkun had seen a lot of situations where he had to deal with hundreds of people, but this time, there were too many media outlets. His feet were trembling.
"Senior Brother, you can use the tip of your tongue to press against the roof of your mouth to ease the tension!”Guo Xuanlin suggested such a method, and Yue Yunkun gave it a try. Sigh, it really worked.
It was useless to be nervous at this time. The arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be fired. Guo Xuanlin had already prepared the script with Yue Yunkun. The whole performance today was to shock the eyeballs on the ground.
"Senior Brother, let them witness the glory of our De Yun Society!”
Guo Xuanlin took the initiative to raise his palm, and Yue Yunkun on the other hand held it.
As long as the De Yun Society was still alive, as long as there were disciples like Yue Yunkun and Guo Xuanlin, it would not collapse.
Old Guo had been too sad recently. As his disciple and son, shouldn't he be filial and loyal?
"Let's go!"
Guo Xuanlin finally took a deep breath, and his spirit was at its peak. Crosstalk was an art, and he was not a joker. He was an actor, a crosstalk actor!
Under the spotlight on the stage, a thin and a fat man walked out. The thin one walked like a dragon and tiger, showing off his youthful heroic spirit. The fat one had a smile on his face and looked rich and blessed. It was pleasing to look at.
Guo Xuanlin made an inviting gesture. Yue Yunkun was his senior brother, and he would introduce him.
"Yue Yunkun of Deyun Society"
"Guo Xuanlin of Deyun Society."
"Dear guests, good evening!!!”
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