A few seconds later, the applause stopped.
Wang Hepeng decisively snatched the mourning robe over. To him, this thing was gold. He could not damage it.
However, Luan Yunping's brows still didn't seem right.
"Since you're already wearing the mourning robe, why don't you wear a mourning hat?”
"No way! This thing definitely won't do."
Wang Hepeng, who was holding the mourning robe, suddenly put it down again and protected his head." A man values his head the most. You can't wear a mourning hat."”
"If you think it's too plain, you can add six red fluffy balls.”
"Six?" In an instant, Wang Hepeng stopped Luan Yunping. At this moment, the audience below the stage and even the entire audience watching the live broadcast were holding back their laughter.
They thought that they understood what he meant.
They slowly listened to Wang Hepeng's words.
"Good fellow, the younger generation wearing the filial hat is a son. One red fluffy ball was his grandson, two balls were his great-grandsons, three were his tira grandsons, four were his droopy grandsons, five, six…I'm really out of my generation.
I'm not even as good as my grandson."
Hahahahaha!
The moment he said that.
Those who had been holding back their laughter instantly released it.
Six red furballs. Not only were they inferior to his grandson, but they were also inferior to his grandson's grandson.
"That's amazing! To be honest, no one on this stage dared to say anything like Wang Hepeng.”
"Constantly mocking! The first match was like this, and the second match was also like this. Especially the first match, everyone was scolding Guo Degang. To be honest, Wang Hepeng's disciple was not raised for nothing. Just looking at him made one feel at ease.
They were all shouting about their master on the stage, but they knew what they meant. They really dared to stand in the wind and help their master block it.
She didn't know why, but she was a little teary.”
"A living talent. I've listened to every crosstalk performance of Wang Hepeng. I'm also a crosstalk actor myself and have been on quite a few occasions. In any case, I've surpassed Wang Hepeng.
But I can see that Wang Hepeng's performance in these two games is too rhythmic.
I can't compare to him at all.
My master once told me that satirical crosstalk is the hardest.
He did it."
"I really want to see Old Guo's expression now. Is he smiling or something?”
This competition was completely broadcasted live, and many people watched it online.
After a few jobs were done, the entire live broadcast video was filled with bullet comments.
Not a single spot was empty.
Among the judges, only Hou Yaowen and Shi Fukuan were clapping.
Beside them were a few older people who had status in the folk art troupe.
None of them moved.
"Alright, let's not talk anymore! You can go if you want to. I don't care how much you pay. Let's go. getout!”
After the mourning clothes on the table, Wang Hepeng said that he would not touch that thing anymore.
Luan Yunping was instantly annoyed." Didn't you say it was good?”
"What did we agree on? Why don't you wear these things?"
"The key is that you look like it."
"Do I look like a son? Thank you for giving me a promotion. You have to know that my master is still alive. Is it reasonable for me to go and mourn for another old man?”
Hahahahaha!
Laughter filled the entire venue. The crosstalk was getting better and better. Now, all the attention was on Wang Hepeng's reaction.
Luan Yunping spread out her hands and looked at the people below. She said helplessly," This is something that can't be helped. It's just a pity that the old man's family business is gone.
Of course, gold was excluded! Oil fields, real estate!
The most unfortunate thing was that there were a hundred maids in front of the First Master.”
"Tsk, what's the big deal? Don't talk to me." Wang Hepeng looked down on her. He placed his hands behind his back and did not look at Luan Yunping.
Luan Yunping continued to explain to the audience.
"These 100 maids are nothing. Among the top 100 of the Miss World beauty pageant, the shortest one was 1.80 meters, and the tallest one was 1.96 meters.
Those three measurements, you wouldn't even dream of it. They were all more models than models.
Sir System had said it before he died.
As long as he, Wang Hepeng, could attend this funeral, he could choose any one of these hundred beauties. He could marry one as his wife, and the remaining ninety-nine would accompany him to the South Pacific, to an island…and enjoy endless wealth!
I don't know why, but now you're here to talk about me?
So I let Wang Hepeng go? I still have to suffer this. If it really doesn't work, I'll let Guo Qiling go.”
Shaking her head, Luan Yunping took the mourning robe and was about to leave.
With a whoosh, a figure pounced over.
He grabbed the mourning robe in his hand tightly.
Who else could it be? It was Wang Hepeng, who was full of enthusiasm.
"Didn't you say you weren't going? I'll ask Ms. Hunt's son to go."
"No! He was still a child. How could he bear it? I don't have a girlfriend yet. I'm anxious, okay?”
The audience laughed at this scene.
He acted like what he was acting. He completely threw out the image of a scoundrel who was a filial son.
"No!" Luan Yunping looked at Wang Hepeng again.
"You can't not go. Your master is still fine. A teacher for a day is a father for life. You're considered his son. How can you be someone else's son? A grandson?"
Wang Hepeng didn't care about this. He roared," Those are all worldly possessions!”
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