Crosstalk: Set Rules On Stage, Set New Graves Below Stage

Asking this as soon as he came up, Wang Hepeng was not polite, and his curse and grin made many faces smile.

With a glance, they all dislike Luan Yunping very much.

Not to mention that it was as brilliant as before, but it was all with drama.

However, among the judges, Mr. Hou Yaowen and Shi Fukuan were a bit unsightly.

They heard what Wang Hepeng said at the time and thought it was feasible.

But looking at the beginning of this one, Wang Hepeng clearly positioned himself in a position of praise, not to say that praise is not good, but Wang Hepeng's goal is to make the audience respond.

It is unlikely that he will get a high score if he no longer plays with emotions and articles on the audience.

Naturally, you have to rely on the teasing ability, but Wang Hepeng is now.

"What exactly is going on?"

The two of them sat not far away, Shi Fukuan whispered.

"I don't know, I would have asked if I knew it, forget it, let's take a look." Mr. Hou Yaowen said helplessly.

...

Luan Yunping: "Blam me, I didn't make it clear. Recently, I went abroad to see my grandfather. But something happened."

Wang Hepeng: "What's the matter?"

Luan Yunping: "My uncle is an overseas Chinese, rich! Take advantage of several real estate companies, oil fields, fleets, and wealthy countries! To put it mildly, just that house was built with money.

But it's more than ninety, and if you don't, it's gone. "

"Ouch." Wang Hepeng shook his head, "This is uncomfortable. It's not easy to be over ninety years old."

"Yeah! But this is fun and fun, Dibai also pays attention to this, you have to figure it out."

Suddenly thinking of something, Wang Hepeng grabbed Luan Yunping and said, "You have to figure it out, but you said that the Dibai Overseas Chinese is gone, so his son is so happy."

"It's a pity that he has no children."

"Yo? Is that true? The old man in love is a dead end?"

"It's not that I said, why do you speak worse than your Master!"

Ha ha ha ha!

There was a lot of laughter from the audience, and Wang Hepeng did not know how to talk about eloquence.

Luan Yunping continued to talk to Wang Hepeng, “This uncle has no son, no one can inherit the family property, and the rest of his relatives are wealthy local businessmen in Dibai, who have more money than this old man.

I didn't care about this property at all, so I lost my life in vain.

The only pity is that this uncle likes to listen to our Master's cross talk, but when he is abroad, his health is not good and he cannot return to the country.

Leave with regret.

Uncle's relatives also know this idea, so they plan to invite Teacher Guo over...! "

"Master, please go over this matter?" Wang Hepeng couldn't believe it when he heard this, "Do you want the Master to lie down for a while with the old man? Or are they buried together? I prefer the latter.

Make more money. "

As soon as the words came out, the current audience was overjoyed.

What's going to be buried together, the idea of ​​this mind is too crooked.

"That's not what I meant!" Luan Yunping tried his best to explain: "You said that if you invite Teacher Guo over to participate in this ceremony, it would be a wish to express condolences to the old man that there is spirit in the sky."

"Hey! You stupid you, if that's the case, why call our Master to go. This is a big deal. The Master makes money to keep his son. He doesn't give it to us.

I have to go for this. "

"No! No!" Luan Yunping waved her hand, "People like Teacher Guo, not you. What are you going to do."

At this moment, Wang Hepeng was completely in the state of being a fan of money, and he really wanted to fly to Dibai directly.

Constantly lean on Luan Yunping.

"Hi! I have to go. What is our Master? He is out of the times. I am much better than him. Look at how we scold our Master online now.

I can't wait to tear him apart and eat it with the dipping sauce.

Now it's so vulgar, no one looks at him at all, right?

And the Master will definitely take his partner when he goes. If it's me, I will definitely take you. How about a five-to-five split at that time. "

Luan Yunping also wanted to understand now, and patted both hands, "Yes! If we go, it would be reasonable to lie down."

"No! Is this money or funeral? You don't want to go to death."

The little baggage shook out, and people laughed, and the two seniors in the audience were also relieved.

obviously.

Although Wang Hepeng is standing in the position of holding a chorus, the choreography of this cross talk is on the top of the chorus.

It's not easy.

The rhythm is also good, with baggage.

"Okay! Okay! This time we will go there." Luan Yunping nodded and asked again, "By the way, how long will this show be over?"

"That will take a while."

"In this case, there are some things I have to clarify for you."

"what's up?"

Luan Yunping took a close look at Wang Hepeng, as if thinking about something, "Since we are both participating, do you think you need to dress up?"

"Dress up? What else do you want?" Wang Hepeng asked curiously, and glanced at himself.

"Then you can see for yourself."

As Luan Yunping said, she got a filial robe from under the table, and put it on the table, making Wang Hepeng look silly.

"Isn't this too much? You let me wear this? Your uncle and I are not relatives, what does this mean?

One day as a teacher and a lifelong father, even if Dai Xiao, it is also worn by my Master, but isn't my Master good?

This is absolutely impossible. "

"Don't let me ask." Luan Yunping wasn't happy. "There are funeral scenes in movies and TV shows, and don't some of them come out wearing these things? As a result, this has come true for us?

Now say something wrong? "

Wang Hepeng thoroughly designed this line.

As soon as the words came out, the eyes of the audience and the judges changed and changed.

Because too many people in Deyun like to use non-size stalks, especially Guo Degang said Yu Qian, and now Wang Hepeng said he is Master.

All know it is fake.

Don’t take it seriously.

After all, there is no size on the stage, and there are rules under the stage.

But there are no few people who use it to make things worse.

After saying this, Luan Yunping held this filial robe in her hand, and slowly spoke, "Well, my uncle's relatives also said, as long as you can wear them, I will immediately get two for you...!"

"cucumber?"

"Is the cucumber fair? Take two pieces of gold, sixteen and a half catties!"

There was an uproar at the scene.

Wang Hepeng was standing behind the table in a daze, "Good guy now, gold bricks! How much money do I get? Enough for my entire life."

"Just ask if you wear it? Wearing one day counts as one day's wages. Wearing forty Nine Heavens will get forty Nine Heavens."

"Wear! Wear it until the day my Master dies in the funeral. I just happen to be able to rush there without delay."

"Great filial son!" Luan Yunping stretched out a thumb, her voice suddenly increased, and she shouted.

"good!"

With a bang, one shouted for the jackpot.

There was applause in the audience, and the irony of this scene was almost incomplete.

A good sound is definitely made with the intention, now the cross talk, how dare you to be ironic here.

Moreover, it is definitely his style to call himself Master like this. .

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