Looking at the homepage again, Wang Shun was furious after scrolling the mouse!
"Fuck you!" Wang Shun let out a low roar, his blood surged up and his whole body trembled.
Needless to say, Yang An's counterattack must have arrived!
"Is it out of battery or has it turned off automatically?" Wang Shun casually pressed the phone that had been turned off overnight, thinking in his mind, today is Friday, and a week has passed in a flash. After another two weeks, he can prepare to record a program at Beijin TV Station.
Wang Shun wiped his face with a towel, looked at himself in the mirror, twitched the corner of his mouth, and hummed: "If you don't give me Brother Hai's face, and if you don't give me a chance to fill the role of a comedian, I'll call your program team. , a little girl who answered the phone dared to be so cold and wanted to throw my phone away. It’s because of your lax self-education that you got yourself into trouble, so don’t blame me for being cruel!"
Yang An hesitated and said: "You can actually take it and do some charity work. How about we set up a Yang An Charitable Foundation? For example, which fans are in trouble, need assistance or something... I am not attracted to this. Money, I mean, if the fans know that the money they tipped me has been kept by her, will it affect her?"
(Room 308, Li Yue was lying on the hospital bed boredly playing with his mobile phone. He yawned occasionally and rubbed his stomach. Damn, he was hungry again. This guy Cao Xiaobao asked him to buy breakfast. Why didn't he come back? Isn't it just ten fried dough sticks? Why did it take so long...)
"This guy is worse than a beast... so shameless!"
Xiao Ai actually knew the difference clearly. It happened that the person in charge of Whale Shark Network contacted her, and the two parties hit it off immediately. They offered a reward of more than 500,000 yuan, and the website did not charge a penny. Whale Shark Network announced in a high profile that it would donate all the money to Lin Yun. She Li Yue, used for the cost of treating heart disease!
Wang Shun was holding his cell phone, a little panicked. He wanted to call Director Qiao, he wanted to call Wang Heyun, but the cell phone rang, and he almost fell to the ground in fright.
Although the war has begun, the athletes on both sides do not seem to be living in the same time and space.
At this time, Director Qiao of Beijin TV Station was in a meeting. The production department, station director, film reviewer, and some bosses were all staring at him, waiting for him to express his position.
In the fourth row, Yang An, Li Yue and Cao Xiaobao were on the TV. Mr. Li was laughing so hard that you could even see his dentures!
The other party hangs up directly!
"what!"
Wang Shun's head felt dizzy, and he suspected that he had been deceived.
Mom smiled, held Xiao Ai's hand and said, "Daughter, you don't have to be so polite. Yang An is not short of money. If you fans can watch him, it is the best gift."
Wang Shun clicked on the list and started looking at the first item: "Oh! Good thing! Li Yue is hospitalized and has withdrawn from the competition! Hahahaha! Huh? Yang An is also hospitalized? Is this true?"
It's Qiu Jiuling!
There are two pictures in the first row. On the left is a photo of Wang Shun and his partner talking about cross talk at the China Beijing TV Crosstalk Conference last year. On the right is a photo of Mr. Li with an expressionless face.
Wang Shun finally realized that he was afraid. Unexpectedly, all walks of life regarded him as a cancer and avoided him. No one dared to talk to him!
Wang Shun was anxious: "It's not Director He, I... Hey! Hey!"
"Master hasn't laughed so happily in ten years..."
"Wang Shun of the Lingnan Folk Art Troupe, right? Just wait, the guys who were beaten today are going to rush to Lingnan and chop you to death, you bastard! You are so different, you are so different!"
In the third row, another group of partners changed, and the old man had an expressionless face.
Overjoyed, Wang Shun quickly opened his laptop, and while waiting for it to start up, he carefully checked the text messages.
All the posts in my space were exploded!
Wang Shun reported the good news: "Director Qiao, Li Yue has withdrawn from the competition, is Yang An also..."
Xiao Ai was moved, and looked at Yang An's mother again with the same admiration.
When everything calmed down, my mother went back to the ward and scolded: "If you can't sing, then don't sing. What if you break your voice? By the way, the female anchor named Xiao Ai said that Whale Shark Network will reward you with 500,000 yuan, but I didn't I want this money.”
But he remembered Yang An's nickname, searched it directly, and without thinking, cursed in the first post: "Insidious villain! Don't think that because you have many fans, you can call on them to blast my Weibo! If you want to fight, just do it." Fight me openly and don't hide and use dirty tricks! Bah!"
"I know that Yang An must be pretending to be pitiful. Yes, he must be trying to gain sympathy..."
Then there are two vertical columns of connected pictures, a set of pictures.
And he discovered that from head to toe, Yang An never answered his questions, didn't name him, didn't @ him, and didn't even mention the word cross talk.
The first few messages were sent by some friends from the Internet, probably at one or two in the morning, and they were all talking about Yang An and Li Yue being hospitalized. The last few messages were all spam messages, all prompts from the mobile company, saying who was calling someone. A call came in, but I didn't receive it because the phone was turned off. Among them was Director Qiao's call.
Didi, didi, didi...
Wang Shun almost threw his cell phone away when the ding rang again, and the second person scolding him appeared, another big shot in the cross talk world!
He sings to his fans to thank them for coming to see him. No matter how much reward he gets, he cannot ask for more.
Qiu Jiuling liked it: "I have never heard of the crosstalk actor in the first picture."
In the second row, Mr. Li's second apprentice was talking about cross talk, making fun and smiling, while the old man on the right was expressionless.
Toot toot…
Wang Shun contacted Director Qi of Beijin TV Station, but he was not in the service area! Damn it, I just got through it just now!
Xiao Ai was a little frightened: "How can that be done! It's hundreds of thousands, it's not a small amount of money!"
Director Qiao hung up Wang Shun's phone abruptly, leaving him completely confused.
The official account of Happy Comedian liked: "Thank you Mr. Li for cultivating new talents. I wish him health and longevity and continue to exert his remaining enthusiasm for the Chinese folk art industry."
And Qiu Jiuling, who called just now? Don’t you know me yet? I don’t fucking know you yet!
All exploded!
Toot toot…
The phone was ringing like crazy, full of text messages, dozens of them.
Wang Shun quickly called Director Qiao back, and after just two beeps, the call was connected.
Wang Shun was upset, so he simply turned off his phone. As soon as he refreshed the web page, a familiar name @ him. It was Li Qiankun's great disciple, who sent a personal message. He clicked on it and read it.
The following replies were all from people in the media and entertainment circles. Wang Shun was frightened looking at these IDs.
Wang Shun clicked on the webpage and automatically logged into his Weibo space. He rubbed his eyes and saw more than 3,000 unread private messages. What the hell is this
There were too many comments and too many people @him. Wang Shun simply couldn't find the real owner Yang An among the crowd.
Wang Shun is going to vomit blood. If you praise Yang An, just praise him. He specifically picked up the first picture to talk about it. What does it mean
When I assist Li Xintong in her commercial concert, I still want to take the reward no matter how small it is.
Wang Shun called all the colleagues he knew in the folk arts industry, but no one wanted to answer his call!
Wang Shun complained incessantly. Just now, he was so angry that he was so angry that he was dizzy. Sure enough, the provocative reply he just sent was hung up and whipped by angry netizens!
"Scum! Scum! Bah!"
"Although I don't have any deep grudge against you, I just want to fight you! If I don't fight you, how can I get ahead? If I don't get ahead, how can I become famous? If I don't become famous, how can I revitalize the Southern Cross Talk?"
After being scolded angrily, Wang Shun was unable to resist, and Qiu Jiuling hung up the phone.
At this time, it was only about 9 o'clock in the morning.
China Beijing TV Station praised: "Mr. Li is funny and humorous!"
Five minutes later, Wang Shun was dumbfounded. His unread private messages skyrocketed again by more than 1,000!
Wang Shun was furious. What did this mean? Isn't it obvious? Why put him Wang Shun first? Does it mean that Wang Shun is not as good as Yang An
There were endless replies, all insulting his family. I don’t know how many netizens flooded his Weibo space!
"I'm in a meeting!"
This is a matter of principle, and Yang An is very clear about it.
Not one survived!
My mother laughed: "You are a patient yourself, and you still worry about others! I told her to donate it."
Wang Shun, a non-famous crosstalk master, fought until early in the morning last night. He was too excited and tossed and turned. He didn't sleep well for most of the night. He didn't get up until after 8 o'clock this morning.
My mother smiled and said with a firm attitude: "If you really want to do something, just do it from other aspects, such as charity, education, and foundation. In short, Yang An can't accept it."
Qiu Jiuling's anger was vented like a violent storm: "I misjudged you. Wang Shun, you are a real villain! Don't think that your master's residual power can protect you for life. Even if the Southern cross talk is ruined, it won't be your turn. You are not even qualified to talk about cross talk, you are not worthy of being a music artist! I warn you Wang Shun, don’t appear in front of me in the future, otherwise, I will make you suffer from my old fist!"
"Who did it to your uncle? The explosion on your Weibo had nothing to do with Brother Yang, it was my Ghost Sword leader!"
Official praise from the Chinese Folk Art Association: "Professor Li has a sharp eye for pearls, and newcomer Yang An is great!"
Bastard! We agreed to invite me to the stage to do cross talk at the Lantern Festival Folk Art Party! Wang Shun kicked over the trash can and became angry!
Did I stop you from messing with you? Who is Tang Shun, the director of the Spring Festival Gala? Why are you so impatient? Do you know who is trying to offend whom? If it wasn’t Yang An’s program team who made things difficult for me first, would I fight back against him
He had no choice. If he took the first step, he would never look back.
Wang Shun was so angry that he scrolled down two pages and couldn't read anymore.
Tang Shun, director of the Spring Festival Gala, praised: "Except for the two people in the first picture who don't know each other, the others are all the best crosstalk actors in China. In today's disadvantaged environment, crosstalk actors should help each other and unite together. They cannot learn from each other. Cao Pi behaves like that! We are from the same roots, so why be so anxious about fighting each other?"
Another call came from a leader of China Beijing TV Station. I exchanged numbers with him when the cross talk competition was held last year. Wang Shun answered the call. Just after he made a sound, the other party said coldly: "Wang Shun, China Beijing TV Station's Spring Festival Gala this year and... The Lantern Festival Party has nothing to do with you!"
The fight against Yang An was, on the one hand, to vent personal hatred, and on the other hand, to show favor to Beijin TV station. Wang Shun had no chance to become a comedian, so he had no choice but to join the folk art tea party.
"You bastard! Brother Yang has already endured this much, and you're still acting recklessly here!"
Some of the essays, random talks, random thoughts and reflections he wrote a year ago, as well as photos of himself talking about cross talk performances, were all not spared, and each one was exposed hundreds of times!
I called Wang Heyun, the leader of Qingyun Society, but no one answered!