Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

The ridicule in the barrage.

Yue Yunpeng couldn't see, but even if he couldn't see, he was already dying.

He returned to the lounge arranged by Huilin Society with a shameful look on his face.

It is said to be a rest, but in fact it is to avoid embarrassment.

It's too bad.

They leave in waves.

The young and old masters in Tianjing really won't give you any face.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

I won't spoil you.

When he arrived backstage, besides him, there were some unknown little actors.

They knew the situation outside and couldn't help but cast a few glances over there.

Who is Yue Yunpeng?
People who have appeared on the Spring Festival Gala one after another have a very high national popularity and have made a lot of money from concerts before.

It can be said that it is an existence that they will never be able to achieve in their lifetime.

The result is humiliation.

It was their boss Dalin who forced him to take it over for his own good, otherwise who knows what kind of joke it would have been.

So, he should stop doing crosstalk and continue to watch his concerts. Aren't his concerts really popular? He might as well keep them going forever.

Of course, this is just their inner complaints, and they would never say it out loud to bring bad luck to the boss Dalin.

But there is still a little bit of dislike.

"Don't be sad, it's okay, everything is fine."

Backstage, Kong Yunlong and Shaobing came in one after another, trying to offer some words of comfort.

"Is it okay? Oh, I can't even say."

It would have been fine if I hadn't comforted her, but the more I comforted Yue Yunpeng, the more she couldn't hold on and she was almost crying.

In addition to the poor performance, he also brought shame to his master, which is the most important thing, and I don’t know what his master will say to him then.

Shaobing shook his head, knowing that there was no way to persuade her, so he changed the subject to comfort her.

"It's normal that some crosstalk performers are not born with the ability to perform on the street, because times have changed and there are all kinds of performers."

"Times have changed, but isn't street dancing popular now? I thought I'd give it a try and perform better than them, but the result was..."

"Forget it, forget it, stop talking. Just take a good rest. Let's get busy first."

Shaobing said a few words but felt it was useless, so he simply left him alone for a while and took the rest away together.

So he and Kong Yunlong were the only ones left in the lounge.

Even though Kong Yunlong is broad-minded, he is not much better.

"Third brother, I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

"No, there's no shame. Was there an accident? No, it's just some minor noises. You can't see anything. Don't take it seriously."

Third brother's words made Yue Yunpeng feel a little better. Yes, maybe it can't be seen and the popularity can't be spread.

But I have to doubt my own level.

You have to know that he now has a disciple. If he is not even as good as his disciple, he is nothing.

And time passed slowly in Yue Yunpeng's embarrassment and reflection.

Until an hour later.

A group of people hurried to the street.

Their arrival did not attract any attention; there were only a few of them and not many streets.

After coming over, I asked where Yue Yunpeng was.

After asking, he walked directly into the lounge.

When Yue Yunpeng saw them, he was shocked and didn't understand why Yang Hetong brought people here.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother Yue, Master wants you to go back quickly. He's urging you to go back."

"..."

Gordon for a moment.

Yue Yunpeng began to sweat on his forehead. He had just recovered with great difficulty, but now he remembered that he had such a master.

Yes, Master saw that he was embarrassed, so why didn’t he look for him?

Even disregarding the embarrassment, deliberately disobeying him is enough to cause trouble. "What about Third Brother? Let Third Brother come along too."

After a few minutes, Yang Hetong took them to a car and went straight back to Yanjing.

On the highway to Yanjing.

Yue Yunpeng looked almost dead, with no trace of blood on his face, only pale white.

You have to know that the master’s anger is terrifying. Almost all disciples are afraid of it and dare not face it.

But what is supposed to come will still come.

They drove to the rose garden and entered the villa.

The master sat in the living room early in the morning drinking tea, his face calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Master, we were wrong."

Two people walked up and admitted their mistakes honestly.

Guo Degang didn't say anything, just drank his tea. It took him a full minute or two to finally respond.

"What did I say before?"

"You are not allowed to go to Huilin Society, let alone perform there."

"What about you? Do you still recognize me as your master? If not, then follow your senior brother's example and quit Deyun Society. We'll never see each other again. I don't want you two as my disciples either!!"

There was a boom.

The bolt from the blue made Yue Yunpeng burst into tears on the spot.

If he is not in Deyun Society, how will he live in the future?
Cao Yunjing can make money on his own, but without the Deyun Society label, he will definitely not be able to sell a single seat.

Not a penny earned.

More importantly, his master and his mistress are his parents. If he doesn't have them, he's afraid he'll die.

Kong Yunlong didn't expect his master to be so angry. He was a little scared and spoke.

"Master, we made a mistake. Please don't be angry. We will definitely reflect on this."

"Who came up with this idea? Could it be your idea, Xiao Yue?"

As the master understood them, and seeing Yue Yunpeng like that, he was 100% sure that he was the one who dragged Kong Yunlong there. You know, he was the most loyal and obedient disciple, and he didn't know how it turned out like this.

"It was my idea. I'm sorry, Master."

Yue Yunpeng's face was now distorted and he kept apologizing.

Guo Degang sighed, "Now it's okay, have you given face to the president of Deyun Club? Do you know how many people have said about Deyun Club? Have you seen it yourself?"

"..."

As an apprentice, I have never seen such a thing before. I was scared just now.

Pick up your phone and check online.

He was shocked when he saw it.

I don’t know how many self-media outlets and news outlets are mocking this.

[Deyun Society sent Yue Yunpeng to perform on the street. Is there really no one left? ]

Yue Yunpeng's performance was disappointing, and local villagers angrily criticized it as boring.

Tianjin Crosstalk Street is a joke, but the people from Deyun Club are only contradicting themselves.

[Deyun Club made another big joke. Young and old people are not buying into Deyun Club's performance.]

Looking at these, Yue Yunpeng didn't know what to do. He thought it was nothing serious, so why was it so popular?

Guo Degang was almost dying at this moment, "Why do you think I didn't let you go? To put it bluntly, you are not capable enough. In the past, if you were in Xiangsheng Street, you would either starve to death or be chased away by someone with a brick.

It makes me proud. It really makes me proud."

The master's tone gradually became stern.

Yue Yunpeng didn't dare to breathe, his head was buzzing. He was now in his forties and was once again experiencing the feeling of being scolded by his master when he was in his teens.

Fortunately, my apprentice and other fellow disciples were not here.

Otherwise he won't be able to survive in the future.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

"I stopped performing for three months."

Suspension of performance is the basic punishment of Deyun Society, Yue Yunpeng said directly.

"It's not worth it. Stay away from public appearances for a month, or else more people will criticize you. Now go to Weibo and write a self-criticism. That way you can gain some popularity."

"I understand, I'll write it right away." (End of Chapter)