Actor: Thank you.

Finished watching Uncle Benshan’s “Torchbearer”.

After listening to Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain".

After counting down and officially entering the New Year, Zhang Yuan turned off the TV.

He was not so addicted to the following shows, especially "Unforgettable Tonight".

Ask the waiter to come in and clear the table.

He went to the bathroom and took a shower.

I sent the suit to the hotel for ironing.

Get everything ready so that you can go out and sign some contracts with Harvey.

When my assistant is not around, I have to handle all these trivial matters by myself, which is quite troublesome.

If you are not careful, you may miss one or two items and end up in a mess.

I still had some free time, so I picked up an entertainment magazine from the lighthouse and started reading it.

"Writers' Strike..."

He saw that since last year, the Eastern and Western Writers Guilds of the Lighthouse Country had united to fight against the Television Producers Alliance.

More than 10,000 screenwriters participated in the strike.

This caused a large number of TV series and movies to be suspended and production to be postponed.

Including the hits "Ugly Betty", "The Office", "Desperate Housewives", "Breaking Bad"...

It lasted for a full 100 days.

The direct and indirect economic losses caused are at least several billion US dollars.

Regarding this situation, Zhang Yuan feels.

"pity."

“How come something so good only lasted 100 days?”

"Be more alert."

"Don't lose face."

"keep going!"

Of course I enjoy watching you white people fight each other.

Not only this time, there have been several major strikes in the future, each of which caused severe damage to the film and television industry of the Lighthouse Country.

Because once talents are lost in some industries, it is difficult to replenish them.

The quality of Hollywood screenwriting is declining.

The most obvious one is the Marvel series.

This series was already extremely formulaic, so what were the other things that happened later on?
Of course, it is not just the screenwriter's fault, there is also the influence of diversity.

The cultural poison that the Americans had spread to the entire world eventually poisoned themselves.

drop by drop...

Just as I was watching Hollywood making a fool of itself, I heard my cell phone ringing.

I picked it up and saw it was Fan Bingbing calling.

"Oh, just say you can't do without an assistant."

He forgot to call all his acquaintances to wish them a happy new year.

As a result, someone called him first, which was so bad.

"Hello, Happy New Year." He picked up the phone and said with a smile.

However, there was no familiar female voice from the other end of the phone, only silence.

"Hey?"

"Are you listening?"

"Bad signal?"

About ten seconds later, a strange male voice came from the receiver.

"Are you Yang Guo?"

Zhang Yuan frowned, moved the phone from his ear to his face, and checked it again.

"It's Fan Bingbing's number..."

"Hello, who are you?"

"Are you Yang Guo?"

The other party asked again.

He listened carefully.

This way of asking questions feels a bit silly.

And listening to the voice, it seems immature and a bit childish.

Fan Bingbing found a little man to come and ask me for an explanation?
She has a boyfriend?

"I'm Zhang Yuan. Excuse me, why are you calling me with Miss Fan Bingbing's phone?"

"Hey hey hey..."

After he finished speaking, a chuckle came from the receiver.

What the hell, it's scary.

"You are Zhang Yuan!"

"Then let me ask you!"

"Are you my sister's boyfriend?"

Ok?
When Zhang Yuan heard this, he reacted immediately.

bad boy!
The only person who could do this is Fan Bingbing’s younger brother Fan Chengcheng.

Good boy, you are using your sister's cell phone to make a call, right?

I'd like to see what you want to do.

Zhang Yuan did not answer, but asked back.

"How do you know I'm your sister's boyfriend?"

"Hehe!" The boy laughed smugly.

"I looked through my sister's address book and you were pinned at the top."

"And she kept mentioning you during the New Year's Eve dinner."

"I said I was able to win the grand prize because of you."

“That trophy is pretty nice.”

"Really? You like it?"

"Of course. Bring it to school. My classmates will be envious."

Okay, I got it. I stole the Golden Horse Awards trophy.

"So what do you want from me?"

"Are you chasing after my sister?"

"My sister is so beautiful, although not as pretty as me."

Zhang Yuan: …

Your second-hand genes don’t even resemble those of your sister’s family, and yet you still say you’re prettier than her?
The only thing you have is a longer neck than your sister's.

Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered that this guy had endorsed a spicy duck neck advertisement in the future... How suitable!

"You want to pursue my sister, do you want to get some benefits from me?"

"I didn't even get a red envelope for Chinese New Year. Is that appropriate?"

Oh, you’re trying to blackmail me for money. I’ve made note of that.

"Red envelopes are easy to talk about. How much do you want?"

"Listen carefully and sit tight, or I'll scare you!" Fan Chengcheng swallowed and said bravely.

"I want a thousand dollars!"

"This number is too big." Zhang Yuan replied with a smile.

"Then 800 is fine."

Zhang Yuan: …

You are easy to talk to.

"But we need 100 more autographed photos."

"You have to call my classmates to prove that you are my friend."

Okay, I’ll call and show off, I’ll make a note of it.

"So, I'm overseas and can't come to your hometown in Shandong."

"Give your sister the phone number. I'll tell her to pay first and then give you the New Year's money."

"As for the rest, I'll help you with it when I return home, okay?"

“Hahaha, Yang Guo is so nice!”

"I will definitely speak well of you to my sister."

"Thank you." Zhang Yuan still smiled.

He calculated with his fingers and found that this person was born in 00.

He should be eight years old now.

This is eight years old!

Is this something an eight-year-old can do?

This child has been really "smart" since he was young.

Small trees need to be cut down and children need to be taken care of.

At the age of eight, it’s time for him to understand the evil nature of human hearts.

Then I heard a burst of "thump thump thump" sounds of jogging.

"Sister, your phone number."

"Why is my phone with you... Hello?"

"It's me, Zhang Yuan."

"Oh, you finally remembered me?" Fat Fan teased happily.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Reach out and squeeze your brother's shoulder."

"what?"

"Listen to me, pinch him first and don't let him run away."

Fan Bingbing didn't understand why, but still put her hand on the little brother's shoulder.

"Pinched?"

"Pinch it."

"Okay, three things."

"This kid took your Golden Horse Trophy and planned to take it to the school for a traveling exhibition."

"Second, he was trying to blackmail me for a red envelope."

"Third, he also asked me to call his classmates."

The child has good hearing and when he noticed the sound coming from the phone, his face turned green.

The long neck was retracted and it was about to run.

click!
But the five fingers dug into his shoulder, causing him pain.

"Fan Cheng Cheng!!!"

The brother and sister are 19 years apart.

The eldest sister is like a mother.

At home, he is not even afraid of his mother, but he is afraid of his sister.

Now when he heard Fan Bingbing calling him by his full name, he knew something bad was going to happen.

"Bingbing, don't be in a hurry."

"I have to persuade him."

"After all, even children have to have dignity."

The boy felt a little relieved when he heard this.

"So you can't hit her in the face. You have to see her in person."

"You can fight anywhere else. I'm done with the persuasion."

Snapped! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang like firecrackers coming from the phone.

Judging from the crisp sound, it should be a spanking.

He was familiar with this voice because Li Xiaoran liked it... anyway, that's what it meant.

About five seconds later, a scream similar to that of slaughtering a pig was heard.

There was a five-second delay when spanking the child, which shows how hard the slap was.

"Ow!!!"

"Yang Guo is a bad guy!"

"I don't agree with you being with my sister!"

The little brat is even more ridiculous...

What followed was a series of three thousand loud slaps that sounded like a storm, red as the earth.

"Hey, it's New Year's Day, why are you hitting your brother?"

"Let go, or it will break."

"You guys are just used to it. You'll always blackmail people!" Hearing the quarrel on the other side, Zhang Yuan turned on his cell phone and put it on the dining table. Listening to the noise, he happily peeled macadamia nuts and ate them.

The children are making noise and the adults are calling.

This is such a festive atmosphere!

"Huff, huff, huff...are you still there?"

The slapping stopped when Zhang Yuan counted to 108.

It must have been my mother who pulled us apart.

You can still vaguely hear the crying of the naughty child.

Fan Bingbing was so angry.

And "I don't allow you to be with my sister."

Don't make random wishes for me!
I haven't even taken the initiative to find you, and you still won't let me.

Curse me on New Year’s Day.

"here I am."

"I didn't expect that you, who is usually quite generous, would hit the child so harshly."

"He irritates me and is very naughty."

"If this isn't cleaned up, it's bound to cause disaster in the future."

"Don't take it too seriously..."

"Stop talking nonsense. I can hear you eating melon seeds." Fan Bingbing rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Why are you alone abroad? If I had known, I would have accompanied you so that you would have someone to eat New Year's Eve dinner with."

You came abroad to accompany me, was that the New Year's Eve dinner we ate?

It must be slime rice...

"Let's not talk about the naughty kid. What do you think of what he just said?"

"What?"

"You can't be with me." Fan Bingbing asked arrogantly.

"Family support is very important for a relationship between a man and a woman. After all, the union of two people is actually a matter between two families. Since your brother doesn't support it..."

"Go to hell with you. All you know is to try to smooth things over." Fan Bingbing said in dissatisfaction.

"Happy New Year, Boss Zhang!" Then she hung up.

"It's also a troublesome matter..." Zhang Yuan smacked his lips and said helplessly.

But even though we know there will be trouble, we have to take this step.

Fan Bingbing is his "advertisement".

In addition to winning the Golden Horse Award for Best Actress, she also serves as a role model in cooperation.

She owns 30% of the shares in her studio.

He plans to follow this ratio for all artists who plan to become independent in the future.

If you ask for 7%, they will definitely not be willing to do so.

Asking for 5% is also troublesome.

3%, I earn some money, and others feel like I am friends with me, so I can feel comfortable with it.

What he wanted was not Hua Yi's overbearing control, but to stretch his tentacles as far as possible and connect with more people in the industry.

If Fan Bingbing does this, then I can do it too...other people would think so when they see this.

Other than that, Fan Ye...is really smooth.

And it is a practical type with meat.

They are highly cooperative and emotional, and are not the type who rely solely on technology to complete tasks.

Beep, beep... He was just reminiscing about his night on the island when another phone call came in.

"Hello, Mr. Guo."

"Junior brother, Dagua has already contacted you."

"Also, the students wish you a happy new year."

"Happy New Year, Uncle Master!"

More than a dozen voices said in unison.

"Happy New Year to you too."

"It's getting late in the capital, let them all go to bed early."

"But I can't sleep and I'm still setting off firecrackers." Teacher Guo was also happy.

"It's a pity you're gone."

“The kids are at my house.”

“A friend gave me a bunch of fireworks this year.”

"There's a big one among them, called 'Dragon Soaring Across the Seas'!"

"This big flower is as big as a round table!"

"This one costs tens of thousands."

What the hell!

Zhang Yuan was shocked.

This is about the size of the famous four-foot-tall fireworks in the island country.

When that thing goes up into the air, the explosion radius is almost 500 meters!
As soon as the message was sent out, it was already dawn in half of the district.

Even the roosters have to curse.

Even if this is not that exaggerated, based on the size, the explosion radius must be at least 150 meters.

"It's a pity you're not here, it would have been nice to watch it together."

"It's okay, record it and I'll come back to watch it."

"Okay, I'll let the kid record it, seriously."

"Okay...By the way." Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered something.

"Keep Kong Laosan away from the fireworks..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a loud noise coming from his cell phone.

"Boom!"

Deafening.

This is what the young man likes, so let’s put it up right now.

But then came the sound of hurried footsteps and the cries of young men and women.

"Master, something big happened!"

"Third brother is in heaven!"

Zhang Yuan: …

No matter how hard you try, it's still too late.

"Oh!" Teacher Guo hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.

It took a while before he called back.

"Junior brother, something happened."

"I see."

"Call the No. 9 People's Hospital in Magic City right now to arrange a bed."

Now that I was familiar with the procedure, I called Hugo's attending physician.

"what?"

"Someone from the crosstalk club got hurt again?"

"Who is it this time?"

"It's the same one that hit Xiali last time with a motorcycle."

After hearing this, the doctor was silent for a long time.

"I think he should go to a temple instead of a hospital."

"This is too unlucky."

Kong Deshui was forced into superstition by materialistic doctors.

After finishing his work in the Lighthouse Country, he changed his flight and went directly to Shanghai to visit the patient.

It’s already been packed.

I had a big cut on my mouth last year and it just healed now.

This year is even better.

This kind of big firework has two twists, one on the left and one on the right, fast and slow.

The one who lit the firecrackers with him was Shaobing.

This child has been naughty since he was young, and the slow one broke it.

Kong Deshui was taking care of the child and said that he would order the shorter one and he would order the longer one.

In fact, this is a backup safety device. It will go off no matter which one you click. You can choose it yourself.

They thought it would take one piece at a time.

After Kong Deshui lit his own, he stretched his neck to see if the pancake was lit.

And then... Teng!

Twists in the air for two and a half weeks and more than three months.

Two and a half weeks are for the rotation, and more than three months is the expected treatment period.

Fireworks as big as a table are hitting your face!
Is that any good?
His eyebrows, hair, and even his stubble were all burnt off.

The current state of his brain reminded Zhang Yuan of a later film directed and acted by Deng Chao, called "The Breakup Guru".

In it, Brother Chao is wearing makeup to look like a black man...his head looks like this now.

The key is that he was hit to the sky and thrown to the ground, and his face was black.

This guy is actually not a big deal.

The most serious thing is that the skin on his face was burned, but there was no bone fracture.

At first, people thought he was going to go blind. Mr. Guo’s wife even cried and said that if things didn’t work out, she would just go back to singing the drum and let the child play the strings for her.

Many string musicians suffered from eye diseases, the most famous of whom was A Bing.

But after the examination, it was found that the eye problem was not serious. If the recovery was good, it would not even affect the vision...

In terms of endurance, he is probably unmatched in the crosstalk world.

His family members have all arrived.

Unlike the last time when he argued with Xia Li, his family cried miserably.

"I've been away from home, and I haven't seen you for a few years. Why are you like this... wuwuwu."

The whole family gathered around and howled.

This time the family members were very stable.

His father held it in for a long time before he uttered a word.

"Crosstalk is the safest profession in the world, so how come you have turned it into a high-risk industry?"

The key point is that he was fine, but Shaobing, who witnessed it with his own eyes, was scared.

Let’s talk about the four major styles of crosstalk: handsome, funny, weird and bad.

Xiaoyue is a special case, belonging to the category of "cheap"

Kong Laosan is an exception among exceptions. His artistic style is solid...

People gave fireworks to Teacher Guo because it was a social custom.

But he turned it into a personal accident.

"It's gold to be against Charlie."

"Being exploded by fireworks is considered fire."

"Third brother." Zhang Yuan counted and came to the bedside.

"Just bear with it a little longer. It should be three more times."

Kong Yunlong: ...

Zhang Yuan is not talking nonsense.

The remaining "water, earth, and wood" are all waiting for him.

It sounds metaphysical, but it is true.

There is also double-handled bicycle downhill in rainy days.

Roll down the wooden stairs.

I got into a fight with someone and after getting beaten up, I discovered that the other person was from the national wrestling team...

"Take good care of yourself. Your master and his wife are here for you."

"woo woo woo woo……"

The man muttered something incoherently.

What you should say is "Thank you, uncle master".

[Received thanks from Kong Deshui, recovery ability +1, physical strength +1, vitality +1! ]

it is good.

Zhang Yuan nodded.

I also received gifts during the Chinese New Year.

With you by my side, I have no reason to worry about not living a hundred years... (End of this chapter)