Actor: Thank you.

After Brother Qian's soul-searching question, Zhang Yuan was depressed for several hours.

The question of who will play whom has always been on his mind.

Recall the scene at that time.

After a period of calm, Zhang Yuan seemed to have some recollection of what happened that night.

Let me take her to the bathroom to clean her clothes.

As a result, the clothes were gone after cleaning...

Did this woman have a plan?

The so-called drunken promiscuity is actually deliberate.

Mom, someone is greedy for my body!
Chilling!
Zhang Yuan suddenly felt weak, pitiful and helpless.

But whether or not to say it, it still has to be Brother Qian.

After visiting the crosstalk club, everyone went to a large restaurant nearby for dinner.

Kong Laosan, who was blown up into the sky by fireworks during the Chinese New Year, has returned from the Magic City after several operations.

She is well-maintained, with a rosy and tender face, but inevitably, some scars are left.

Moreover, his articulation was not as clear as before, which greatly affected his performance style.

Originally he was the smart and clever type, the exact opposite of Xiao Yue.

Now my teeth are damaged and I can’t speak eloquently anymore.

"Stay calm, it's okay."

"Practice hard, diligence can make up for lack of talent, practice more and you will get better." Teacher Guo originally liked this little apprentice very much, but now he can only say good things about him.

But I also know in my heart that some things have happened and there is no going back.

"Why? You seem depressed." Brother Qian saw Zhang Yuan like this and asked with his glass raised.

"Hey, it's not yet..." He repeated the topic in a low voice.

He always thought that he was playing with others, and at least it was a mutual attraction between the two of them, and he had never been played with by anyone.

"Hiss..." Brother Qian took a sip of wine, acted like an experienced person, and said calmly.

"That's something you only think about at your age."

"At my age, it doesn't matter who plays with whom."

"is it?"

"Of course." Brother Qian took another puff of his cigarette: "At my age, I can still have fun, which is considered a success."

"Why don't you go see a doctor?"

Yu Qian: …

Hey hey hey.

Zhang Yuan finally found an opportunity to make Brother Qian confused and turned the tables.

But I also thought in my heart that he is worthy of being a life mentor.

Indeed, everyone plays it differently.

There's no question of whether you're at a disadvantage or not. We're all just having fun, so why bother calculating?

And there is no need to even take care of business matters. Apart from spending some money, there is basically no cost.

"Brother, I have an idea."

Zhang Yuan was just thinking about how to use "accounting" techniques to turn losses into "profits" when Teacher Guo started asking questions.

"There are several hours between our afternoon and evening sessions."

"I always see some audience members bringing food and drinks to the evening show."

"Some people even brought in takeaway braised pork and noodles with soybean paste from nearby."

"Why, you're hungry while you're acting him eat?"

"Are you planning to make a rule to stop bringing in food?"

“No…” Teacher Guo waved his hand: “My idea is that since the audience needs to eat, why not expand the business.”

"It just so happens that our business is good, so we are planning to open another branch."

"It's better to find a storefront with both upper and lower floors."

"Eat downstairs and perform crosstalk upstairs."

"This way, both sides can make money. What do you think?"

"Working in the catering industry." Zhang Yuan finally understood.

"What do you do?" Teacher Guo said, "Providing meals for the crew."

"Yes, I do this."

However, Zhang Yuan knew that restaurants were a must-do.

It is a laborious industry with low profits.

Generally speaking, for those working in the catering industry, especially mid- to high-end catering, if the gross profit margin is less than 7%, they will not make any money.

Even though a serving of stir-fried vegetables costs twenty or thirty yuan, if you open a business in the capital city, you may not make much money after taking into account the rent and labor.

Zhang Yuan's business was mainly supported by his connections, and it was the first to reach a bottleneck among all the businesses he was involved in.

Now I'm basically neither here nor there, just making a living by following my own business.

Unless we make a big move, change the ecosystem, and expand other businesses, that's it.

"Why don't we start a business together? You have a lot of friends, and we'll have a place to entertain people in the future."

Zhang Yuan thought to himself, I entertain guests at home, otherwise I wouldn’t have to think about buying a bigger house.

It turned out that he wanted me to invest money together and also invite some celebrity friends to show support.

He understood it immediately, but was totally uninterested.

"Brother, it is because I have done this before that I know how difficult it is."

"I'm tired of it."

"This business is really not easy. I advise you to be cautious."

The other party understood what he meant and knew that he didn't intend to form a partnership, so he didn't force him any further.

Instead, they talked about topics related to food, starting from Tianjin cuisine to Shandong cuisine, which is more common in the capital.

The roots of Shandong cuisine in the capital are very genuine and were created by famous chefs from all over the country.

It is just like how the four major Huiban troupes entered the imperial capital during the Qing Dynasty and promoted Peking Opera.

But nowadays, all the major Shandong cuisine restaurants are becoming more and more distorted, and there are only a few that still have the traditional and authentic cooking skills.

As a result, those time-honored brands that were moved to the imperial capital have gone from bad to worse, and the authentic taste and heritage are still in their places of origin such as Suzhou, Sichuan, and Shandong.

It can be seen that no matter how many talents there are or how good the technology is, as long as the managers do not want to work hard, develop the market, and only want to make money by doing things badly, nothing will be good.

Right, Huayi.

Right, what an honor...

Anyway, Mr. Guo plans to open a restaurant, and he is somewhat conceited about calling it "Guo's Cuisine".

Obviously, this guy is very confident in his cooking skills.

Because his disciples usually praise him.

But he is my disciple, how can I not tell him?
Moreover, these disciples were all young men in their teens and twenties, most of them were not well off and were poor.

Even if you give them enough cabbage, they will say it is delicious. What’s more, if you give them fish and meat, they will definitely praise it.

Mr. Guo is a typical chef who has misunderstandings about Tianjin cuisine and Shandong cuisine.

When cooking, people use a lot of light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, believing that the dark soy sauce is the style of Shandong cuisine.

There is a high probability that I will lose money in this business, so I won't get involved in it.

"Junior brother, this flavored eggplant is a representative of Shandong cuisine, don't you want to try it?"

Teacher Guo was so happy that he even ordered some Shandong dishes, but found that Zhang Yuan didn't know how to use chopsticks.

“I don’t like eggplant…”

In fact, he was wondering why there was an eggplant on the floor of his bedroom, so he didn't eat it.

The older sister is really good at playing...

After dinner, Teacher Wang Xun said that he was coming to the capital and was going to visit some famous masters.

Zhang Yuan remembered that he hadn't visited Mr. Yuan for a while, so he took them to visit him.

"Mr. Yuan, here I come!"

Climb the stairs upstairs and knock on the old wooden door.

After a while, the sound of slippers' footsteps was heard approaching from afar.

After a long time, the door slowly opened.

"You are here, please come in."

After sitting down, everyone chatted about some professional matters.

But Zhang Yuan frowned.

Because he found that the old man's legs and feet didn't seem to be very flexible.

It took a long time to open the door just now, which further confirmed this point.

"Mr. Yuan, what's wrong with your leg?"

"No big deal." The old man patted his thigh and said, "I went downstairs for a stroll a few days ago."

"I accidentally missed a step on the stairs and twisted my ankle."

"It's nothing serious. Just apply some medicinal wine and it will be fine after a while."

The old man didn't take it seriously, but Zhang Yuan was anxious.

"That won't work. We need to go to the hospital."

"What if you get hurt?"

"I don't want to go there." Mr. Yuan waved his hand.

Many elderly people are reluctant to go to the hospital, thinking that once they go in, they will never be able to leave.

Even if you don't have any disease, you have to find out what it is.

Yuan Kuocheng thought to himself, I just twisted my head a little, why are you so nervous?

But I felt very touched.

This is worrying for me.

At least my love for him all these years was not in vain.

Zhang Yuan wasn't just thinking about seeing a doctor.

You can put your medical treatment aside for now, but you have already sprained your foot.

What if I fall again one day?

The elderly cannot fall down, because if they fall down they will not be able to get up.

Zhang Yuan looked around.

This is an old tube-shaped building, and the conditions are really average.

The corridor still uses those dim voice-controlled lights.

The old man has to practice his voice to go upstairs. As he gets older, his eyesight is already poor, and with the lights so dim, it is more likely to get into trouble.

"Mr. Yuan, you look old."

"Climbing up and down the stairs will wear out your legs and waist."

"Old people are actually more suitable to live in bungalows, don't you think?" Zhang Yuan thought about it and felt that this matter could not be ignored.

Mr. Hou is gone, and now I am the only old man left.

"Well, I have a bungalow with a yard, how about you come and live with me?"

"No, I don't want to squeeze in with you young people." The old man refused immediately.

"Besides, I'm used to living here and don't want to move."

Most elderly people not only don’t like going to the hospital, but also don’t like moving.

"As the saying goes, if there is something to do, the disciples will do the hard work."

"According to the old rules of our business, I have to provide for your retirement."

"You are not taking advantage of me by living in my house."

"Besides, I have an aunt at home who can take care of my daily life."

"Your house is too big and it's usually empty."

"When something happens, it gets really noisy. I'm not used to it." The old man waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, I have another small courtyard house."

"It was just renovated not long ago, and I haven't lived in it much."

"It's not noisy and not big there, it's suitable for you." Zhang Yuan thought of his own small courtyard in Pi Tiao Hutong.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan, Zhang Yuan is filial and you can't refuse." Wang Xun echoed.

"I've lived there before. It's quiet and pretty good." Brother Qian also said, "It's suitable for your retirement. You can also grow flowers and plants in the yard."

"If you have friends coming to the capital, they can also set up shop there, it's better than here."

The old man also became stubborn and refused to agree.

After chatting, everyone left.

But Zhang Yuan did not give up.

He first contacted his nominal master, the old man’s daughter Yuan Tian, ​​told him about the matter and asked him to help persuade him.

Teacher Yuan Tian was also very moved.

There are not many young people who can do this these days.

He also invited Liu Shishi's family to have dinner with the old man.

Little Lion was filming in Hengdian, and he specially asked her to take leave to help.

It's hard for others to deal with the old man, but the little girl softened her heart after some persuasion.

Upon hearing about this, the Liu family was willing to help persuade them.

Old Master Liu Tianli doesn’t have such a good disciple yet.

"Grandpa Yuan, just think about it, how nice it would be to live in a place with a yard."

"That way you don't have to go to the little garden."

"And there are all kinds of snack shops just outside the alley, so it's very convenient."

"I can come to see you more often."

Yuan Kuocheng thought about it.

"You want to eat the snacks yourself, right?"

"And you said you were going to see me, you don't mean to go see him?" The old man pointed at Zhang Yuan.

"Grandpa Yuan!"

Being told what was on her mind, the junior sister gave a coquettish sound.

"Haha, I understand."

"Just go. Zhang Yuan is so good to you. You are so old now, you can't be ignorant." The little lion said as if he was educating a child.

"Look at you. I've watched you grow up, but now you've become a disloyal person."

"What's the difference? We are all family." Liu's mother replied with a smile.

"Yes, we are all family."

"Okay!" After being bombarded with comments one after another, he was also somewhat tempted.

Although he said so, the old man also knew that houses with yards were better and more down-to-earth.

The problem is that even if the relationship between the grandparents and grandchildren is good, they cannot live in someone else's house for no reason.

Mr. Yuan comes from a prominent family and is very particular.

So you have to use this routine of refusing and making concessions three times, and only give in when you have enough leverage.

I asked my aunt to clean the house in advance, and then I took a car to pick up the old man.

He also brought the Liu family along.

"When did you buy this house?" As soon as Liu's mother entered the yard, she felt that the decoration was very exquisite and the layout was very good.

Not to mention the old man, she was also a little moved.

Women are so delicate, especially when she sees the grape trellis in the yard and thinks of the summer night scene of enjoying the cool under the trellis, she finds it beautiful.

"Years."

“That’s a lot of increase.”

"It should be okay." Zhang Yuan didn't know much about it because he had no plans to buy it.

But I think it’s possible that it could triple or quadruple.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Liu, our family should buy it too. The price has increased so much now."

"Look how nice this is."

"If you like, you can come here often. It's no problem to have a barbecue here." Zhang Yuan said politely.

Took the old man for a walk.

Definitely satisfied, it has all the necessary home appliances and furniture, all brand new imported goods, and have hardly been used.

There are study rooms, kitchens, flower stands and fish ponds.

After Zhang Yuan walked around, he recalled the days when he and Brother Qian used to eat and drink here. It was such a relaxing and pleasant time.

"I plan to install grab bars in the bathroom and toilet to make it easier for you to use them."

"You are thoughtful." Mr. Yuan leaned over the yard and looked at the trimmed flowers and plants.

"What plants do you like?"

"Let's build you a tree that will remain evergreen?"

"Haha, you don't understand. As the saying goes, you shouldn't relax after you are forty." Mr. Yuan straightened up and took a deep breath of air.

It is indeed much better than a building.

"why?"

“Because if you plant a pine tree after forty, you won’t outlive it.”

"It can send you away."

"You haven't finished playing with it yet, but you finished it first."

Do we have to play with each other... Zhang Yuan still feels a little strange when he hears the word "play".

"Not bad." The old man looked up at the sky while leaning on his cane.

It was not in vain that I accepted this young man.

On the day of moving, many colleagues came to congratulate us and wish us a happy new house.

Many old men are very envious.

Why don’t I have the luck to have a rich and caring apprentice?

Teacher Guo and Brother Qian also brought their apprentices to help.

Young man, it's time to move.

During breaks, we smoke together.

Brother Qian glanced at Zhang Yuan, then glanced at his partner.

One was buying the master’s house after he passed away.

One is to give your own house to the master to live in.

Although they are from the same school, their styles of doing things are really different.

As the saying goes, a bowl of soup before death is better than a stick of incense after death.

Brother Qian said nothing, just smoked silently.

When it comes to getting things done, my brother is definitely better looking.

But also envied by others.

Many colleagues, especially those who have masters, are cursing.

There are few good people in the folk art industry.

When the masters learned about Mr. Yuan's experience, they became sarcastic in front of their apprentices.

This will definitely lead to hatred.

Hehe...Brother Qian laughed while smoking.

If it were Mr. Guo, if he knew someone was cursing him behind his back, he would have to make up eight pieces of retorts on stage.

But Zhang Yuan probably didn't even have the interest to look at them.

This is the difference in grade!

Lions and tigers don't care about what ants think.

My son has chosen him as his teacher, and I hope he can learn well from him.

After moving, we set up several tables in the yard to entertain guests.

After dinner, the old man talked to him about many past events and the work of storytelling.

Zhang Yuan took many opportunities to take advantage of the old man.

Since you all have come to my house, I must catch you in a jar.

Although the old man is old, he is energetic and still has a lot of life to do.

Two months ago, Shanghai Film Studio asked him to be the art consultant for the Olympic animation series.

This month, Tencent.com approached the old man again, intending to make the world's first online storytelling without offline audiences, in order to set a record and increase traffic for the website at the same time.

Moreover, the National Bureau of Culture has just found the old man and plans to list Yuan's storytelling as a candidate for national intangible cultural heritage.

Zhang Yuan thought that after this was accomplished, he would not only be an actor, but also a inheritor of intangible cultural heritage.

This is a very classy name!
With this title, it will be easier for me to move up in the Chinese Folk Music Association.

It’s really worth it to pay respect to the old man.

After finishing this work, Zhang Yuan flipped through the calendar and found that it was already August.

The most important national event of the year, the Olympic Games, is coming... (End of this chapter)