Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 306 Lao Guo Makes a Scene (4.7k)
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"Hua Shao, thank you for your hard work,"

As soon as Guo Degang stepped onto the stage, his penchant for teasing people kicked in. When shaking hands with the fast-talking host Hua Shao, he unintentionally revealed a touch of humor in his words, "Such a big stage, and you're the only one standing here. It looks rather deserted."

As a regular performer on the Spring Festival Gala, the ability to crack jokes and maintain composure in front of 1.4 billion people is truly remarkable.

In contrast,

Lin Chi-ling, standing to the side, appeared much more reserved, even her self-introduction trembling slightly. Among those seated in the audience, many were far superior to her in terms of background and status.

Good evening, everyone!

Guo Degang began casually, but his mouth was like a machine gun that had been loaded: "Tonight, we are truly surrounded by distinguished guests and friends! They are all the best in our industry, big shots from all walks of life!"

His gaze swept across the entire audience, a smile playing on his lips. "I spotted several Best Actor winners in the audience alone! I'd love to be one too, but I know I have no chance."
"A Best Actress, huh..."

He paused deliberately, drawing out the words, "Perhaps there's still some hope?"

The camera panned across several award-winning actors, including Deng Chaochao, who was clasping his hands together with a pleading expression.

Looking at his brother Chao's expression of being on high alert, Gu Qing couldn't help but turn his head away, shrug his shoulders slightly, and laugh silently—was it really necessary to be so scared?

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Guo Degang turned his gun around.

“Besides that,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the younger generation, “there are many new faces in the entertainment industry. I've heard there's a new term going around, ‘little fresh meat,’”
They even created a new faction... oh no, a new name: the 'Four Top Celebrities'!

He clicked his tongue, his tone slightly exaggerated in his assessment, "The young men are indeed all...beautiful! Delicate and pretty, like young ladies, no wonder they're so popular!"

"Mother"—this blatant subtext pierced the air like a needle.

In an instant,
Aside from a few expressions of sympathy, the vast majority of gazes were filled with amusement and schadenfreude, all focused on the "Four Top Celebrities".

Li Yifeng's smile instantly froze like a mask. He awkwardly raised his hand to shield his forehead, as if trying to block the camera and the gaze. His knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

The smile on Lu Han's lips vanished completely. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and tightened his jawline, trying his best to conceal and suppress the surging anger.

As always, Kris Wu remained expressionless, his hands crossed under his chin, maintaining his cool guy pose, secretly glad he was wearing sunglasses.

The camera finally focused on Gu Qing, making her the most dazzling focus of the entire scene.

In terms of exquisite beauty, he was indeed the most outstanding among the four, especially with his elegant and flowing Wei-Jin period costume, which added to his refined and otherworldly charm.

However, at this moment,
Under Guo Degang's teasing, this outfit seemed to take on a strange connotation.

Deng Chao's face darkened, and the empress next to him quickly reached under the table and pressed down hard on the back of his hand to silently comfort him.

Zhao Liying and Liu Shishi subconsciously looked up in Gu Qing's direction, their worries clearly visible in their eyes.

"Old Guo's words are really unkind!"

Han Hong frowned, her voice low but filled with anger.

If Gu Qing hadn't been so clear-headed, she might have cheered along.

But when she thought of that hefty five million yuan donation, she felt a burning sensation on her face and a little guilty.

"That old bald guy just relies on his sharp tongue to insult people! Does he think he's so great just because he's high-ranking?!"

Jiang Xin made no attempt to hide her anger, and without even lowering her voice, she cursed out loud, which was clearly heard by the people at the table.

The atmosphere at the table where Gu Qing was sitting was even more subtle.

Ni Ni subtly moved her chair back half an inch, elegantly picked up her wine glass, and looked away, perfectly embodying the phrase "mind your own business."

Yang Mi's fox-like eyes darted between Gu Qing and Guo Degang with great interest, a playful smile curving her lips, as if she were waiting for a good show—she wanted to see how this "little brother" would respond.

Liu Tianxian's eyes darted left and right, while Song Qian nervously twisted her fingers, her face full of embarrassment.

Countless gazes were fixed on Gu Qing, many harboring malicious anticipation—hoping that his youthful impetuosity would lead him to turn hostile on the spot.

It would be best if he could engage in a verbal battle or even a physical fight with Guo Degang; that would be truly exciting!
however,
Faced with this almost humiliating squeeze,

Gu Qing simply stood up calmly. Under the gazes that were filled with inquiry, mockery, or worry,

With a calm expression, he bowed once again to Guo Degang on the stage, performing a standard and smooth nod—his posture elegant and conveying a quiet gratitude.

After the ceremony,

He sat down calmly, and even gave Guo Degang on the stage a gentle and composed smile.

This reaction greatly disappointed those who were waiting to see what would happen.

Is it that they genuinely don't understand? Or... are they just putting on a brave face?
"Wow, little girl... Oops, I misspoke again. But the young man is very polite and very handsome. If I had a son, I would definitely marry him to you."

Guo Degang was also a little surprised by the young man's resilience, but he didn't take it seriously.
The mouth continued to chatter, "I've never seen your curtsy before. It doesn't look like it's from the Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty, or the Qing Dynasty."

He stopped there, quickly shifting the focus: "Before the show starts, I have to complain about Su Mang. She said this show has been going on for thirteen years, and only today did she remember me."
"I guess they thought I wasn't famous enough before, and only called me here because I've been trending these past few days?"

He jokingly recounted his trending stories related to "rebellious disciple" and "betraying one's master and ancestors," rambling on for a while before finally getting to the point.

This year's Bazaar donation theme is: [Charity Car Team].

"One car, 7 yuan."

Guo Degang held up one finger, "A fleet of 10 vehicles would be the minimum donation, which is—700,000!"

"One car isn't actually that many,"

He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the glamorous celebrities in the audience, "For us, it might not really be a fortune... It's not something we can boast about..."

He paused deliberately, his drawn-out tone full of sarcasm, "If you're going to donate half a car at a time, then forget it, we don't do that kind of thing."

He pointed to the somewhat awkward Lin Chi-ling next to him: "This beautiful and kind-hearted Lin Chi-ling next to me has already donated 10 cars!"

Okay, let me offer my thoughts as a starting point.

He made a startling statement:
"How about I donate 30 cars?"

Thirty vehicles? Two million one hundred thousand?!
The voice boomed like thunder.

The celebrities, who were just moments before wearing smiles of anticipation, were instantly petrified.

As the camera panned across the meticulously made-up faces, all that remained was a blank stare, astonishment, and disbelief, as if they had been frozen in place.

The air freezes.

"it is good!"

Only Lin Chi-ling remained naively and sincerely bowed to Guo Degang in gratitude.

That "good" resonated deeply with many, like a needle pricking their hearts.

"What the hell?!"

"Why the hell don't you donate thirty cars yourself?!"

The unspoken rules of charity galas in the entertainment industry have been completely shattered.

Typically, the organizers will inform the artists of a "standard" donation amount in advance, and the artists will tacitly follow this.

The first donor is often the one who sets the tone.

In private, people can donate as much as they want, but in public, people want to maintain a respectable image, not bleed excessively.

Guo Degang's sudden and unexpected blow stunned everyone.

210 million per person?
What about the people behind them? What about a couple who came?
Starting at 4.2 million?
Even if the money came from thin air, it still hurts to donate it all!

The atmosphere in the meeting room was gloomy and filled with whispers.

Donate? My wallet is bleeding.

Not donate? How can I save face after being outdone by a comedian?

Especially after being mocked for saying "even 70,000 is too much"!
The only person in the entire room who smiled broadly was Han Hong: "Old Guo is such a kind person!"

Faced with the deathly silence, Guo Degang remained unfazed and continued:
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's theme is 'charity.' Don't think this is some foreign concept; our ancestors had it long ago!"

He looked around the room and posed a question, "I wonder if any of you have read the Twenty-Four Histories?"

All the artists: "..."

The air grew even quieter, filled with a silent awkwardness and anger.

Reading the Twenty-Four Histories?
What a joke!
Let alone them, could even one out of a hundred passersby on the street answer this question?
Many artists were so angry that they rolled their eyes or simply turned their heads away with dark faces, refusing to make eye contact with those on stage.

Guo Degang remained unfazed. He was there today to teach these pampered artists a lesson!
We have to make these old Pixiu spit out some blood.

He clearly came with prejudice, but for artists in the entertainment industry, this prejudice is simply their own opinion.

If you were to slap all these people to death, there would definitely be innocent among them.

But if you only target one and release others, there will inevitably be some who slip through the net! However…

Today, Teacher Guo really caught an innocent fish.

"That pretty little baby who just stood up to bow."

Guo Degang's gaze was precisely fixed on Gu Qing in the front row.

There was no way around it; among a sea of ​​suits, skirts, and evening gowns, that flowing Wei-Jin style costume was simply too eye-catching.

"I see you're wearing ancient costumes and performing ancient rituals, so you must be quite knowledgeable about our traditional culture, right?"

With a hint of testing and amusement, he asked, "Have you read the Twenty-Four Histories?"

Gu Qing was called out again!
This time, many celebrities who were initially just watching the spectacle now showed genuine sympathy and pity.

This child is likely to be branded with shame tonight; damage to his reputation is inevitable.

however,
Amidst the astonished, shocked, and even slightly gloating gazes of everyone,
Gu Qing stood up again.

But instead of staying put, he strode forward and walked towards the steps on the side of the stage.

"Holy crap! Are we going to fight?!"

"Go! Beat them up! Smash those old bastards in the face!"

Countless artists silently cheered and encouraged themselves in their hearts, their adrenaline soaring and their breathing becoming rapid.

Liu Tianxian stared at Gu Qing's departing figure, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. Her hand instinctively rose, but then stopped in mid-air and slowly withdrew.

"Qianqian, this is going to be good!"

Ni Ni leaned close to Liu Tianxian, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyebrows dancing with excitement.

She also couldn't wait for Gu Qing to give Guo Degang a good beating.

"Little brother!"

Deng Chao's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly, trying to pull Gu Qing back.

If a conflict were to actually break out, Gu Qing would be the one who's completely finished.

If things go wrong, his acting career might be over!
The empress tried to pull him away, but she couldn't.

At the crucial moment, Zheng Kai hugged Deng Chao and said, "Brother Chao, calm down. Xiao Gu isn't such an impulsive person. You have to trust him."

"..."

Deng Chao wanted to curse loudly, but before he could finish, Gu Qing, who was sitting in the first row, had already come up onto the stage from the side steps.

The stands in the distance,
Gu Qing's fans were already hurling insults, which could be vaguely seen by viewers in front of their televisions.

They were undoubtedly the people who cared most about Gu Qing.

I don't care who the head of Deyun Club is, insulting my idol is unacceptable!

On stage,

When Sister Zhiling saw the tall figure suddenly walk onto the stage, she was so startled that her red lips parted slightly, and she subconsciously took a small step back, afraid of being caught in the impending battle.

"Excuse me, could I borrow the microphone?"

Gu Qing extended her hand and asked politely.

"Oh... okay, sure!"

As if waking from a dream, Sister Zhiling hurriedly shoved the microphone in her hand at him, and quickly stepped back two steps, wishing she could get away from the eye of the storm to avoid getting covered in blood.

"Young man, you're going straight onto the stage. It's giving this old man a heart ache. Be careful, or I might suddenly faint and stage an accident to extort money."

Guo Degang didn't even move an inch, just smiled and looked at Gu Qing.
Gu Qing took the microphone, stood next to Guo Degang, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and wore a smile that was both helpless and resigned.
"Teacher Guo, you call me 'little girl' one minute, 'little baby' the next, and 'young man' the next. Which name should I use?"

He paused, then said naturally, "Besides, you asked me a question, right? If I don't use a microphone, my voice will be soft, and I'm afraid you won't be able to hear me."

"Oh~?"

Guo Degang was genuinely surprised this time, "You've read the Twenty-Four Histories?"

"I just happened to have flipped through some." Gu Qing nodded with a smile.

Do you know where the word "charity" comes from?

Guo Degang was skeptical.

"If I remember correctly, it comes from a chapter in the Book of Wei, which mentions a famous person named Cui Guang, who is described as 'generous and charitable, and not offending anyone'."

After Gu Qing finished speaking earnestly, she humbly asked, "Teacher Guo, I think I remembered correctly?"

"No, that is exactly what they said."

Guo Degang's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil: "These eight words are also my motto."

"Charity means doing good deeds as much as possible, not offending others, and trying not to offend anyone."

Guo Degang spoke with absolute confidence.

The second half of the sentence is the most direct antonym of his behavior today.

The audience erupted in uproar when they saw Gu Qingzhen give the answer.

"Holy crap, are these two putting on a show?!"

"Is this the script from the previous rehearsal?"

"Damn, am I filming a movie?"

Many people's first reaction was not shock, but doubt that they had stumbled into a rehearsal.

This looks so fake!

"Teacher Guo, do you have any more questions?"

Gu Qing asked again, her smiling eyes looking directly at Guo Degang.

"That's all, thank you little... uh."

"My name is Gu Qing, Gu from the Gu family, and Qing from the 'pure' in 'pure'."

Gu Qing answered.

"Oh... Gu Qing, a nice name. Have you finished asking your questions, teacher?"

Guo Degang smiled and nodded.

"The student also has a question, Professor Guo, would you mind listening to it?"

"Please speak, I am all ears."

Guo Degang guessed that Gu Qing was still angry and wanted to ask him a question about the Twenty-Four Histories.

But he didn't care; the hard work he put in when he was young brought him deep self-confidence.

"It's less about problems and more about making small corrections."

"Hmm? Which of my previous statements was wrong?"

Guo Degang was puzzled.

"It's about the form of address you used when you greeted me earlier."

Gu Qing took a small step back and gave Guo Degang a standard and graceful nod once again.

He then picked up the microphone and corrected the speaker in a clear and gentle voice:
“Teacher Guo, what I just performed was not the ‘Wanfu’ greeting from the Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties, but the nodding greeting from the Wei and Jin dynasties.”

The three characters “Wei Jin nodding ceremony” are like three small pebbles thrown into a suddenly silent lake.

Guo Degang was stunned. Even with his immense shamelessness, he was visibly embarrassed at this moment.

Her robes billowed as if she were dancing; the beauty of Wei-style clothing exuded a pure and ethereal aura as she gracefully turned and stepped off the stage.

Seeing this, Gu Qing's smile became even gentler, carrying a kind and considerate tone: "Teacher Guo, you don't need to worry about it. This point of knowledge is indeed very obscure, and it is not clearly recorded in the Twenty-Four Histories you are reading."

Perhaps only young people like us, who enjoy dressing up and pursuing the beauty of fashionable clothes, would be so bored as to bother with the trivial details.

After he finished speaking, he bowed gracefully again and gently handed the microphone back to Sister Zhiling who was standing next to him.

Then, he turned around.

The wide, plain white sleeves of Gu Qing's robes fluttered like flowing clouds with her movements, exuding a refined and unrestrained air unique to the Wei and Jin dynasties.
He walked with ease, stepped down from the stage, and returned to his seat.

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(End of this chapter)