Zhang Fei was so angry that he wanted to curse himself. He was blushing and had no intention of being kind. He relied on his own books and threw out small words one by one. How could I follow it down?

So, Zhang Fei grunted for a long time, and then gave up.

“I’m the same too”

This incident tells us something, the importance of reading more…”

Like Peng Shan, after more than a year of training, Guo Tong is becoming more and more mature in his storytelling. He can write jokes at will, so he is naturally extremely good. While telling, it makes the guests laugh and laugh.

………

"If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown."

Guo Tong took a photo of Xingmu, chatted with the audience for a while, and then stepped down from the stage and flew away.

Today, Yan Qian had an appointment and was not in Dingxianglou, so Guo Tong was not in the mood to stay in the store. After cleaning up in the backstage, Guo Tong was about to go home.

Dingxiang Tower is not close to the Princess' Mansion, so Guo Tong naturally had to ride a carriage, but he walked to his carriage and was stopped by a well-dressed person.

The visitor claimed to be the butler of a wealthy businessman. The intention of stopping Guo Tong was very simple. His master celebrated his 60th birthday in two days. Because he liked storytelling, he wanted to invite Guo Tong to the mansion to have a meeting.

Guo Tong was happy. It was not that no one asked him to talk to him before, but unfortunately he paid for 100 or 800 taels of money, so he refused them all. This time, he saw a new business coming, and the fat man of black came to his mind.

"You master is planning to produce silver geometry."

The housekeeper smiled and stretched out five fingers: "Fifty taels."

As an apprentice of a profitable businessman, the fat black man naturally learned the true bargaining of his reputation and immediately said with a shameless face.

"I'm really sorry, I'm quite busy recently. It's useless for you to pay fifty taels, because there's not enough time.

Moreover, I have always regarded money as dirt, not bowing for five dou of rice, not rushing to wealth, not lingering in poverty, and not lingering in poverty and humbleness. Money is really like a cloud for me...

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Double it, one hundred taels."

The embarrassment on the little black fat man's face disappeared instantly, and he hugged the butler's shoulders in a familiar way: "Come on, let's discuss the details..."

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ps: When I was promoting the book, the author Foodie is my old friend. When we first promoted, we had similar grades. His new book has made great progress compared to before. You can read it.
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