Chapter 118 You Are a Cancer!

The mother smiled, held Xiao Ai's hand and said, "Girl, don't be so polite, Yang An is not short of this money, and it is the best gift for you fans to see him."

Xiao Ai was a little panicked: "How can I do it! Hundreds of thousands, it's not a small amount of money!"

My mother smiled, and her attitude was very firm: "If you really want to do something, you can do it in other ways. Charity, education, and funds are all fine. In short, Yang An can't accept it."

Xiao Ai was moved, and when she looked at Yang An's mother, she also admired her in the same way.

When everything quieted down, my mother went back to the ward and blamed: "If you can't sing, don't sing. What if you sing badly? By the way, the female anchor named Xiaoai said that Whale Shark.com gave you 500,000 yuan, I didn't want this money."

Yang An hesitated and said: "Actually, you can accept it and do some public welfare. How about we set up a Yang An Charity Foundation? For example, which fans are in trouble and need assistance... I'm not interested This money, I mean, if the fans know that she withheld the money from me, will it affect her?"

Mom laughed: "You are a patient yourself, and you still worry about others! I told her and asked her to donate it."

As an assistant to Li Xintong's commercial concert, no matter how little you get, you have to get it.

Singing songs for fans, thanking fans for coming to see him, no matter how much you get, you can't ask for more.

This is a matter of principle, and Yang An is very clear about it.

In fact, Xiao Ai is also very clear. It happened that the person in charge of Whale Shark.com contacted her. The more, it is used as the cost of treating heart disease!

(In room 308, Li Yue is lying on the hospital bed and playing with his mobile phone boredly, yawning occasionally, rubbing his stomach, his mother is hungry again, this guy Cao Xiaobao asked him to buy breakfast, why hasn’t he come back? Isn’t it just ten fried dough sticks? How did it take so long...)

At this time, it was only about 9 o'clock in the morning.

Although the war started, the athletes on both sides seemed to be living in different time and space.

The non-famous cross talk master Wang Shun fought until the early morning last night, because he was so emotional that he tossed and turned. He didn't sleep well for most of the night, and he didn't get up until after 8 o'clock this morning.

"Although I don't have a deep hatred with you, I just want to fight you! If I don't fight you, how can I get ahead? If I don't get ahead, how can I become famous? If I don't become famous, how can I revitalize the Southern School of Crosstalk?"

Wang Shun wiped his face with a towel, looked at himself in the mirror, twitched the corner of his mouth, and snorted, "You won't give me the face of Brother Hai, and you won't give me a chance to replace the comedian, I'll call your program team , a little girl who answers the phone dares to be so indifferent, and even wants to throw my phone, it is because you are not strict in self-education, and you are in trouble, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fighting Yang An, on the one hand, is to vent personal hatred, and on the other hand, it is to show favor to Beijin TV Station. Wang Shun has no chance to be a comedian, so he can only go to the Quyi Tea Party.

He had no choice, once he took the first step, there was no turning back.

"Is it out of battery or is it automatically turned off?" Wang Shun turned on the phone that had been turned off overnight, thinking in his heart that today is Friday, and a week has passed in a flash. In two weeks, he will be ready to go to Beijin TV to record programs.

Drip, drop, drop...

The phone rang crazily, full of text messages, more than a dozen.

Wang Shun clicked on the list, and started to look at the first item: "Yo! Good news! Li Yue is hospitalized and retired! Hahahaha! Huh? Yang An is also hospitalized? Is this true?"

Overjoyed, Wang Shun quickly turned on the laptop and waited for the interval between booting up to check the text messages carefully.

The first few messages were sent by friends in the navy, about one or two o'clock in the morning, and they were all about the hospitalization of Yang An and Li Yue. I called, but I didn't receive it because the phone was turned off, and Director Qiao's call was among them.

Wang Shun hurriedly called Director Qiao back, and after beeping twice, the connection was made.

Wang Shun said happily: "Director Qiao,

Li Yue retired, did Yang An..."

"I'm in a meeting!"

beep beep...

Director Qiao hung up Wang Shun's phone abruptly, making him completely confused.

Wang Shun clicked on the webpage, automatically logged into his Weibo space, rubbed his eyes, and saw more than 3,000 unread private messages, what the hell is this?

Looking at the homepage again, scrolling the mouse, Wang Shun suddenly exploded in anger!

The endless replies were all insulting his family members. I don't know how many netizens exploded his Weibo space!

Wang Shun was trembling with anger, and scrolled down two pages, unable to read any more.

All the posts in my space were exploded!

All exploded!

Not one survived!

Some of the essays, miscellaneous talks, thoughts and insights he wrote a year ago, as well as the photos of himself talking about cross talk performances, all of which were not spared, each of which was hit hundreds of times!

"Damn you!" Wang Shun let out a low growl, his blood surged up, and his whole body trembled.

Needless to say, Yang An's counterattack must have arrived!

Too many comments, too many x-on:his people, Wang Shun couldn't find the real master Yang An from the crowd.

But he remembered Yang An's nickname, searched it directly, and without hesitation, cursed in the first post: "Sinister villain! Don't think that you have a lot of fans, so you can call them to blow up my Weibo! If you want to fight, you can do it!" Fight me openly, don't hide and use dirty tricks! Bah!"

Five minutes later, Wang Shun was dumbfounded, and his unread private messages skyrocketed again by more than 1,000!

And he found out that from head to toe, Yang An never responded to his criticism, didn't name him and scold him, didn't x-on: him, and didn't even mention the word cross talk.

Wang Shun kept complaining. He was so angry that he was dizzy just now. Sure enough, the provocative reply he just sent was hung up and whipped by angry netizens!

"Bastard! Brother Yang has already tolerated it like this, and you are still messing around here!"

"A guy who is not as good as a beast...too shameless!"

"Damn your uncle, which trick is it? Exploding your Weibo has nothing to do with Brother Yang, it's my ghost knife leader!"

"Wang Shun from the Lingnan Opera Troupe, right? Just wait, the brothers who are flying today will rush to Lingnan and hack you to death, bastard! It's not a thing, it's not a thing!"

"Scum! Scum! Bah!"

Wang Shun was dizzy for a while, and he suspected that he had been fooled.

"I know, Yang An must be pretending to be pitiful, yes, he must be trying to gain sympathy..."

Wang Shun was flustered holding the mobile phone. He wanted to call Director Qiao and Wang Heyun, but when the phone rang, he was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

It's Qiu Jiuling!

Qiu Jiuling's anger vented like a storm: "I misunderstood you, Wang Shun, you are a real villain! Don't think that your master's remaining prestige can protect you for a lifetime, even if the southern school cross talk is ruined, it won't be your turn." In you, you are not even qualified to talk about cross talk, you are not worthy of being a folk artist! I warn you, Wang Shun, don’t appear in front of me in the future, otherwise, I will let you eat my old fist!"

After cursing angrily, Wang Shun had no strength to resist, and Qiu Jiuling hung up the phone.

"what!"

Wang Shun almost threw the phone away, the jingle rang again, and the second person who scolded him appeared, another big boss in the cross talk world!

Wang Shun was annoyed, so he simply turned off his phone, and just refreshed the webpage, a name he was familiar with x-on: him, he was Li Qiankun's big apprentice, sent a personal message, and he clicked in to read it.

"Master hasn't smiled so happily in ten years..."

Then there are two vertical series of pictures and sets of pictures.

There are two photos in the first row. On the left is a photo of Wang Shun and his partner talking about cross talk at the China Beijing TV Crosstalk Conference last year, and on the right is a photo of Mr. Li with a blank face.

In the second row, the second apprentice who was replaced by Mr. Li was talking about cross talk, and his face was full of smiles, while the old man on the right was expressionless.

In the third row, another group of partners changed, the old man remained expressionless.

In the fourth row, Yang An, Li Yue and Cao Xiaobao were on the TV. Mr. Li laughed so hard that he could even see the filled dentures!

Wang Shun was furious, what does this mean? Isn't it obvious? Why put Wang Shun first? Does it mean that Wang Shun is not as good as Yang An?

The replies below are all from the media and entertainment circles, Wang Shun was startled when he saw these ids.

Zhongjing TV praised: "Mr. Li is very funny and humorous!"

The official praise of the China Quyi Association: "Professor Li has a discerning eye, and the newcomer Yang An is good!"

Qiu Jiuling praised: "I have never heard of the cross talk actor in the first picture."

Happy comedian's official account likes: "Thanks to Mr. Li for cultivating newcomers, I wish the old man a long and healthy life, and continue to use the remaining heat for the Chinese folk art circle."

Tang Shun, the director of the Spring Festival Gala, praised: "Except for the two people in the first picture who don't know each other, the others are the best cross talk actors in China. Under the current disadvantaged environment, cross talk actors should help each other and unite together. They cannot learn from each other. Cao Pi behaves like that! He was originally from the same root, so why bother each other?"

Wang Shun is about to vomit blood, so if you praise Yang An, you will only praise Yang An, and pick up the first picture to talk about it, what do you mean?

And Qiu Jiuling, who called just now? Don't know me yet? I don't fucking know you yet!

I prevent you from messing with me? Who is Tang Shun, the director of the Spring Festival Gala? Why is it too hasty to blame, who is torturing whom, have you figured it out? Didn't Yang An's program crew make things difficult for me first, will I fight back against him?

Another phone call came from a leader of Zhongjing TV, who had exchanged numbers with him during the cross talk competition last year. Wang Shun connected, and just said ah, the other party said coldly: "Wang Shun, this year's Spring Festival Gala and You have nothing to do with the Lantern Festival party!"

Wang Shun became anxious: "It's not Director He, I... Hey! Hey!"

beep beep...

The other party hangs up directly!

Asshole! It is agreed that the Lantern Festival will invite me to come on stage and talk about cross talk! Wang Shun kicked over the trash can, angry!

Wang Shun contacted Director Qi of Beijin TV Station, but the other party was not in the service area! Damn, I just got through it!

Then I called Wang Heyun, the leader of Qingyun Club, but no one answered!

Wang Shun called all his fellow folk artists he knew, but no one wanted to answer his call!

Wang Shun finally knew how to be afraid. Unexpectedly, all walks of life regarded him as a cancer and avoided it. No one dared to talk to him!

At this time, Director Qiao of Beijin TV Station was in a meeting. The production department, the director, and the reviewers were all staring at him, waiting for him to express his opinion.