Live broadcast: My leisurely life on the island

"make trouble?"

Seeing Zhao Linger's tone, the other party's target is him.

At this moment, the five yachts had also arrived at the pier.

Then I saw a dozen people coming up to meet them.

After that, a dozen people got off the yacht.

Surrounded in the center was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

Zhang Heng turned off the live broadcast first.

After all, it is not clear what it is, so it is not good for the whole network to pay attention.

So Zhang Heng called Zhao Linger and asked her what was going on.

"Don't come back, I'll take care of it."

Before Zhang Heng finished speaking, Zhao Linger hung up the phone directly.

No matter what it is, since you are here to find yourself.

That certainly can't be a shrinking turtle.

However, when he had just packed up the camp bed and planned to go back, suddenly two helicopters flew over from the sky.

Then Zhang Heng's cell phone rang.

Zhang Heng subconsciously took out his mobile phone and saw that it was 'middle-aged should be a fool'.

As soon as it was connected, a huge roar was heard.

"Brother Scum, I'll be there soon, where are you?"

Huge roar...

Reaching soon……

Doesn't that mean the 'middle-aged guy' is on the helicopter?

I go!

This is awesome!

He actually came in a private jet.

"Brother Liuzi, you are not in a helicopter, are you?"

"Yes, I'll be at your house soon."

"Then I'm on the beach directly opposite you, you can land here. Other places are not suitable either. See? It's me who is waving."

The middle-aged Liuzi paused for a moment, and then said excitedly: "I see, I see."

"That's good, I'll wait for you."

Not long after hanging up the phone, the helicopter arrived.

After landing, a middle-aged fat man with a red face got off the plane.

The moment he saw Zhang Heng, he rushed up to meet him.

"Oh, brother scumbag, I finally saw you in person. You are more handsome and manly than in the live broadcast."

The middle-aged Gai Liuzi looks similar to Zhang Heng.

In middle age, he is kind and easy-going, a big guy who has no airs.

"Should……"

Halfway through speaking, Zhang Heng stopped.

It's all face to face, which is different from online.

It's really impolite to call him Liuzi face to face.

The middle-aged Liuzi immediately understood Zhang Heng's thoughts.

"My name is Han Ben, just call me Old Han."

Saying that, Han Ben stretched out his hand to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng also reached out to hold Han Ben's hand.

"My name is Zhang Heng, just call me Dahengzi."

"That won't work. We are friends. If you call me Lao Han, I will naturally call you Lao Zhang. You can't mess up your seniority."

You can't mess up your seniority...

As soon as these words came out, the old men behind Han Ben all looked at each other in blank dismay.

What is Han Ben's identity?
What is the identity of this island villager in front of him?
A business tycoon and a villager call each other brothers.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would believe it?

And the most important thing is that these 50-year-olds are all brothers and sisters with Han Ben.

Han Ben and Zhang Heng call each other brothers.

Then they have to follow suit.

Forget about these old men, just let it go.

After all, giants like Han Ben are not afraid of embarrassment, so naturally they don't need to worry about anything.

But the most important thing is how many are Han Ben's juniors.

If you talk about seniority, you have to be called Uncle Zhang Heng.

This is really a bit difficult to accept.

It is a pity that it is difficult to accept and has to be accepted.

Anyone can refuse to give face, but Han Ben's must be given!
After that, Han Ben began to accept several old men who accompanied Zhang Heng.

They are all masters in the sculpture world, figures at the ceiling level.

Originally, Han Ben wanted to come by himself, but they also wanted to come.

He said he wanted to meet the master Zhang Heng.

In fact, it was to dismantle Zhang Heng's platform and slap him in the face.

Because of his appearance, these so-called masters who were favored by Han Ben were instantly worthless.

At first Zhang Heng thought it was a normal art exchange.

But when shaking hands with them, there was obvious hostility.

"Master Zhang, you seem a little slippery."

As soon as they shook hands, an old man with a white beard raised a question.

"Smooth? How can the hand for sculpting be smooth?" An old man with short hair next to him took up the conversation with a look of disbelief, "Master Zhang is so skilled, how can his hands be smooth?"

As he said that, the short-haired old man was about to reach out and touch Zhang Heng's hand.

Lightning and Flint, Lightning and Flint is about to explode.

Han Ben suddenly said with a smile on his face: "Old Zhang, everyone is very novel about your maintenance method, you might as well tell everyone about it."

Zhang Heng smiled slightly and said, "Old Han, aren't you making fun of me? How can I take care of my hands when I'm an adult?"

"As for why my hands are not rough, I think it's probably because of talent."

"Actually, I usually use my brain when sculpting. I only do it when I think about it and I'm sure about it."

As soon as these words came out, the sculptors were speechless for a moment, their faces full of embarrassment.

Because they often tell people that sculpture needs to be hammered and chiseled a million times before you can get a glimpse of the way.

These words are basically the prelude to their pretense.

But after Zhang Heng's words, they were slapped in the face with tenderness on the outside and tenderness on the inside.

But the old man with the white beard was quite calm, just smiled lightly, and the embarrassment on his face disappeared.

"That's great. Today we will learn how to use our brains from Master Zhang."

Zhang Heng smiled slightly, "It's easy to say, as long as you want to learn, I will teach. But I'm afraid that you won't learn it, and if you spread the word, you will lose face as a teacher."

Pretend to be two hundred and five with me, you little old man is still young!

For Zhang Heng's tit-for-tat, Han Ben laughed.

"Old Zhang, don't worry. If they don't learn well, they will pretend that they have never seen you before."

Zhang Heng nodded heavily and said, "With what you said, Old Han, I feel much more at ease."

The two looked at each other and smiled, self-evident.

Zhang Heng let out his anger.

The same is true for Han Ben.

On weekdays, these old guys rely on their obsession with carving.

Play all kinds of tricks, tricks and black money.

It's not a big deal, but it's disgusting.

Well now, there is a more powerful master.

It's finally time to feel proud.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Heng still used the prestige value obtained overnight.

Orientation was drawn once.

With luck, two skill levels.

Zhang Heng directly promoted the engraving technique to the master level.

At present, in the world, counting Zhang Heng, there are only five people who can reach the master level.

It shouldn't be a big problem to hang these few.

After that, the group went to Zhang Heng's house.

Along the way, Zhang Heng and Han Ben were talking and laughing, they were just a pair of year-end friends who met each other and hated each other.

In addition to talking about good mountains and rivers, he also talked about Mr. Wei.

Teacher Wei has already entered the hospital in the provincial capital, and the mountain village primary school where she is located has also started to build a new school building.

The name of the school is Haidao Primary School.

As soon as the group arrived at the door, twenty or thirty people were suddenly surrounded.

"Who the fuck is Zhang Heng!"