Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

The performance at the North Exhibition is over.

Everyone set out for the hotel at eleven o'clock.

The restaurant is still a cooperation between Guo Qilin and his master. It is not big and cannot accommodate too large a team, but the more than a hundred of them are barely enough.

When they arrived at the box, everyone was talking non-stop, each one more excited than the other.

Everywhere you look you can hear people talking and taking photos of each other.

When everyone was present, Guo Qilin stood near the table in front and took a look. Not only the crosstalk performers, but also the film and television actors from other departments and the behind-the-scenes staff were all present.

This way, it will no longer be just a few hundred people.

"It seems that we need to move to a bigger place next year, or expand the hotel?"

Guo Qilin asked his master amid the crowd.

Yu Qian shook his head. "Forget it. It's too much trouble. It would be nice if we could find a place for the little girl to eat out. Next year, we'll find a bigger restaurant to hold the event."

"it is good."

Apprentices don't want their masters to be too tired. Their masters mainly focus on eating, drinking and having fun, and it is not good to be restrained by anything.

If he hadn't founded his own company, he probably wouldn't want to own any shares.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I have something I want to tell you."

It was very noisy in the box, but suddenly Guo Qilin's words came out, and everyone seemed to be quiet as if they were connected by one nerve.

Look at the past one by one.

Guo Qilin was quite uncomfortable with the sudden silence. He thought everyone was looking forward to receiving some benefits and paying attention as soon as they heard him speak, so he spoke slowly.

"Last year I said that there would be no shortage of things this year. So I decided to give each of the old employees a car worth 400,000 yuan as a reward. We have already done the statistics and will gradually check and distribute it tomorrow."

There was a boom.

The box was quiet one second and bustling with people the next.

When delivering cars to a group of old employees, they were naturally cheering and excited, and wanted to jump up, but those who came later were so envious that their faces turned purple.

Among them, Shaobing was about to cry.

How come I didn't get any good thing?

Xiao Si comforted him, "It's okay, don't be sad. You don't have it, and neither do I."

"You have nothing to do with me."

"Brother Yan is still the best. He followed Dalin at the beginning and he was 100% sure about this."

Meng Hetang complained on the side, and then looked for Yan Hexiang in the crowd. He saw that he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, and kept walking around and talking to several familiar old employees.

"Joy and rejoice together!"

"You are happy."

"You are happy too."

Seeing their envy, Zhou Jiuliang at the same table didn't care, "Not bad, those who left have nothing, right?"

As a company grows in number, some people are bound to come and go, and even if the benefits are good, they may not necessarily stay.

Including the earliest batch of employees.

After all, Huilinshe’s welfare wasn’t that good at the beginning.

Now that they think about it, they do feel a bit of sympathy for those who left, as they missed the rising period of Huilin Society.

As soon as the price rose, Dalin gave real money.

"That's enough. Everyone, be quiet." Guo Qilin spoke again, and the noisy crowd quieted down again, just as they did before, at an astonishing speed.

"We have just selected several judges on the stage. Now we will start with the performances and basic judging skills. After the judging, we will draw prizes and present awards. These are indispensable, so please rest assured.

Come on, those who were just elected as judges, please sit at the first table."

Being elected as a judge is purely based on luck.

The audience will not make a serious choice, they just cheer together and think it is confirmed when Guo Qilin says so.

So apart from the master, there were Xiao Si, Meng Hetang, Feng Zhaoyang and Zhang Helun.

Guo Qilin was not inside, he just watched the show from the side, he didn't want to take up this spot.

And heard calling myself.

Xiao Si smiled and sat down at the table with the most old men. "It's my honor."

Seeing that, Shaobing couldn't even complain. How come he was so lucky?

Several judges sat down.

At the beginning, a few actors performed a few short shows, and then the short shows were over.

Shaobing was the first to go on stage and show off his skills.

"Let me introduce the names of the dishes to you all."

"Wait a moment." Yu Qian stood up playfully, his expression serious, "Introduce yourself first. We don't know you yet, how can we perform? Introduce yourself, and let me remember you within ten seconds."

"..."

Shaobing tried to hold back his smile, thinking that all the old men were here to play, right?

"My name is Zhu Yunfeng, I'm 34 years old, male. I'm currently the vice president of the crosstalk department of Huilin Society. Can I start performing?"

"Okay."

"I'll treat you to steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tails, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, sauced chicken, bacon, pine flowers, tripe, dried meat, sausages..."

Clang clang clang, Shaobing recited a whole paragraph of dishes in one breath.

Yu Qian nodded, "Not bad."

"Wait a minute, teacher. I don't think this is possible. How can the vice president perform so little? We need to do more."

Shaobing bared his teeth and looked in Xiaosi's direction, "Just wait."

"Teacher Yu threatened the judges and challenged the authority of our judges."

"Really? The judges' dignity cannot tolerate a challenge. Two more paragraphs."

Everyone in the box was laughing at Shaobing's joke, so he gritted his teeth and sang two more paragraphs.

But they did this to set an example for Shaobing, otherwise some actors would really take this as a joke.

This is an obvious demonstration opportunity. The old man is sitting below, so if anyone has any questions or doubts, he can give them guidance immediately.

This kind of guidance is more popular than getting a reward, and there are few opportunities to do so.

Therefore, even if some people’s basic skills are a little weak, they are willing to come up and try and learn.

Thirty passed in a flash.

Everyone enjoys watching.

While eating, Guo Qilin could tell that there were some actors with good skills.

We have to mention the group of people led by Zhang Helun. Among them, there are three or four people who are very good and stand out.

If things go well, maybe we can give some resources a little support next year.

After the performance, everything that happened next returned to normal. Although it was normal, it made everyone excited and looking forward to it.

Whether it is winning a prize or a lottery, the gifts are not small.

Therefore, after winning an award, many people’s first thought is to post on Weibo to show off.

A small post to show off.

The fans were envious again.

This year, just like last year, Huilinshe’s welfare benefits were announced, including giving old employees cars worth over 400,000 yuan.

This is something that no worker would dare to imagine. What a great company would be able to give such a gift.

This is especially true for those in Deyun Society.

"Da Lin's spending is getting bigger and bigger. He has cars worth more than 300,000 or 400,000 yuan. That's more than 10 million yuan."

In the Rose Garden, Kong Yunlong, Yue Yunpeng and their master are together.

The three of them can stay together and talk about Dalin without worrying about anything.

Guo Degang looked at the microblogs of Meng Hetang, Shaobing and others, and an expression slowly emerged on his face.

Nowadays Dalin is willing to spend money.

Thousands in the blink of an eye.

Although Wang Hui was also willing to reward employees with money at the annual meeting, she was far less generous than Dalin.

So even though his wife didn't believe in donations, he did. This kid just didn't care.

Of course, the premise of not caring is that he makes money much faster than everyone else.

His senior told him that the child’s copyright income was extremely terrifying.

Even the copyrights of some songs are so expensive that even top stars have to think carefully about it.

Thinking of this, Guo Degang was a little dazed for a moment. It turned out that his eldest son had grown up to this point inadvertently.

"Master, what are Deyun Society's plans for next year? Due to some disturbances, the seating capacity of the small theater has become worse."

Kong Yunlong said that he had been performing in small theaters and knew it best.

"Take your time. It's fine as long as things are stable for now. After things are stable, we'll assign a vice president to help Xiao Luan. He has too much to do."

"Get another vice president?"

Yue Yunpeng and Kong Yunlong looked at each other.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

With the current staff at Deyun Society, we don’t know who to choose for another vice president.

Yue Yunpeng thinks he is not capable of this, as he is not in the small theater.

Kong Yunlong was not that interested in management. If something went wrong again, not only would he not be able to be the deputy general manager, but even the captain would not be able to do his job.

As for the others, basically all those who could support the family went to Dalin.

People like Zhang Jiunan, Wang Jiulong, and Shang Jiuxi can at most be captains, and the others definitely cannot.

If Shaobing was here, it would be about the same.

He has learned everything about crosstalk management.

"Master, who are you looking for?" Kong Yunlong asked directly.

"You guys can recommend one. Just pick one and it will be fine. Even if you don't know how to do it, you can learn it slowly later when you have time."

"Yeah, at least Brother Luan can relax a little."

The two of them took care of the matter and then went home.

Wait until the night is over.

The scenes of Huilin Society’s annual meeting were posted online by more people.

It was also announced that Zhao Jinmai will be joining soon.

She originally wanted to come and attend the annual meeting, but ended up having to spend the New Year in her hometown, so she had to miss it.

But Guo Qilin did not forget to prepare red envelopes for her, waiting to give them to her at the beginning of the new year, including one for his good friend.

He never forgot his two younger sisters.

"Dad~ Dad, get up, get up~"

Guo Qilin came back too late yesterday and didn't get home until two o'clock. At eight o'clock in the morning, the little girl ran into the room, stood beside her father's bed, pulled her father's exposed big hand and whispered a few words.

"Daughter, let daddy take a nap and call me at noon."

"Oh." He He didn't insist on interrupting, and muttered softly, "Mom and He He made glutinous rice balls together."

"??"

Hearing that his wife and daughter had made dumplings, Guo Qilin became excited. This was quite rare.

I got up and checked it out.

I found that early in the morning, my wife was placing three bowls of white dumplings in the living room. She didn't eat them, but was poking her face for some unknown reason.

After a quick wash, Guo Qilin wondered, "What are you doing?"

Deng Ziqi poked the left side of his face and then the right side. "I feel like a dumpling. I'm getting fatter and fatter."

“It’s good to have more meat.”

"Yes, when I was a kid I used to dislike having too much flesh, but now I know how precious it is, and it makes you look younger."

"At your age, you're already trying to look younger? Is Master still alive?"

Deng Ziqi was always amused by her husband, and then slowly pushed one of the bowls towards him.

"You and your daughter packed it?"

"Of course, He He and I made them together this morning. Her little hands made the biggest one. It's in your bowl, take a look."

Overjoyed, Guo Qilin used chopsticks to dig a little deeper and indeed saw a slightly larger one inside.

Although it's not that big.

But thinking about the little guy struggling to make dumplings, he thought it was fun, as he had played with flour before.

However, just as he was about to eat, he became alert.

"There's nothing weird in there, right?"

"What are you doing? If you don't trust me, would I harm you?"

"makes sense."

Guo Qilin was curious about the taste of the glutinous rice balls made by his wife and daughter, but he felt something was wrong after taking one bite.

It’s not the regular sweet-filled glutinous rice balls, but one with meat.

Suddenly I felt so miserable that I couldn't express it.

But that’s true, in my wife’s mind, this is a very normal thing.

Seeing that her husband didn't move, Deng Ziqi deliberately widened her eyes and her facial expression became tense, as if saying, "If you don't eat, I will cry in the next second."

"What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"

"good to eat."

"Let me teach you how to eat it. I have experience." Deng Ziqi regained his composure, scooped up one with a spoon, and asked his daughter to look at it carefully. He He also cooperated very well, imitating her mother's expression just now, and looked at it with her eyes wide open.

“First bite a small hole and drink up all your oil and juice, then eat the slightly salty skin bit by bit, and when you’re done with the meat you can eat it all in one bite.

Come, He He, eat it."

My daughter never complains about anything she eats and always imitates her mother.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Deng Ziqi asked loudly in the direction of his daughter.

"good to eat."

He He also responded in a very loud voice.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

"it is good."

The mother and daughter reached a consensus on eating meat dumplings. Guo Qilin wanted to say something but couldn't. What's the difference between this and eating soup dumplings?

Or a combination of soup buns and dumplings?

Sometimes when He He eats dumplings, he likes to eat the skin first, and then eat the remaining meat as a meatball.

Just when I was about to put down my chopsticks and take a break, He He suddenly looked over at me.

"Dad, isn't He He Bao delicious?"

One word about death.

“It’s delicious. It’s so delicious.”

"Daddy, eat more." The little girl smiled brightly and stood up to scoop one more for her daddy with a spoon.

"Thank you He He, eat it yourself quickly."

"Give Dad another one."

"no need."

"Dad works hard, so he needs to eat more to make money."

"It's really not necessary, my daughter."

In a short time, He He scooped two or three more dumplings for her father. Guo Qilin looked at the bowl and felt for the first time how deep his daughter's love was.

"Dad, do you want more? He He can go make more."

Seemingly addicted to the dumplings, the little girl put down the spoon and ran to the kitchen.

Guo Qilin was so scared that he got goose bumps. He quickly grabbed the girl who was running as fast as the wind and said, "That's enough. That's enough. Hurry up and eat your own food or it will get cold."

"Dad thinks it's delicious. He He makes it for him every day. He He makes it quickly."

Oh my god.

Guo Qilin felt both painful and happy. This kind of kindness was really helpless.