Since 1983

In the evening, Huibin Building.

Before leaving get off work, Mr. Xu was surfing the Internet. After Sohu went online, the group of them moved their positions and went online with pay every day, enjoying themselves.

The base is small, there are not many BBS posts, and the forums of chatting, sports, film and music, and dancing and writing are relatively popular. There is also a professional version of computer technology exchange, which is very strange for posting pictures, posting pictures, and asking for resources.

Zhang Li rejected the juicy peach offered by someone, and called him Hengwu Jun.

Xiaoxu also rejected Northeast Lin Daiyu and called him a wealthy idler.

Xu Fei originally wanted to call Chai Dai into my arms, but was sprayed wildly by the two, and then soft rice hard to eat, African little boy, a fart burst out of shit were rejected one by one.

I can only continue to be handsome enough to shock the central government.

He clicked on Wuwenengmo, and posted a post: Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing, and it was hard to get rid of it all night. I went out for a drink alone. On the way home, I felt overwhelmed, and I was full of thoughts. I accidentally got a few sentences. Please correct me. :

You can travel thousands of miles by holding back your urine, but it is difficult to walk an inch if you have diarrhea.

There are only so few people, and everyone who often messes with them knows each other. He clicked send, refreshed the webpage slowly, and immediately got a reply:

Good poetry, great poetry! It looks simple, but it is full of philosophy of life. Brother Face is worthy of Brother Face.

After thinking hard, I can't come up with the next couplet. It seems to be a quatrain.

I just want to know what happened to Brother Face?

The newcomer wants to ask, why is it called Brother Face?

Looking at his name, does he have a sense of shamelessness?

Rich and idle: Disgusting! Where is the moderator? Disgusting stuff like this should be deleted!

Mr. Hengwu: Hehe.

That name upstairs, do you like Baochai?

Yes, I am Baochai.

You're kidding, how about we talk about the Red Mansion? I like the Red Mansion the most.

Okay, but I'm really Baochai.

Rich and idle man: Yes, I can prove that I am Baoyu.

He was so handsome that the central government was shocked: There is a successor, from now on you will be called Sister Face.

Alas! Surfing the web is so exciting!

Teacher Xu turned off the computer, and also turned off the phone before the call came, and flew downstairs with Xiao Mo.

The place to treat guests is not very luxurious, but it is ok. Arrived at the restaurant by car, walked into the private room, sat the whole room, huffed and got up.

President Xu!

President Xu!

Sit down, why is there such a big battle? Isn't it just a light meal?

Oh, everyone admires you very much, crying and begging me to meet you, they are all from the Northeast, let me introduce you...

Uncle Benshan was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a mustache. He was very energetic and said one by one: This is He Qingkui, a screenwriter, from Jilin Province. He wrote Red Sorghum Model Team that I participated in the Spring Festival Gala this year.

There is also a Dark Willow and Bright Flowers also he is talented!

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Don't dare to act, dare not act.

He Qingkui seemed to be honest, a little reserved.

This is Gao Xiumin, they are fellow villagers, they can sing Errenzhuan, act, and sketch.

Well, I've seen your Burden. It's well acted and well written.

It can't be compared with you. You are doing big things, and we are all doing small things.

Gao Xiumin's voice was loud, even if it was lowered, it was loud.

This is Fan Wei, who played the skit with me, from Shencheng.

Mr. Xu!

Fan Wei is more reserved, with a gentle temperament, far less like a big head and a thick neck.

After introducing the three, there was Guo Tiecheng and others. Guo Tiecheng was Er Kui in Liu Laogen and also performed in Red Sorghum Model Team. In the early days, he was highly praised by Uncle Benshan, but later parted ways.

There are also a few young actors and singers who came to the capital from the northeast, but they have no impression.

...

Xu Fei looked around and wondered, why is there no spicy English? It seems that the two may not know each other.

It is said that before the big capital entered the entertainment industry, there were many gangs.

In the capital alone, there are three groups: Pu Cunxin, Yang Lixin, He Bing, etc. who left Renyi; Zhang Yang, Guan Hu, etc. who left the Beijing Film Studio.

In addition, the Beijing circle represented by Wang Shuo and Zheng Xiaolong also spawned Ge You, Feng Kuo, Xu Cairen, Huayi, etc., and later wooed Guan Hu.

Including Chen Daoming, Wang Zhiwen, Zhang Guoli, etc., all of whom are closely related.

Then there is the Northwest circle, represented by Zhang Guoshi, Gu Changwei, and Wang Quan'an, and derived from Gong Li, International Zhang, Jiang Wenli, Ma Sichun, etc.

There are also characters on the fringes of the matrix such as Yan Ni, Zhang Jiayi, and Guo Tao.

Then there is the northeast circle, represented by Uncle Ben Shan and Laying.

But Laying doesn't mix very much, she mainly mixes with Class 61. Sixth Class includes Wang Fei, Zhao Wei, Li Yapeng, Yao Chen, etc.

Uncle Ben Shan almost took over the entertainment industry in Northeast China. He is full of legends. Successfully nailed the external impression of Northeast China on Errenzhuan and Country Love.

Later, the Hong Kong circle went north, so I won’t list them.

In short, when capital enters, there is no mainstream circle anymore, but a situation of the Yangtze River Delta vs. the Pearl River Delta. The Northeast Gang declined rapidly, and the reasons will not be mentioned.

I heard Mr. Xu is only 31 years old this year?

It just corresponds to the saying that young and promising, what's the use of us living such a big age? It's all in vain.

Xu is always from Ancheng?

I'm familiar with Ancheng, I used to sing Errenzhuan all the time.

I've been there too, it's a good place, it's old.

Oh, no matter what, we are all fellow villagers. It's not easy for Mr. Xu to achieve such a big career in the capital. Nothing else, just admiration!

I have to toast you, I did what you want!

...

Xu Fei just felt strange, this group of people asked him to form a clique?

Uncle Ben Shan started his business with the Spring Festival Gala, expanded his industry with TV dramas, and became the godfather of entertainment in Northeast China with two people. Of course not now, just a famous comedian.

He was polite and thoughtful, treating it like an ordinary dinner, but he said a few more words to Fan Wei, which made him flattered.

After eating and drinking for a long time, two boxes of beer went down, and two bottles of liquor were drained.

Some were obviously taller, and a buddy who introduced himself as a singer came over with a glass of wine, Mr. Xu, I would like to toast you! You are proud of us for embarrassing us.

Don't dare. You've had too much to drink. You can't drink any more.

President Xu, I respect you!

Sit down and rest, sober up.

Mr. Xu, you don't give face...you don't give face, you look down on fellow villagers, don't you?

This man has a big tongue, a red face and a thick neck. Xu Fei waved, You help him to rest, he's drunk.

Don't touch me! Don't, don't touch me...I've lifted it up here, you're drunk...

As he said, he stretched out his hand and was about to pull it.

Xiao Mo didn't like it a long time ago, so he kicked him, and the man flew backwards, hitting the wall with a bang. Xiao Mo strode to keep up, with a strong wrist, he lifted up with one hand, and the door opened and closed.

boom!

...

In the silence, Teacher Xu smiled and said, Where did you just say that?

TV drama.

Oh, you have also filmed a lot of movies, all of which are experiences. When you have some capital in the future, you can try to make your own. The film and television industry will be even more prosperous in the future.

Okay, I've made a note. Uncle Ben Shan nodded repeatedly.

Okay, it's almost time to eat, let's stop here today.

No one dared to stay, so they got up and saw them off.

Going out to get in the car, walking on the dark street, little Mo Fang said: These people have no good intentions!

How to say?

I've seen it all. The fellow elders and fellow villagers let you be the leader. What's so good about being the leader? You don't owe them anything if you don't owe them anything, so what's the point?

You can't say that. People are drifting in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. When you encounter good ones, you should be on guard, and you should be on guard against bad ones. Let's not take the initiative to harm others.

The car window was open, and the cool summer breeze was blowing, but I still felt that the meal was inexplicable.

Does he deserve to join the faction? He is Xu Godfather Fei!