Since 1983

In March, the weather gradually warms up.

It was quite warm during the day, and in the evening the north wind blew again, sweeping the streets and alleys. After get off work hours, there are still many rooms in Huibin Building with lights on.

The current seventh floor is Xinghe and Times. Elaine has already moved out and moved into a new editorial department. I heard that a fashion magazine is going to be launched, but the publication has not yet been launched.

The eighth floor is the world, "New Film and Television" and "Contemporary Entertainment"; the training class on the ninth floor was moved to Xiangshan, and it was empty for a while, but today there is another company:

Times Ventures.

Venture capital is a new thing in mainland China, and the standard equipment is a high-level analyst team to judge the potential of the project. But it's useless, Mr. Xu's metaphysical investment.

A family of three holds shares. It has just been listed, and there is still a faint smell of paint in the room.

The media sends out a manager as a tool person, and then finds some clerks, financial, and legal consultants, and the grass-roots team is formed. This manager is even worse. He doesn't even have a last name. He is listening to instructions:

"Our investment direction is mainly the Internet industry, of course other things are also possible. If anyone contacts, you can find me..."

"Look for me too!"

"Just find me."

"Yes Yes."

The manager wiped off his sweat. Since the restructuring, everyone now has a feeling that the married son-in-law has inherited the family business—actually not, Teacher Xu already owns shares in the media.

Xiao Xu turned around, dissatisfied: "It's too simple, will it make people look down upon it?"

"Why is an investment company so rich? The important thing is the project."

Counting the time, Xu Fei said, "I'm going to Xiaoxiang for a meeting in the second ten days, and I'll start advertising tomorrow. It probably means that we are very optimistic about China's Internet and are willing to help people with insight realize their dreams."

"OK."

After giving some instructions, the two left work.

It was already late, and the cold wind was blowing on his face, Xiao Xu covered his face with a scarf, and suddenly said, "Walk back?"

"Okay."

Xu Fei took her hand and walked back slowly.

It's very close, and you have to go around when driving, just walk in one line. After a while, I saw the community and the Guantian Villa on the opposite side.

"This house is about to break down, and a new one is going to be built in the north."

"What is the source?"

"I heard from Xiaoli that he is a Taiwanese businessman, what is his name Ziyu... Oh, Ziyu Villa, the first phase will be built this year." Xiao Xu said.

"How many buildings shall we buy?"

"Okay, let's keep the rest. When the Wenyu River is repaired, we will move there."

When it was time to speak, she looked up at Huiyuan Apartment, and said, "Oh, I still like Baihua Hutong."

"..."

Xu Fei rolled his eyes. But it's true, the three of them are nostalgic, don't look at buying properties around the world, there are Zhuangzi in the countryside. If you are really getting old, you have to go back to the depths of the flowers.

Walking downstairs, Zhang Li happened to take a look at the balcony, and when she got up, she felt sour.

"I said slow, it turned out that they were walking hand in hand."

"Oh, isn't it close!"

Xiao Xu put his arms around her neck, and Teacher Xu hugged her together and coaxed her.

The spring is dry, and the three of them get angry when the seasons change. The dinner is plain and the table is green. He turned on the TV casually, the latest issue of "Happy 100%".

"The real one can't be faked! Today we invited four guests, the same three fakes and one real one. The real one is amazing. Guess what profession he is?" He Jiong said.

"It looks like a cook at first glance, and you can't get this temperament if you are not a cook." Resident guest Liang Tian said.

"Ha ha!"

Tian Zhen Dale next to him said, "I guess the chef too."

"chef!"

"chef!"

The camera flashed, and I saw four black fat men, who looked like quadruplets at first glance. Yes, one of them is a family chef.

Following the visit to the first one, the small eyes blinked.

"Hello everyone, I, my surname is Guo, and I am good at Shandong cuisine. Shandong cuisine is one of the eight major cuisines, but you may not know it, and it is divided into many genres.

There are Boshan cuisine, Jinan cuisine, Jiaodong cuisine, Confucian cuisine and Southwest Shandong cuisine. I learned Boshan cuisine. "

This person spoke Qilu-like Mandarin, and was a little nervous at first, but became more and more slippery, and finally couldn't stop.

"Boshan crispy pot, tofu box, stewed vegetables, meatballs, eight-treasure rice, glazed sweet potato, hot and sour pork skin soup, stir-fried pork slices... what I am best at is Boshan tofu box.

Speaking of this tofu box, it has a long history.

As early as the Xianfeng period, Boshan had a surname, first name Dengke, and baby name Zhang Jiu, who was known as the first cook in Boshan... There was no decent dish for entertaining guests, Zhang Dengke had an idea, cut the tofu into long cubes, hollowed out the inside, filled Put the stuffing on, first fry and then steam, and finally pour the sauce.

The stuffing is fried tofu, sea rice, fungus, amomum powder, and the juice is a salty juice made from cucumber slices and tomato slices, which is slightly sour. The skin is tough and the stuffing is tender, and the aftertaste is endless..."

"Wait a minute!"

Liang Tian interrupted suddenly and said: "I thought you looked alike, but now I changed my mind. You are not a cook, you should be a crosstalk talker."

"This talk is too slippery!" Tian Zhen said.

"I'm so hungry!" Gan Ping said.

"Ahem, buddy, you may have revealed your secrets. It really looks like a cross talk." Jiang Wu said.

"Hahaha!"

The audience was overjoyed, but the little black fat man was dumbfounded and showed an embarrassed yet polite smile, so the audience was even happier.

So the atmosphere became cheerful, the process continued, and the other three worked hard, and finally it was time for the selection.

"No. 1 is so interesting, I choose No. 2!"

"It's not that No. 1 doesn't want to choose you. It's too obvious. I'll choose No. 3."

"The buddy number 1 can make friends, I choose number 4!"

It turned out that No. 2 was true, but the focus was all on No. 1. Cao Ying asked, "What is your real occupation?"

"Uh, I'm talking about cross talk."

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Xu clutched his stomach and laughed, "This man is so funny."

"The effect of the show is quite good." Zhang Li also laughed.

Xu Fei had a strange expression, and immediately called Long Danni, "Hello? What's going on with number 1?"

"Didn't you guess the cook? I found three more similar ones. This guy sings in a theater troupe and also talks about cross talk. I drafted it for him in advance, but he added the lyrics himself. I think the effect is good and it's over."

"How do you feel there?"

"It's okay, the lip service is really sharp."

"In this way, you sign a short-term contract first, and stay here to do odd jobs."

"clear!"

Teacher Xu hung up the phone and found it interesting.

Lao Guo!

In history, he went to the capital three times, once in the late 1980s, once in 1994, and once in 1995.

I rented a house in Huangcun, Daxing, 150 per month, and found a theater troupe in Shakouzi. Once I ended up late, there was no bus, and I had two dollars left in my pocket.

If you want to give the watch to a taxi as a toll, they won't do it. As soon as I was cruel, I bought steamed stuffed buns for two yuan to replenish my strength, and then walked back, arriving home in the early hours of the morning.

The daily food is batter and onion, which has been bitter for several years. However, his stage experience and basic skills are also trained here.

What he wants to talk about is theater cross talk, where he talks for tens of minutes on the platform, instead of wearing a suit and standing in front of the camera and talking for ten minutes. I also wanted to defect, but no one wanted it, and everyone rejected it. I said it myself:

"As long as you give me something to eat, I would rather be your dog, but you are afraid that I will bite you, so you won't accept it."

So it was this environment that forced Lao Guo out.

"..."

Xu Fei thought about it, he couldn't overthrow the seedlings, give some living allowances, let's let them go out to exercise first.

When the time is right, invest in a comic boy group, find Mr. Zhang with crooked shoulders, and Yu Qian ready-made.