Teacher Li Xuejian's speech was deafening. After he finished speaking, he sat down steadily and raised his arm to show his agreement.

Many of the people who had originally opposed the proposal raised their hands in agreement when they saw that Li Xuejian, a "pacifist", had expressed his support.

But there is still a little silence.

Feng Xiaogang looked around and cursed inwardly.

They all help the one who has milk is the mother!

Since we are going to cause trouble, of course the more people the better.

It would be best if the Hong Kong circle could be completely convinced.

Even if we cannot completely defeat our opponents, it would be great if we could put pressure on them with more people, get the attention of the higher-ups, and take action to suppress the Hong Kong circle, giving them a few years of stable development time.

Just when Director Feng was about to speak to persuade them, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello!" Feng Xiaogang has been very popular in recent years, so he picked up the phone casually and answered it on the spot.

"Ah... OK, OK, I understand."

"Okay, you take a rest, I'll take care of this."

Soon, he put his phone down again.

Then Feng Xiaogang spoke loudly with excitement on his face.

"Biaozi called me just now."

Everyone present was familiar with him and knew without explanation that Biaozi was Teacher Fu Biao.

"His liver transplant was a success."

“Now I’m starting to recover.”

"it is good."

"Good thing."

"Invite him a drink some other day."

"Drink your mother, he has liver cancer, you are still drinking..."

After a commotion, old lady Liu Guoquan pushed up her glasses to take charge of the situation. She tapped the table with her knuckles, and the whole place quieted down.

Li Dawei looked at his mother's nonchalant attitude and wondered to himself when would he be able to be so domineering.

"Xiaogang, please continue."

Director Feng then spoke.

"Biaozi said that if Zhang Yuan was beaten this time and he is needed to help, he is willing to help."

In "A World Without Thieves", it was Zhang Yuan who saw him drunk and then remembered and reminded him.

After Fu Biao left the crew, he went to the hospital immediately and was scheduled for surgery after the examination.

I saw in the newspaper and on TV that Zhang Yuan was in trouble, so I called him.

Teacher Fu Biao is a kind person.

"Biaozi has just recovered from a serious illness, so we all need to contribute."

"Humph!"

"You guys can do whatever you want!"

Director Feng finished speaking and sat down with his mouth tilted.

Xu Fan on the side raised his chin towards him, indicating that he should be a little more polite, as they were all family.

Gradually, several more people raised their hands.

But there are still more than ten people who remain silent.

Everyone chatted for a while, and Liu Guoquan saw that these people were determined not to support it, so he decided to stop there.

But at this moment, Feng Xiaogang's cell phone rang again.

But this time was different from before. As soon as he saw the caller ID, he immediately became respectful.

After picking up the phone, he spoke in a much lower voice and with a kind attitude.

"Hey, tell me."

"Okay, okay..."

"I will definitely go."

"No problem, I'll contact you then."

"Hey, bye, bye."

After Director Feng put down his phone, his demeanor changed and his back straightened a lot.

When everyone saw him like this, they all turned their heads to look at him.

Feng Xiaogang grinned and spoke in a boastful manner.

"Why don't we just stop here today?"

"Whether to participate or not is up to you."

"Anyway, Wang Zhonglei from Huayi called me just now."

"He said he would go to Hengdian to visit the patient in person."

boom!
The heads of those who didn’t raise their hands all exploded!
Actors are actors, and capital is capital.

Huayi is currently the fastest-growing film and television capital in the imperial circle, and it is on the verge of gaining momentum.

The meaning of Xiao Wang going to visit the patient in person is self-evident.

Hua Yi obviously wants to protect Zhang Yuan.

Just as Zhang Yuan expected.

Huayi's idea is simple.

Zhang Yuan cannot "die".

If he dies, our film will also be affected.

In ancient times, many local forces could not be moved without the central government's determination. Of course, there are also such cases in modern times...

Once relationships become complicated and interests become entangled, we must protect each other, because protecting each other is protecting ourselves.

Besides, Zhang Yuan already knew that the Wang brothers were very old-fashioned in their ways and conduct.

What is old-school?
Even the Xiang family is old-fashioned, and they will ban anyone who dares to disobey them.

On the contrary, if they like you, they will support you to the utmost and help you deal with any problems.

Quite gang style.

The Wang brothers are similar.

Zhang Yuan just starred in two dramas invested by our company, and when he came to your crew, he was beaten?

I, Huayi, don’t care about my face!

You dare to beat up the people I protect, how can I win the support of others in the future?

How can we make the “little brothers” obedient?
Especially at this time when the contradictions between Huayi and Wang Jinhua gradually emerged, the Wang brothers were as sensitive as newly married girls.

Just like a gangster boss, the guy who helped him was beaten up.

If there is no expression, people's hearts will be scattered.

If it is expressed in person, people's hearts will be more united.

Xiao Wang will appear in person mainly to set an example for everyone, especially the actors under his own company.

"I will give one million to anyone who betrays me, and hundreds of millions to those who will be loyal to me in the future. Listen to the applause!"

Zhang Yuan is not my man, so I have to support him personally. If anyone who is loyal to me gets into trouble in the future, I will handle it on my own. Understand the applause... That's about what I mean.

Most of those who did not express their views before did not want to create rifts with Hong Kong capital.

But now Hua Yi has personally taken action, how can these people still tolerate it?

We can't lose sight of the important and pursue the trivial.

You look at me and I look at you, and everyone raises their hands.

"Passed unanimously!" Director Feng rubbed his arms.

"Okay, Xiaogang, you draft the manuscript and we will help you sign it." Liu Guoquan set the tone.

……

On the other side, inside an old residential building in the imperial capital.

"Grandpa Yuan, my fellow apprentice was almost beaten to death!"

As soon as Liu Shishi entered Yuan Kuocheng's house, she threw herself into the old man's arms and burst into tears.

Zhang Yuan assigned her the task.

Although this guy looks cute and silly, he is very decisive in doing things. After getting off the plane, he didn't go home but went straight to the old man.

"He, snort...he was beaten into a pig's head." The junior sister said while sucking the snot.

"Lying motionless on the hospital bed."

"What do you think we should do?"

Although it was a mission, she didn't act at all, it was just her true feelings.

Yuan Kuocheng heard her choking and incoherent speech, and he didn't fully understand what she said.

It can be seen that the little girl whom he had watched grow up was crying like this, and he felt very heartbroken.

"Speak slowly, don't cry, don't cry."

After crying for more than half an hour, the old man finally understood what had happened.

After a while, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng came with a glass of boiled water.

The water in the cup swayed back and forth and shook violently.

The water is shaking because your hands are shaking.

The shaking of the hands is due to anger! "Grandpa Yuan, medicine." Liu Shishi handed over a bottle of quick-acting heart-protecting pills. The old man grabbed a handful and patted his mouth, then swallowed it with water.

"Tell me more about Zhang Yuan."

When this was mentioned, seeing that Liu Shishi's eyes turned red again, the old man hurried to comfort her.

"Don't cry, little lion. It's okay. I'm here."

"He was lying in the hospital with his head wrapped like a ball."

Aiwowo is a snack in the imperial capital. It is made of glutinous rice balls wrapped with various fillings, including walnut kernels, sesame seeds, yam, etc. In short, it looks like a big white ball.

"The dark circles under his eyes look like a sugar-coated firecracker on his face."

Sugar-coated buns are also a snack in the capital. They are made by mixing brown sugar and flour together, adding crispy oil and sesame seeds, and then baking in an oven... They look like black, purple and red round cakes.

Anyway, Liu Shishi’s description is inseparable from the thirteen unique snacks in the capital.

Yuan Kuocheng imagined Zhang Yuan’s appearance based on the little lion’s description... and felt a little hungry.

"I understand." The old man's face was as gloomy as water.

The junior sister is quite good at coaxing old men.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, he went forward to help him hammer his legs and pat his back.

How could an old man not like this caring little girl?

Even if you don't consider Zhang Yuan's face, you have to consider her face.

Besides, he felt that Zhang Yuan had a talent for storytelling. Not only did he make rapid progress, but there were also many details that were similar to his own.

This subcategories me!

All the attributes are borrowed from him, how can they not be similar?

It's so hard to find a talented young person, but how many young people are willing to learn storytelling nowadays?
Besides, he has a good appearance and is easy to attract audiences, so the old man is quite optimistic about him.

In the end, you bunch of southern barbarians beat me up?

I am old now and rarely go out, but I still have a few old friends.

Today I want justice for my students!
This was the first time the old man took him as a student.

Mr. Yuan took out a notebook with a lot of handwritten phone numbers from the drawer, turned to a page, picked up the landline and made a call.

After a long time, the other end picked up the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Yuan." A voice with a strong northeastern accent came over.

Liu Shishi, who was standing by, listened carefully and it seemed to be a very deep and loud female voice.

Many people know that Jiang Kun is the chairman of the Chinese Folk Music Association.

Because this person had fought with Guo Degang for many years, and the two sides had been at odds with each other for a long time.

Later, Jiang Kun retired and was succeeded by Mr. Feng Gong, who is familiar to everyone and whom everyone likes.

However, it was after 2012 that Mr. Jiang Kun became the chairman of the Chinese Folk Music Association.

What about 12 years ago?
From 02 to 12, the chairman of the Chinese Folk Art Association was the only female chairman in its history, Liu Lanfang.

The four great storytellers are Yuan Kuocheng, Shan Tianfang, Tian Lianyuan and Liu Lanfang.

This is Liu Lanfang!
She is also the only female among the four great storytellers. She is also a national first-class actor, inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of imperial storytelling, and enjoys special subsidies from the State Council.

Later, he also served as a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.

Until Mr. Feng Gong took office, he was still the honorary chairman of the Chinese Folk Music Association.

The seniority ranking in the storytelling world is quite complicated, but generally speaking, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng is definitely the ninth generation storyteller.

Shan Tianfang and Tian Lianyuan can only be considered the tenth generation, which means they are definitely a generation younger than him.

But Liu Lanfang is special. She once studied under Sun Huiwen, and the name Liu Lanfang was given to her by Mr. Sun.

Sun Huiwen’s teacher, Fu Ping’an, is a well-known seventh-generation storyteller, so logically speaking, she should also be considered a ninth-generation storyteller, of the same generation as Mr. Yuan.

But all storytellers in the world know that among the existing storytelling artists, Mr. Yuan Kuocheng has the highest level and the highest qualifications, no doubt about it.

Everyone who performs crosstalk admires Ma, and everyone who performs storytelling admires Yuan.

The same is true for Liu Lanfang. As long as they are storytellers, they will all submit to Yuan Kuocheng.

So she was willing to lower herself to a lower generation and call Mr. Yuan uncle.

From this point alone, it can be seen that Mr. Liu gives Mr. Yuan a lot of face.

"Lan Fang, have you watched the news recently?"

"I'm old and don't look old anymore. What happened?" Liu Lanfang knew that the old man would not look for her unless there was something wrong.

Since they are looking for her, it must be something big.

"A young actor named Zhang Yuan was beaten by two Hong Kong people on the set of a TV series."

"This person and I have some history. He is considered my student."

"Ah!" Liu Lanfang screamed in shock.

"Are you considered one of us?" Teacher Liu asked cautiously after a few seconds.

"I'll count it as half... Oh, by the way, I heard that he is also learning crosstalk with the third son of the Hou family."

"But I guess I haven't become your disciple yet."

"Ah!" Mr. Liu shouted in surprise again.

Mr. Yuan's side counts as half.

The Hou family counts as half.

If you put them together, it becomes just one.

For a woman who can enter the political circle with a background in folk art, her ability and intelligence are naturally beyond doubt.

Whether they are from the folk art circle or not, Mr. Yuan and the Hou family, the two giants in the industry, whoever they say is, is it, and whether they are not is also true.

"Uncle Yuan is planning to take it over..." Liu Lanfang understood what the old man meant in one thought.

"I see."

"Uncle Yuan, please don't be so anxious. I'll go find out first."

"If it is true that people in our folk art circle are being bullied."

"I'll hold a meeting to discuss it."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

"What are you talking about? We are all family. Your students are my students."

The two chatted for a few more sentences and then hung up the phone.

Mr. Yuan Kuocheng drank water and waited quietly.

The junior sister massaged his legs and thought for a while before asking.

"Grandpa Yuan, is this grandma your lover?"

puff!
The old man spat out a mouthful of boiled water several meters away, covering the wall.

"Don't talk nonsense. Grandma Liu, my husband is still in our hometown taking care of our grandson." Yuan Kuocheng took a long time to recover.

"Ah, only your lover can help you?" Liu Shishi lowered her head, puzzled.

If my junior brother was not my lover, would I help him?

Hey, is he my lover?
Yuan Kuocheng looked at this silly goddaughter and thought that if Zhang Yuan hadn't been there to guide her, this girl would have been sold out in the film and television industry with her intelligence.

The next day, afternoon.

Imperial Capital, Chaoyang District, Beishatan No. 1.

Today, the Chinese Folk Art Association held an extraordinary meeting at the call of its chairman Liu Lanfang.

Feng Gong, Jiang Kun, Huang Hong and other familiar faces to the people are all on the list.

"Mr. Liu asked us to come here today. What on earth is going on?"

"I do not know."

When there are more people, they start whispering to each other.

The others may not know, but the three above know it very well.

"Junior brother, the master is here." Jiang Kun stood up, called Feng Gong and Huang Hong, and went to the door together.

Not long after, a large group of people came in from outside the door one after another.

"Hey hey!"

"The sky is falling?"

"Why are these people here together?"

In the large conference room, everyone stood up.

You have to stand, because those who come are all seniors.

The leader was Liu Lanfang, who was supporting Yuan Kuocheng.

Behind them followed the remaining two of the four great storytellers, Tian Lianyuan and Shan Tianfang.

Further behind them are Jiang Kun and three others surrounding their master. Their master is Teacher Ma Ji.

There were two more people following behind Teacher Ma Ji.

One of them is of course Hou Yuewen.

The other is Mr. Chang Guitian.

The four great storytellers, plus Ma Ji, the current leading figure in the crosstalk world, and two representatives from the two big crosstalk families, the Hou family and the Chang family.

With such a large number of experts, it would be difficult to gather such a large number of experts even for a performance for a foreign president.

Among them, Shan Tianfang, Tian Lianyuan and Chang Guitian all came from other places.

These famous figures in the folk art world gathered together today, all for one person.

Zhang Yuan! (End of this chapter)