"You can use this to threaten the golden finger!"

Uncle Yu suggested to him.

"Haha, he has been arrogant since he was a child!"

Lao Guo smiled and told the other brothers about the heroic story of Shao Bing back then. "He offended all the vendors at the entrance of the crosstalk club. At that time, our house was in Tianqiao Theater. According to regulations, it could sell more than 300 tickets."

Everyone nodded and listened very seriously.

"But we sold more than 700 people back then, and there were no private rooms and no elegant seats, because even the people were sitting on the back of the sofa, and then the small vendors and other vendors at the door couldn't stand up even when they bought things."

Lao Guo's tone suddenly changed and patted Shao Bing's knees, "As soon as they stood up, Shao Bing would take your stool from behind, and then run to the theater. This stool can sell seats!"

At that time, Deqian Crosstalk Club had just such a theater.

Many viewers came in and stopped leaving.

The performance started at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the audience did not dare to go to the bathroom.

As long as people are together, the stool will be sold by Shaobing.

There was even a time when there were too many spectators and I squeezed the door and took a picture.

Talking about this past.

Not only Shao Bing, but Luan Yunping and Xiao Yueyue also had a lot of words, and they were all witnesses.
Chapter completed!