Tang Keke: "Grandma was the president of the National Opera Association for twenty years when she was young. What do you think?"

Fu Song was shocked: "President of the National Opera Association? So powerful?"

Seeing this guy's face turn pale, Tang Keke was helpless: "Boss Fu, if you want to do something, can you tell me in advance?

I was just glad I stopped your 200 yuan red envelope and 50 yuan music box, but you did this to me again."

Fu Song was silent for a moment: "If I pretend to accidentally drop the USB drive into the water, will it be too late?"

Tang Keke blinked: "Water? Where is the water?"

Fu Song glanced at the teacup that Old Lady Hua was drinking from.

"Ouch, why did you step on me?"

Tang Keke's face turned black with anger: "If you dare to throw the USB drive into my grandma's tea, I will never let you go."

At this moment, the voice of Old Lady Hua sounded behind him: "Why, it's not ready yet?"

Fu Song hurriedly said, "Right away, it'll be ready."

After that, press the play button.

Old Mrs. Hua didn't have much expectation for Fu Song's "Five Generations of Volunteering". It was not that she looked down on people, but she had seen too many operas.

When the old lady was the president of the Opera Association, she had to review dozens of scripts every day.

Due to the decline of opera, she had read no more than ten widely sung scripts during her twenty years in office.

This shows the quality of the other books.

Unexpectedly, when the opening gongs and drums sounded, Old Lady Hua was stunned.

This rhythm is not simple!

No matter whether it is [Hunjiaguan], [Maobian], [Baolaocui], or [Yiluo] and [Shoutou], they have all reached the master level.