Ding Dusai stamped her feet and said coquettishly, "Daddy, how can you say that? Young Master Zhang is here to show his support, so can't I say hello to him?"
"I've never seen anyone greet me like that."
"You just heard it. Young Master Zhang specially invited His Royal Highness Prince Yun to come and support us. Of course I have to be polite to him."
Zhang Shixun chimed in: "Yes! I'm here to show my support today."
"Dad, you've been complaining about Master Zhang lately, saying that he hasn't come to support us lately. Now that he's here today, you're acting like this instead."
"When did I ever nag him?" Father Ding blushed, a little embarrassed and annoyed. "Just because he can make me nag him?"
As he was speaking, he heard a shout from the audience: "Drunken Eight Immortals! Drunken Eight Immortals!"
Zhang Shixun could tell that among the people shouting, Gao Yanei's voice was particularly loud.
Damn! Why didn’t I realize this guy has such a loud voice before?
Louder than a donkey's bray.
I've already said I'm going to perform Drunken Fist. Can't you wait a little longer?
"Sir, these days people have been clamoring to watch Drunken Master. We are so worried. If you don't come, we don't know what to do." Ding Dusai complained.
"Although I'm very busy, I'm always concerned about... the Ding family team."
"Hmph! You're full of nice words, but you're really just hoping that I can stretch my legs sooner." Father Ding muttered aside.
"Dad, you're such a fool. You always think the worst of others." Ding Dusai rolled his eyes at her father and said, "Mr. Zhang is the best man in the world."
Zhang Shixun thought to himself: Actually, I am not as good as you think. I just want to marry you.
Ding Dusai listened to the increasingly loud shouts from the audience and pulled his sleeve: "Sir..."
"Don't call him 'master!'" Ding's father pushed Ding Dusai's hand away and shouted angrily, "And don't even hold his hand! I warned you last time, why did you turn a deaf ear to my words?"
Ding Dusai looked at his father with a depressed look on his face: "Dad, if you don't let me call him Master, what should I call him?"
"It's up to you. You're not allowed to call him 'official'. If you want to call him that, just add your surname, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang, whatever you want."
"Uncle, my last name is Zhang." Zhang Shixun quickly corrected, this cannot be messed up.
The old guy's words are so incoherent. Can you call someone by their surname randomly?
"Well! Then I'll call you Mr. Zhang." The expression on Ding's father's face seemed as if he felt it was a disadvantage for his daughter to call him "Mr. Zhang".
Ding Dusai pouted: "Daddy, there is no difference between you and Mr. Zhang, right?"
"There's a huge difference. Calling him sir is too affectionate. It makes me uncomfortable."
Zhang Shixun felt aggrieved and rushed to the Dingdu track: "My wife! Let's..."
"You are not allowed to call her wife!" Father Ding spoke again to stop her.
Zhang Shixun thought to himself: If I hadn’t considered that you are Ding Dusai’s biological father, I would have kicked you off the stage long ago.
"Dad! Can you please keep quiet? We are discussing something." Ding Dusai stamped his feet.
"I didn't stop you from discussing it." Father Ding put his hands behind his back and stared at the two of them with his small eyes.
With this big lantern here, there’s nothing to discuss!
"Mrs. Ding, please arrange it now. I can go on stage at any time." Zhang Shixun had no choice but to be serious.
"Okay! I'll arrange it." Mrs. Ding looked at her father sadly and turned away.
Zhang Shixun looked at Ding's father and began to roll up his sleeves.
"What...what are you going to do?" Father Ding looked at him warily.
"What else can you do? Get ready to go on stage." Zhang Shixun was both angry and amused. How unlucky! How could Ding Dusai have such a father?
If I want to marry Ding Dusai in the future, it will be a lot of trouble to deal with this old guy. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.
Ding Dusai made all the arrangements and walked over to say, "Master...Master Zhang, it's your turn next."
Zhang Shixun made an extended gesture and said with a smile: "I'm ready and can go on stage at any time."
"Mr. Zhang, could you teach the Drunken Eight Immortals to... to our people?" Father Ding said hesitantly. He knew that he was not well-liked, and he lacked the confidence to say this.
"If you want to learn, send two people to find me in the Tianwu Army." Zhang Shixun saw that the old man was not confused at all. He was definitely a realist and utilitarian.
"Great! You are so nice, sir!" Ding Dusai smiled like a flower.
Seeing her appearance that brought disaster to the country and the people, Zhang Shixun felt that his heart could not bear it. He really wanted to say to her: Don’t bring disaster to the country and the people, bring disaster to me first.
"Sir, it's your turn." Ding Dusai reminded.
"Oh! I'll go up right away."
When Zhang Shixun walked onto the stage with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and with a proud and confident look, the audience burst into cheers.
Zhang Shixun walked to the center of the stage, clasped his fists toward the audience, and said, "It's quite lively today, the seats are packed. It seems that in everyone's eyes, the Ding family team is well-known, right?"
"Yes!" A few people in the audience responded.
"Your answer is not enthusiastic. Haven't you eaten yet?" Zhang Shixun glanced at the audience.
Some people in the audience laughed. He said the same thing last time, and this time he was just repeating the same old tune.
"Let me ask again, is the Ding family team well-known?"
"Yes!" This time more people answered and the voices became louder.
"Your voice is still too quiet. Let me ask you one last time: Is the Ding family team reputable?"
"Yes!" the whole audience shouted together.
Zhang Shixun gave a thumbs up and said, "You are also good men. When you shout praises, the sound resounds through the sky, shocking the heavens and earth and making the gods and ghosts weep."
The whole audience burst into laughter.
Zhang Shixun's approach was borrowed from the later pyramid schemes - psychological warfare and brainwashing.
"Ever since I performed a set of drunken boxing here last time, I've been plagued by anxiety. People keep begging me to perform here again, but I've been so busy that I only had some free time today." Zhang Shixun stood on the stage, looking out at the sea of spectators. "To perform drunken boxing, you must drink. Unfortunately, I'm a poor man, so poor that I only have these clothes left. I'll have to ask some kind-hearted person in the audience to treat me to a pot of wine."
"We have it here!" Gao Yanei stood up excitedly and raised the wine jug.
"Oh! You look familiar to me, as if I've seen you somewhere before?" Zhang Shixun pretended not to know him.
Gao Yanei patted his chest and said, "I will not change my name or surname. My surname is Gao, and my given name is Chengzong. That's Gao Chengzong."
"Oh! I remember now. You are the famous Gao Chengzong Gao Yanei, who is well-known in the capital. I'm so sorry for my disrespect!" Zhang Shixun bowed.
Gao Yanei was greatly pleased to hear Zhang Shixun say that he was "famous".
Zhang Shixun asked again, "Yanei, it's only been a few days since we last met. When did you start raising monkeys?"
"Where did you see me raising a monkey?" Gao Yanei scratched his head, feeling puzzled.
"What's up with that monkey sitting on your right? It's wearing clothes. Is it a monkey in human form?"
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