Seeing Wei Sushen's expression becoming increasingly serious, Fang Shan asked tentatively, "Are there any problems that are difficult to solve?"
Wei Sushen shook his head and pointed out directly: "It's Fang Can."
A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes as he spoke. "I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot about dealing with the Fang family. His call just reminded me."
Fang Shan's eyes stopped moving, and he was lost in thought, feeling that things were strange... Why would Fang Can suddenly call him?
Wei Sushen said coldly: "Most likely he is plotting something again."
"Think less, desire less, and learn nothing, and you'll have no worries." Fang Shan said slowly, "This is a saying I really admire. He always comes up with all sorts of ways to deal with the host. Let him do what he wants."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly. Overthinking is also his principle.
There was only one doubt lingering in my mind: why did Fang Can show such resentment on the phone?
This doubt was quickly put aside. Wei Sushen summarized his previous performance: "There are too many shortcomings. It will be difficult to improve on my own in a short period of time."
Fang Shan: "Want to be my teacher?"
Wei Sushen nodded: "There must be a guide."
Fang Shan tilted his head back and thought for a moment, his tone filled with worry. "What teacher would be so foolish as to accept students like us?"
Wei Sushen mouthed three words.
Fang Shan's face darkened: "Besides throwing money at it, can't the host come up with some other ideas?"
Wei Sushen followed up his words and asked, "For example?"
"For example..." Fang Shan thought for a moment and said, "Use your talent to impress the other person?"
The pronunciation of the last few words became softer and softer, and it was obvious that he couldn't even convince himself.
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Mountains will fall if you rely on them, and people will run away if you rely on them. Only money is special; if you run away, you can at least get something in return. To show his sincerity, Wei Sushen personally took Fang Shan to visit a master who had retired from the crosstalk world.
The master wore a long robe and had a goatee. When he looked at people, his eyelids drooped slightly, giving him an aloof look.
Wei Sushen's access to the master's home was a testament to his connections. The veteran artist possessed a certain pride, his emotions clearly visible on his face. When the master mentioned the idea of becoming his apprentice, he refused without a second thought.
Faced with the temptation of a large sum of money, he was not excited at all and almost grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it at the other person's face.
Wei Sushen was calm and composed, and even refilled his cup of tea.
Seeing this young man, the master was so angry that he laughed. The anger on his face gradually faded, and he waved his hand and said, "You are not sincere in learning crosstalk, and I don't want to ruin my reputation. Please go back."
Wei Sushen frowned and suddenly looked at Fang Shan... to fool him.
Fang Shan raised an eyebrow... What does "bluffing" mean? This is contempt for one's own character!
After exchanging glances, Fang Shan compromised and coughed softly, "You're not right. The tuition we pay isn't for you."
The master took a sip of the teacup to calm his temper. "Who is that for?"
"For some people I don't know yet." When Fang Shan wasn't smiling, his face, more handsome than a girl's, would appear particularly serious. "Most people learn a skill to gain another way to make a living. Becoming famous as a crosstalk artist isn't easy, and many people simply aren't willing to make the initial investment. Think of this money as tuition for them. Of course, there are better ways to use it. You could use this money to start a hobby association to attract more people with aspirations."
The master's eyebrows twitched, and it was obvious that he was thinking about it.
Fang Shan didn't strike while the iron was hot. Instead, he gave the master enough time to think. When the master was about to speak, he said first, "Actually, this is also a disguised way of fulfilling my childhood dream."
His sudden lowered brow and submissive look made him particularly endearing.
As she spoke, a tear fell from the corner of her eye: "I want to help more people realize their pursuit of art."
The master was moved by his ambition. Wei Sushen opened his mouth slightly, with a strange expression on his face for a long time... The system actually has the ability to make people cry.
Fang Shan's eyes accidentally met the master's, and there was sincerity in his eyes.
Wei Sushen couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he turned his head to admire the vegetation on the windowsill.
The master did not think that Fang Shan was putting on an act. He believed that there must be a reason why he was willing to spend a large sum of money to learn crosstalk. However, according to his original idea, he simply thought that the two of them were just trying to find something new.
Fang Shan spoke with great sincerity and bowed deeply, "I'm counting on you."
The master sighed slowly, finally not saying anything final: "Leave me your contact information, and I'll let you know when I think it through."
Seeing that he had already expressed his intention to see him off, Fang Shan calmly stood up, shook hands with the master before leaving, and said sincerely, "I hope our visit hasn't disturbed your peace and quiet. It's fine if you don't want to teach, but I do need to consider establishing an association."
The master's eyes softened, and he felt that the young man in front of him was exactly what he wanted. However, his face remained stern, and he nodded in a pretentious manner, and sent them away.
Walking out of the gate of the community, Wei Sushen gave Fang Shan a meaningful look: "It's a good idea to retreat in order to advance."
Fang Shan said solemnly, "This isn't a trick, but rather something about the inheritance of a culture. Although I struggle to make a living in the mundane world, I've always cared about the crosstalk world..."
Wei Sushen stopped and said, "Look at me."
Fang Shan looked over in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Wei Sushen: "Wake up."
The tone sounded familiar. Fang Shan opened his eyes wide and began to recall when was the last time a similar conversation occurred... It seemed like he was the one who made up the love-hate relationship between Prince Li and the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, and in the end he even succeeded in convincing himself.
Wei Sushen said coldly: "You don't have a dream about crosstalk."
Fang Shan's eyes regained clarity and he shook his head gently. "Sorry, I was lost in the drama."
When they were almost at the hotel, Fang Shan suddenly received a call from the master, who said he was willing to teach and asked them to come over right away.
Fang Shan smiled helplessly: "This is deliberately tormenting us."
Wei Sushen doesn't care about the details. As long as he can achieve his goal, it doesn't matter if he suffers some losses in the process.
After asking the driver to turn back, Fang Shan went to buy some fruits first. After entering the door, he was very respectful and did not show any dissatisfaction.
The master stroked his beard with satisfaction, thinking that this boy had a very good character and was a promising talent.
"It's fine to teach you some skills, but there won't be a master-disciple relationship between us."
Fang Shan nodded in understanding. Master-level figures all paid great attention to the inheritance of knowledge among their disciples and had strict standards for accepting disciples. He and Wei Sushen knew at first glance that they would not achieve much in this area.
"Let me be frank: the worst thing to do is to give up halfway. Be mentally prepared."
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen looked at each other and nodded.
"Let's start with the simplest thing, smile." The master gave a funny smile: "There must be something in your smile."
Fang Shan followed suit, grinning like a 90% grin. Wei Sushen's lips curled up, and the master suddenly had a headache: "A funny smile is different from a sneer."
As he said this, he asked Fang Shan to demonstrate it to him.
Wei Sushen copied the original and smiled again.
The master was so angry that he slammed the table: "That's called an evil smile! Do you understand an evil smile?"
Fang Shan tried hard to hold back, his shoulders shaking slightly. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have laughed so hard that he would have fallen over.
After his outburst, the master tried to remain calm and said, "When you curl your lips, you should try to be flattering."
Wei Sushen did as he was told, but didn't hear any comments for a long time. He looked up and found that the master was silent. He then looked at Fang Shan, who was also silent.
No one spoke, so he asked himself: "How about this time?"
"There's more content than before." After a long time, the master managed to utter a sentence.
Wei Sushen asked concisely and clearly: "How far are we from meeting the requirements?"
The master felt quite exhausted and glanced at Fang Shan, who sighed, "Now it's an evil smile."
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"Never mind, I'll learn facial expression control later," the master said, perking up again. "When it comes to singing, joking, and entertaining, knowing how to say it well is crucial. For example, even a simple greeting like 'hello, everyone' requires careful attention."
He explained and demonstrated it at the same time.
However, the words took on a different tone when they reached Wei Sushen's mouth. It didn't sound like a greeting, but more like the tone of someone coming to collect a debt.
"The word 'ge' should be pronounced higher. I'll say it once, and you repeat it."
After trying several times, the effect was not obvious. Fang Shan analyzed from an objective point of view that Wei Sushen's tone was good, but there was an inexplicable weirdness about him that was incompatible with crosstalk.
The master looked at him with a look of impotence: "Say it ten times in a row."
Wei Sushen calmly repeated it ten times.
The master could no longer bear it, "That's clearly the crowing of a rooster, you, you..."
Seeing that the man was about to faint from the rush of blood, Fang Shan quickly brought a chair over to help him sit down, while Wei Sushen was responsible for pinching his Ren Zhong point.
When the master opened his eyes and saw Wei Sushen, he almost fainted again.
Because he was pinched on the philtrum, he was still conscious for a while. The master said sadly, "Would you please let Xiangsheng go?"
Wei Sushen: "You told me before that the worst thing to do is to give up halfway."
The master said weakly, "Just think of those words as me feeding them to the dogs."
Wei Sushen: "Does it have to be so extreme?"
The master racked his brains and came up with a good description: "It's like a 200-pound fat man insisting on practicing track and field. He has the will but not the strength."
Wei Sushen simply ignored these words and still maintained a respectful attitude towards his teacher: "We will visit again tomorrow."
The air outside was fresh and cold. Fang Shan patted Wei Sushen on the shoulder and said, "Accept reality."
I was not born with this talent, and there is no way to force my growth.
They didn't walk far before finding a bench to sit down. Fang Shan calculated the time and shook his head: "This might not be a good thing."
The mission is still far from complete.
When they looked at each other, they saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
"It's not good to just sit and wait for death." Fang Shan licked his lips, and it was obvious that he was starting to have some improper ideas again.
Wei Sushen felt that he would not have any solution for the time being.
As expected, not long after, Fang Shan sighed: "I might as well go and perform Errenzhuan."
After a while, he suddenly looked at Wei Sushen: "Why not spend some more Sushuang points to upgrade?"
The upgrade is also very tricky. The first time it only costs 5 Su Shuang points, but the second time it increases exponentially.
Wei Sushen: "What if the result is still unsatisfactory?"
Fang Shan: "Then raise it again."
It has come to that point, and if there is a chance to turn things around, naturally we will not choose to give up all our efforts.
Wei Sushen looked at him and said slowly: "Gambling makes people lose everything."
The author has something to say: Wei Sushen: You may not believe it, but I used to be a top student.
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