"Hey... good luck! I believe in you and Xiaoxue!"
"When we get back, I'll recommend some unique hotels that are suitable for weddings!"
But after saying that, Feng Gong felt as if he had been too hasty.
They just announced their relationship, they didn't say they were getting married right away, so how did it turn into talking about finding a hotel...?
In a short time.
Feng Gong, a crosstalk performer, suddenly felt that his tongue wasn't as fluent as it used to be in front of Wang Yueheng.
"Thank you for your blessings, Professor Feng Gong."
"By the way, Professor Feng Gong..."
Looking at the director of the opera association, who was somewhat incoherent with joy, Wang Yueheng couldn't help but smile and suddenly interrupted him.
"Um?"
Feng Gong, who was over sixty years old and whose hair was already turning gray, looked at Wang Yueheng with curiosity.
"Long time no see, I've missed you so much."
Wang Yueheng smiled and looked at the other person.
His statement was actually a double entendre.
It had been a long time since I had seen this approachable leader of the opera association in real life.
It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Feng Gong perform on stage.
"Huh? Hahaha!"
I missed you so much!
Upon hearing this, Feng Gong was taken aback.
But he immediately understood what Wang Yueheng meant, and then burst into laughter.
As he laughed, Feng Gong's eyes suddenly became a little moist.
He then stepped forward and, for the first time ever, took the initiative to hug the young singer in front of him.
He patted Wang Yueheng on the back with his right hand and said from the bottom of his heart, "When we have the chance, the two of us must work together on stage!"
He never expected that the singer would suddenly say such a touching thing.
It seems like none of my own children have ever said anything like that to me.
Seeing Mr. Feng Gong, the head of the Chinese Opera Association, embracing his junior Wang Yueheng so intimately.
Zhang Liping and the embassy staff were filled with admiration and envy.
Wang Yueheng's charm is truly everywhere...
"Alright, let's go on stage!"
"The audience is waiting for you!"
After the hug, Feng Gong patted Wang Yueheng on the shoulder and smiled.
"I'll be cheering you all on from the audience! I wish you a successful performance!"
Then Feng Gong's gaze swept over the other dancers and choir members, and he smiled encouragingly.
After Wang Yueheng and his team left and walked onto the stage.
Feng Gong then went to a less crowded area of the hall, took out his phone, and dialed a domestic number.
"Hey, Secretary Bai, could you please keep an eye out and compile a list of all the major and important performances happening in China recently... no, for the second half of the year..."
"Yes, at least at the level of state-run media. Remember to make a list, and then notify the organizers to reserve at least one backup singer spot. I'll need it later..."
"Keep this a secret and don't tell anyone."
After connecting the call, Feng Gong gave instructions to his subordinates on the other end of the line.
"Understood! I understand, Director Feng!"
"I'll go and check and summarize it myself later!"
The man, referred to as Secretary Bai, hurriedly jotted down the top leader's request in his notebook and nodded repeatedly in response.
After making that call, Feng Gong thought for a moment and then dialed another number.
"Screenwriter Cui, are you busy? When are you free to come out for tea?"
"Well, I've recently had the idea of performing on stage again, and I'd like to ask you to help me write a new skit script."
"I also want to take this opportunity to mentor some young artists and see if there are any suitable sketch comedy scripts..."
"Ideally, we should create a piece that can be featured on the Spring Festival Gala..."
Feng Gong held up his phone and smiled as he spoke to his longtime screenwriter partner.
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