Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

"I'd love to, what do you care, I'll open the envelope, there's seven camels drawn on the letter, do the camels know?" Han Fei floundered to imitate a camel.

Zhang Yue stopped him, "Don't pant, that's a donkey's cry, if you want to pantomime a camel, arch your back more vividly."

"Haha~~~" the venue was all laughing on the floor, but of course what made them happiest was that Han Fei was usually high and mighty, but finally there was someone who could dislike him.

Han Fei for Zhang Yue's spitefulness can be remembered in his heart: go back to have you suffer.

"Yes, there are seven camels, and then on this side of the painting, there's a big tree with two flies on the top of the fork.

There are four king bars lying underneath, two jugs standing, and an egg next to them."

"What does that mean?" Zhang Yue was a little puzzled by what she heard.

Not only was she puzzled, everyone was confused, what kind of mess was this painting? It instantly felt like there wasn't enough brains to go around.

Chapter 292 is like killing a goose.

But Han Fei didn't care about them, and continued, "No matter, fold the letter, put it in an envelope, get some sleep, a short while's work, to Jin Yang, to Jin Yang, run the crew to shoot the movie, after the show, turn the day around, turn around in the area, buy some local specialties or something."

"Boss, how much do you charge for this cloud cigarette, 100 yuan a piece? Too expensive? Cheap, not cheap, buy it or not buy it if you like, that's the price, well, it's not expensive, then buy one."

Tao Yuehua saw Han Fei switching roles left and right, and couldn't help but nod inwardly, although he hadn't played many roles over the years, but his acting skills hadn't been left behind, of course, what pleased Tao Yuehua the most was that Han Fei hadn't given up on his pursuit of art, this comic had only one beginning back then, and it was rare for him to perfect this work in his busy schedule.

On the stage, Han Fei Zhong put his cigarette under his armpit and suddenly slapped his head: "Ouch, I was so focused on the fun that I forgot the main matter."

"What business?" Zhang Yue asked curiously.

"Delivering a letter to my second brother, ah." Han Fei said, taking a few steps, "It went well, I asked about it, my second brother's house, bang, bang, knock on the door."

"Out of an old man, stingy-looking, as soon as I saw me and asked who I was looking for, I said things again, the old man was very happy ah, invited me to the house and poured tea and to serve lunch, I received tea quickly stopped, said after sending the letter to go."

"Uncle ah, this is a letter from my second brother to you, and four hundred dollars ......."

Han Fei's voice was stopped by Zhang Yue before he finished speaking, "Wait, how much?"

"Four, four hundred ah." Han Fei was a little hesitant.

Zhang Yue held out a slap, "Five hundred, you remembered wrong."

"No, I'm not misremembering, just four hundred." Han Fei shook off Zhang Yue's hand.

"Phew~~" the crowd also knew what he was going to do, and booed all at once.

Zhang Yue was full of surprise with an expression like: you're actually this kind of person, making Han Fei almost laugh.

"Oh, four hundred? What about the letter? Let's see, the old man said to open the letter and look at it and look at me, I'm so hairy from him." Han Fei looked as if he was guilty.

"Nonsense, you take people's money can not panic." Zhang Yue made up for it.

"The old man asked: how much money? I said: four hundred."

"Look at your guilty conscience, for a hundred bucks, are you up to it?" Zhang Yue looked like she was hating iron.

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Han Fei ignored her and continued to tell the story: "The old man shook his head: no, this letter can be written five hundred, I was wondering when I heard it, where is it written five hundred?"

Yeah, the crowd was confused too, they were God's perspective to know that Ergo gave $500, but how did Ergo, the old man, know that? That painting looks like a ghost painting. What else could it be?

"The old man asked again: what is your relationship to my son? I said: a nod." Han Fei threw in his voice.

But Zhang Yue dismantled the stage: "No, right? Aren't you guys buddies?"

"Ah." Han Fei looked a little unnatural, "Nonsense, we can't say put brother at this time, put brother have take people's money to buy cigarettes to smoke?"

"Phew~~" suddenly the venue was just booing, and the booing was accompanied by laughter.

Zhang Yue shook her head as she disliked, "Saying this as if I did it, you can have some face."

"Haha~~~" now the crowd couldn't hold back any longer, one by one, they almost didn't roll on the ground with laughter.

"Never you mind, just die and admit it." Han Fei shamelessly.

"As a result, the old man shook his head again: no, this letter says that you and my son are brothers. I'm confused, where in this letter does it say brotherhood?"

The crowd is also a foggy ah, the painting looks nowhere next to each other, how to put the brother up?

"The old man took the letter: you see ah, we in Shanxi say camels have rules, five for a consistent six for a bunch, seven for a handful, eight for a gang, this is drawn on seven camels, that is to say a handful so that means you and my son are brothers."

Han Fei spat with a dazed expression, "Hopefully, both of our brothers are camels."

"Haha~~~"

Zhang Yue was almost laughing: "You might as well be a camel, at least people didn't take their brother's money to buy cigarettes."

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

"I also asked: that also did not write five hundred ah, on four hundred, the old man shook his head: you see this painting is not also well, a big tree branches fell on two flies, we Shanxi tube flies not called flies, called flies with silver is the same sound, this is my son told me, he this brother brought me back silver."

"Wow~~~" this time no one laughed, but exclaimed, one also asked each other: is there any Shanxi? Is there such a thing?

"That doesn't say five hundred." Han Fei raised his tone suavely.

"The old man also said: keep looking ah, you see under this tree, lying four king bar, standing two jugs of wine, four eighty-three thirty-two, twenty-nine one eighteen, adding up to fifty."

Han Fei was a little hysterical: "That's also fifty not written five hundred."

"Old man: there's an egg next to it."

"Haha~~~" Han Fei's expression of wanting to die once again caused a burst of laughter to appear in the venue, even the waiters were laughing one by one to the point that their stomachs hurt.

"Sir, to tell you the truth, I took a hundred dollars to buy cigarettes to smoke, the old man said: it's okay, money is something outside of the body, you come back up to the house tonight, I'll prepare a reply letter for my son, you help me bring it back."

Han Fei looked apprehensive: "That night I went up to his house, the old man took out a large and small two envelopes: you can not open it to see, I said: no, uncle you can rest assured."

"Got on the train back to the capital, which I didn't bring a magazine either ......"

Han Fei's voice rang out in the venue.

"Open the letter and take a look."

"You guys are learning badly." Han Fei laughed and scolded.

Zhang Yue didn't look good: "That's what I learned from you too."

"Haha~~~"

"I opened the big one first, and what was painted on it? There are two buckets on the drawing, the buckets are buckled and resting, the bottom is facing up, the buckets are buckled and resting, and two flies are falling on the top of the buckets. Han Fei looked angry.