"I have a friend who is operating a mobile phone. I will take you there and I will definitely give you a affordable price." Liu Jingdong was very enthusiastic and took Li Hao to his friend's store.

If we talk about the most popular mobile phone brand in 1998, it must be Motorola. Ericsson and Nokia also have a number of domestic mobile phones, which have not yet become a climate.

This American communication product has been in China since the pager era. It has been popular in China for ten years and will be popular for a few more years. Li Hao has even heard a joke about Motorola.

In the desert, a strong man dressed like the Terminator Schwarzenegger was riding a Harley motorcycle. The strong man twisted the motorcycle and found that the motorcycle was exhausted.

The strong man calmly took out the phone and squirted into the air. After a while, a cart pulled by a mule came. The strong man carried the motorcycle to the mule cart and slowly walked through the desert. At this time, the voice-over sounded.

"No matter how good the motorcycle is, you have to pull it. Motorcycle mule."

Thinking about this joke, Li Hao just wants to laugh, just let it go, it’s okay, it’s four or five thousand yuan. It’s not a smartphone, and there is no camera yet. If we don’t pay the IQ tax on the United States, it’s good if Nokia is. Especially the battery is super strong standby, which left a deep impression on Li Hao.

"I want this Nokia."

"My little brother is good at choosing brands. Although the phones of this brand are not good-looking and not famous, they are a relatively strong and durable brand among imported phones. Especially the battery life, it can be said that they are the best mobile phones I have ever sold."

The owner of the mobile phone store admires Li Hao's vision very much.

"Do you have a mobile phone card?"

"Yes, this kind of unnamed one is spent on pre-storing fifty dollars, and you can get it every minute..."

I bought a mobile phone and another card. Li Hao has the "first" mobile phone in his life.

"Little brother, what are you doing in Beijing this time?"

"I'll make some health products, oh, this is a health product I run. Brother Liu, please try it. If any friend likes it, please help me promote it." Li Hao took out two boxes of strong seaweed and handed it to Liu Jingdong.

"Oh, my little brother is still doing such a business." Liu Jingdong was surprised and took two boxes of Dali Seaweed handed over by Li Hao. The outer packaging of this thing looks high-end, and it looks more elegant than the bird's nest sold in Xidan Mall.

"I have a good time to make a living, and I have to take a step forward." Li Hao was still thinking about recording advertisements. The person who sang advertisements in his heart didn't know what price it was now.

After leaving Zhongguancun, Li Hao took Yuhan to stop a taxi.

"Where are we going?" Yuhan followed Li Hao into the taxi.

"Master, go to Guangde Building, Tianqiao."

"What are you going to the overpass?" Yu Han asked with big eyes.

"Listen to cross talk."

"crosstalk!"

"Yes, listen to crosstalk."

"Then I have to call my cousin. I had an appointment to have dinner tonight. I borrowed it from me!" Without saying a word, he took the phone from Li Hao and called Sister Hu.

The taxi driver brought Li Hao and Yu Han to Guangde Tower.

Li Hao looked at the sign hanging outside Guangde Building, led by Mr. Guo and Mr. Zhang, and the Beijing Crosstalk Conference.

"Hard drive! How much does a ticket cost?"

"One person costs ten yuan." The ticket-buying probe looked at Li Hao.

This guy stared at him with big eyes. No matter how he looked like Li who ran away from Deyun Club later...

Li Hao took out twenty yuan and the two walked into the small theater. Li Hao was very surprised that there was no ticket check at the door. When he walked in, he realized that it turned out that only he and he bought tickets in this game.

A little black fat man came out of the backstage and looked at Li Hao and Yu Han.

Mr. Guo was really young in 1999. At that time, Mr. Guo still had hair. He was just shaved very short and was not tall and looked very energetic.

"You two, wait, the performance will start soon."

After Mr. Guo finished speaking, he went back to the backstage. After a while, he and an old man with eyes walked out. The old man Li Hao also recognized him as the old artist Mr. Zhang. Unfortunately, the old man passed away in 2009.

Mr. Guo is prepared for his ability to speak crosstalk. The jokes he is talking about today are traditional crosstalk, both civil and military.

After talking for about twenty minutes, two more people came up. Li Hao didn't know each other, but the crosstalk was much worse than Mr. Guo. After enduring for more than twenty minutes, Mr. Guo and Mr. Zhang came up again.

Li Hao watched it for a long time but didn't even see Mr. Yu. It is estimated that the two of them had not yet collaborated on crosstalk together at this time.

I have to say that Mr. Zhang has a very deep skills in crosstalk. The supporting actor is no worse than Mr. Yuhan, which makes him so happy that he falls back and forth.

"It's so interesting, Li Hao, so interesting. How did you know that there is such a funny crosstalk? I will definitely take my classmates to listen to it someday."

"If you can listen now, listen quickly. It's still cheap now." Li Hao really wanted to say that he would like to listen to Mr. Guo's crosstalk for another two years, so he would not even think about it.

"Will the price increase after listening to crosstalk?"

"Yes!" Li Hao nodded solemnly and muttered in his heart: It still rose more than a hundred times.

By the way, excluding the reasons for inflation, it seems that Mr. Guo’s crosstalk fare is also the one that has seen a relatively large increase in recent years. By multiples, it is higher than that of the housing prices in Beijing.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!" The two of them were happy when Li Hao's phone suddenly rang.

Li Hao looked at the phone number, but he didn't recognize him. Press the answer button: "Hey!"

"Li Hao, is Yuhan by your side? Let her answer the phone." It was Sister Hu's voice.

"Oh, okay!" Li Hao hurriedly handed the phone to Yuhan.

"Hey! Sister... we listened to crosstalk, it was so funny, well, you said..."

When Li Hao found out that when Yuhan answered the phone, Mr. Guo and Mr. Zhang didn't speak, but stood on the stage and watched them.

"You tell her to hurry up, we have more people in the backstage than you."

Li Hao was so amused and crying that he did not expect that Mr. Guo, who was revered as the Beidou of the crosstalk world in later generations, now has such a down-and-out time. There are more people who say crosstalk in the backstage than those who listen to crosstalk in the audience.

From obscurity to a generation of masters! It’s not easy to walk along the way!

After Yuhan called, she apologized to Xiaoxiao on the stage.

Mr. Guo and Mr. Zhang didn't care about it and continued to talk on the stage. Soon, the passage was finished again and again. This time, Mr. Guo came out with the big eyeball named Li, and he talked to a shorter boy.

After they said that, it was Mr. Guo and Mr. Zhang who appeared again.

Li Hao felt that there was no more worth the ticket than the ten yuan spent. He wanted to ask Mr. Guo if he had a lifetime ticket, he probably would be cheaper to buy it now.
Chapter completed!