Crazy fan group lines

People: Marxism, Mao Mao, Yao Zhang, Su Xiaolong, Jiao Jiao, Wang Jinlong, Zhang Jingji, Xiao Shenyang.

Marx came to power with two placards in his hand.

Marxism: What are you doing? Haven't you come yet?

Mao Mao: (trotting, followed by Yao Zhang, Su Xiaolong, Jiao Jiao and Wang Jinlong, Wang Jinlong holding a brick) Oh, here it is. Oh, my God.

Marxism: Why is it so slow?

Mao Mao: What's the hurry?

Marxism: Don't worry. It is urgent today.

Mao Mao: Ah, hurry up, I have work to do.

Marxism: You must accomplish everything. Ok ... Today, this activity is still to install fans for the stars. Ah, how much did you get last time?

He Miaomiao: I am 80 years old.

Jiao Jiao: 95 years old.

Su Xiaolong: 150.

Zhang Yao: I'm 75 years old.

Marxism: I'm 50 today.

Mao Mao: What are you doing?

Su Xiaolong: Who cares?

Mao Mao: Last time I screamed, it was 80 yuan.

Marxism: Well ... let me tell you that today is a good friend looking for land. Let's give the whole game a friendly price. After this work is finished, it's all good work, okay?

Mao Mao: I'll call you 50 (Su Xiaolong agrees: Yes).

Marxism: Why are you finished? You are cooking, shout 50 yuan. Everything, give me some strength. Take the card, divide it (Mao Mao: give me the money), give you all the money (Su Xiaolong: bring it, give me the money), you are 50 (Yao Zhang: never done such a humble job), you hold 50, you hold 50, I tell you, you must buy some strength (played by Zhang Jingji). Zhang Jingji: Hey), are you listening to me?

Zhang Jingji: Hello.

Marxism: Hey, who are you looking for?

Zhang Jingji: Who is Marxism?

Marxism: Marxism is Marxism.

Zhang Jingji: Ah, I'm the one who called you just now. My surname is Zhang.

Marxism: Zhang economy.

Zhang Jingji: Right.

Marxism: Oh, my God, hello, hello. ...

Zhang Jingji: Hello ... Mm-hmm.

Marxism: Children, wait here for a while. Someone's coming.

Marxism: Well, I'm all here.

Zhang Jingji: Ah, here we are. Why are there so few people? Why are there only these people?

Marxism: It's the Spring Festival holiday in China. Now the call has been transferred.

Zhang Jingji: So few people can have an atmosphere!

Marxism: God, these children are all elites.

Zhang Jingji: Marxism, I'm telling you, the singer attaches great importance to promoting our company this time. You gave me the whole atmosphere. Besides, this is our first cooperation, so don't screw it up for me.

Marxism: Don't worry, Zhang Jing. Our cobblestone etiquette company is very difficult to do business. In recent years, it has trained a large number of professional fans.

Zhang Jingji: Yes, yes (Marxism: winning many people), how much will it cost?

Marxism: How much is it ... (to himself) You can't do without 50. how much is it? You, you, you give me 3000.

Zhang Jingji: 3,000 yuan is too expensive.

Marx: (in a low voice, in a low voice) A person only needs 300 yuan. I will give you a 50% discount today. One person 150 yuan. You have to pay a 50% deposit before you go.

Zhang Jingji: Oh, forget about the money. I'll give it all to you when I'm done. You introduce me.

Marxism: Thank you for doing business with you for the first time.

Zhang Jingji: Oh, don't worry.

Marxism: Come on, children, come on, come on. Look at me. Look at his acne. This is Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jingji: Hello!

Marxism: Let me introduce my children. This child is Mao Mao of the scream group (Mao Mao greets), Yao Zhang of the slogan group (Yao Zhang bows to greet) and Jiao Jiao of the hug group (making a hug gesture).

Su Xiaolong: (Hands up) I'm in the signature group. My name is Su Xiaolong (back to the team).

Marxism: Do you owe me? Did I ask you?

Su Xiaolong: (Hands up) I'm also in the signature group. My name is Su Xiaolong.

Marxism: Bear, you will get hurt if you sign. What signature do you want? This time you belong to the slogan group.

Zhang Yao: (waving) Come here!

Su Xiaolong: I won't shout. Go to the slogan group

Marx: (stepping forward, asking for money) You bring me the money. Come on, you bring me money.

Su Xiaolong: Then I will shout (when he returns to the team).

Marx: (Return) Really, I really can't lead you anymore.

Zhang Jingji: Hey, Marxism, hey, what's that brick behind? That's right.

Marxism: He, he, is newly developed for you.

Zhang Jingji: Huh?

Marxism: Ah, just take a step forward and try.

Zhang Jingji: Where to go?

Marxism: Just try. Go ahead.

Wang Jinlong stepped forward and asked for a brick.

Zhang Jingji: God, this, this ... what are you doing?

Marxism: it is to scare fans, which is equivalent to a star's bodyguard and maintain order.

Zhang Jingji: Forget it. You scared the fans away by bringing him here.

Marxism: No way. I was scared away. I tell you this kid, he will be very experienced. Guess what? I'll tell you. Today's stars need this kind of atmosphere. The more chaotic the scene, the more popular the stars are. You guys ... hi!

Zhang Jingji: Ah. ...

Marxism: Who is that? Where's my eldest son?

Mao Mao: Your eldest son gave it to me. He hasn't survived yet. He will be here soon.

Marxism: He didn't live there.

He Miaomiao: Hmm.

Marxism: My son is too busy at work. That's good. Everyone is here except others. Let's give our fans a name.

Zhang Yao: What's your name?

Marxism: By the way, what's your, your singer's name?

Zhang Jingji: Oh, call the Third Artillery Corps.

Marxism: What's its name? That doesn't sound good!

Zhang Jingji: What, what doesn't sound good? Now there is a movie called Three Guns.

Marxism: Then I know.

Zhang Jingji: That's quite popular. I thought about it and named the singer Sanpao.

Marxism: You said those three shots were quite popular, and there was a big tooth in those three shots. You can call Daya and return it. His name is Sanpao. Sanpao is a difficult name. Male fans are called kimchi this time, and female fans are called instant noodles.

He Miaomiao: What about you?

Marxism: I, I am a battery!

Zhang Jingji: Come on, come on, alas, your fame is appropriate. Marxism, can you show me?

Marxism: I want to see my ability, right? No problem, no problem. The slogan group is the first. These two children are the best here. Come on!

Zhang Yaosu Xiaolong: (One person speaks in unison) Three shots, three shots!

Marxism: Stop, what the hell is that pimple? Rhythm, three shots (clap your hands), three shots, hey, Thi, let's go.

Yao Zhang Su Xiaolong: Three cannons (clap your hands), three cannons (clap your hands).

Marxism: (rhythmically) too monotonous, add slogans.

Yao Zhang Su Xiaolong: Three shots, three shots, I scared you. Three shots, three shots. When you arrived, you didn't sleep for three days and nights. Yeah!

Zhang Jingji: Great, great. The child, alas, has a loud voice and a quick mind. What did you do at first?

Zhang Yao: I used to sell cabbages in the market.

Zhang Jingji: They are all talents. When the stars come, you just shout, ah!

Zhang Yao: OK!

Su Xiaolong: OK!

Marxism: No, I can't! Can you shout like this? Let's shout together and shout out some harmony. That's great.

Zhang Economy: Harmony?

Marxism: Just listen to me. All right, come on, scream.

Zhang Jingji: What can this big guy do? Really!

Marxism: Hehe, although our children are small, their voices are very nice. He used to sing bel canto and listen to his uncle. Give him one (Mao Mao yawns). Can only say no.

Zhang Jingji: Huh? Did you hear that?

Marxism: Not high!

Mao Mao: I yawned just now.

Marxism: You are still yawning when you are awake. Can you be serious and give your uncle a good shout? Let's go

Zhang Jingji: OK! Too high!

Marxism: Is this OK?

Zhang Jingji: OK!

He Miaomiao: What's the matter, my God, it's still high. Well, as long as the money is in place, the glass will be broken.

Zhang Jingji: Come on, come on, higher, come on.

He Miaomiao: If it is higher, you should be prepared!

Marxism: Well, alas, not high. Keep your strength. When she takes the lead, everyone must shout. Let's have a rest.

Su Xiaolong: I can't.

Marxism: Why?

Su Xiaolong: If I have a bad voice, I can't shout.

Marxism: Why are you so short of money? Your voice is terrible. Can you be better?

Su Xiaolong: (a little dissatisfied) Why, how nice, the country.

Marxism: You interrupted my voice when my best friend got married. You can learn from me later.

Yao Zhang Su Xiaolong: How?

Marxism: Your eyes have widened and your mouth has become a nose. You are very surprised. Your eyes are closed and your five senses are crowded together. No matter what sound you make, it's from the heart.

Everyone: Oh, dear.

Marxism: As long as it sounds good.

Mao Mao: Whatever.

Zhang Yao: Not so good.

He Miaomiao: It's too complicated.

Su Xiaolong: I feel terrible.

Marxism: Who said that? Who is it? I have to give you a play.

Mao Mao: What's the point?

Marxism: My hair is not good.

Mao Mao: Oh, my God, I can't be regarded as a star with hair!

Marxism: He can kill you. What are you doing alone?

Mao Mao: I'm sick.

Marxism: What does it mean to be sick? Are you happy to see other people's stars?

Mao Mao: Happy!

Marxism: Are you excited?

Mao Mao: I'm excited!

Marxism: Then you have to kill!

He Miaomiao: Do you want to add money?

Zhang Jingji: If you add money, you will lose a hair, 5 yuan.

He Miaomiao: Really?

Zhang Jingji: Look at what I mean!

Mao Mao: Oh, my God, I'm throwing caution to the wind. I should have known I had to take the lead.

Zhang Jingji: Ah, look, Marxism, then, who is our next group?

Marxism: Next, go to that, the one with the strangest clothes. The child has just returned from Southeast Asia. The baby hugs, Jiao Jiao.

Zhang Jing:.

Marxism: Come on, introduce yourself.

Zhang Jingji: Hello (Jiao Jiao walks forward and stumbles). Oh, dear!

Go forward and hug Zhang's economy, breaking Marxism.

Marxism: Get up, what are you doing? (Jiao Jiao hangs his head and says nothing)

Zhang Jingji: What the hell!

Marxism: You're crazy, huh? Let you introduce yourself. Who told you to hug and introduce yourself? Be sure, be sure, introduce yourself.

Jiao Jiao: (Trembling laughter) Hello, I just came here from Singapore. Oh, the climate here is too uncomfortable for me. ...

Mao Mao: Hey, hey, hey, did you put me together?

Jiao Jiao: Go ahead! Oh, what about me? I really just came from Singapore. ...

Wang Jinlong: Where did you buy it?

Jiao Jiao: Anshan.

Wang Jinlong: What's this?

Zhang Jingji: Marxism, what is this? Yes

Marxism: I'm sorry to tell you that this child used to be an actor. Later, when she didn't develop, she fell ill.

Zhang Jingji: I think it's good!

Marxism: OK?

Zhang Jingji: Ah.

Marxism: What's so good about it? The good one hasn't appeared yet, and the heavyweight one is still behind.

Zhang Jingji: Who is it?

Marxism: My son-the leader of the crying group.

Zhang Jingji: There are also crying groups!

Marxism: I have carefully trained. I grew up listening to the cries when I was born. I know how to cry.

Mao Mao: Hey? Here it comes.

Marxism: Huh? Where is it?

Shenyang: Happy New Year, everyone! Sorry, young and old. I just finished two jobs and cried twice. Sorry, I'm late.

Marxism: I am old, fashionable and discerning.

He Miaomiao: I'm waiting for you.

Marxism: Laoer, are you satisfied with your work?

Shenyang: It went well.

Marx: Right, ah, wait a minute, that Mao Mao, you go down and take them down to have a good training and a good sparring.

He Miaomiao: We're fine. We don't need it.

Marxism: Laoer, your father has a job again today. Be sure to give it to him. Let's leave now.

Shenyang: No, I just cried twice. Let me have a rest. My voice is hoarse from crying.

Marxism: You cried yourself hoarse. I gave you all the money.

Shenyang: What about my money?

Marxism: You can calculate your money when you go home. What do you think these people are talking about?-Is it good?

Shenyang: Is he a man or a woman?

Marxism: Oh, I forgot to ask. Is that a man or a woman?

Zhang Jingji: Ah, it's a man.

Marxism: Go ahead, man.

Shenyang: How old are you?

Zhang Jingji: Well, I'm twenty-one.

Small Shenyang: Die young!

Zhang Jingji: Huh? Say, say what! No, what's dead ... a star.

Small Shenyang: tinkering with medicine?

Zhang Jingji: What is the medicine? All the people who come to our place for publicity are stars.

Small Shenyang: You want to arrest him because he is fiddling with something in medicine!

Zhang Jingji: Do you know what a fan is?

Little Shenyang: Dad, why is the poison of fans so great that they are all gone?

Zhang Jingji: What a poison ... a star, still alive.

Shenyang: Why are you crying when you are alive?

Zhang Jingji: What the hell is this? Didn't you make it clear to Marxism?

Marxism: old boy, you screwed up C m: pi. You ask what's wrong. He is a star. Come to our meeting and invite us to become fans.

Shenyang: Oh, let's pretend to be fans.

Marxism: Yes, fans.

Shenyang: Just pretend.

Marxism: Yes, where have you been?

Shenyang: Then don't cry.

Zhang Jingji: Why don't you cry-doesn't that mean that after you see the star, you are excited and excited, so you don't have to cry?

Marxism: No, Zhang Jingji, I forgot to tell you one thing. My son learned his major for nothing.

Zhang Jingji: Correct answer.

Shenyang: Hey, I just served two people this morning.

Marxism: Busy with work.

Zhang Jingji: I don't care how many people you serve. Your crying and ours are two different things.

Marxism: No, no, the scene is very chaotic. Crying is one thing. My son can cry at anything. Two days ago, an old sow gave birth to 15 lambs. We even cried once. The owner is very satisfied. I'll cry for you now, huh?

Little Shenyang: Wave, the appearance fee has not been paid yet!

Zhang Jingji: How much is the appearance fee? We're done talking. Price.

Marxism: No, Zhang Jingji, you don't understand the rules of this business. That was, uh, crying just now.

Zhang Jingji: Crying counts.

Marxism: Crying is extra money.

Zhang Jingji: Oh, let me ask, to what extent do you usually cry?

Shenyang: Ah, we don't care. We talk about "communication".

Zhang Jingji: Yes! ?

Shenyang: How much is it to cry?

Zhang Jingji: Haha.

Shenyang: Ah, how much is your phone number?

Marxism: Well ... let me introduce my son's crying music to you.

Zhang Jingji: There is also a crying spectrum!

Marxism: food has a menu, and crying has a "crying spectrum". Different crying methods have different prices. This ..... Let me introduce you.

Zhang Jingji: Oh, quite professional.

Marxism: You see, on page 8, it says: Little cry 20, middle cry 50, big cry 80, wail 100, roll your eyes and cry 150, cry and scratch your armpit, but don't wake up 250. This is the salary, and the bonus is extra.

Zhang Jingji: Let's not talk about the reward.

Marxism: Hmm.

Zhang Jingji: Your price is too high.

Shenyang: Is it still high?

Marxism: not high.

Shenyang: It was higher last year. You can enjoy the financial crisis this year!

Zhang Jingji: I'm telling you, I'm not short of money either, but you must guarantee my quality, huh?

Shenyang: Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Bang. We cried sincerely and rationally. If you find fake crying, you can tell us about it.

Zhang Jingji: Hey, it's the first time I've heard of a crying association in my life.

Shenyang: Hello, I'm also the vice president of the Crying Association.

Zhang Jingji: Haha, this is the vice president. Who is the president?

Shenyang: My mother!

Marxism: Well, Zhang Jing, do you need to talk about it first? We must show it, or you will easily regret it, ok? So, my back, my son crying, you listen, okay?

Zhang Jingji: Yes.

Shenyang: Watch our live broadcast.

Marxism: Old son, this gang must fight for him, or you will make me yellow ... I tell you.

Shenyang: You must!

Marxism: Here we go.

Zhang Jingji: Ah, let's start.

Marxism: Ah!

Zhang Jingji: What's wrong with that? This is ...

Marxism: gongs and drums, firecrackers.

Shenyang: Why is it so loud?

Marxism: Today, we are excited to welcome a pop star-Sambo.

Small Shenyang: Sanpao, you came so soon.

Marxism: Third Artillery, let's shout out from our hearts: Third Artillery, I love you!

Little Shenyang: Sanpao, do you know how much we love you?

Marxism: Laoer!

Zhang Jingji: Stop! Stop.

Marxism: Laoer! (Pull up) Just say yes!

Zhang Jingji: Buddha! Ok, ok, how can you say yes? It is good to cry, but the tone is too uncomfortable.

Shenyang: Then we can cry according to our emotions.

Marxism: No, I will be happier that way. Cry happily.

Zhang Jingji: Marxism, your place, all your groups have performed very well.

Marxism: Really?

Zhang Jingji: But overall, I'm not sure about this atmosphere. So I got off the plane pretending to be a star. You ask your fan group to pick me up. I'm going to see how far the atmosphere is.

Marxism: hmm ... this time, you are the third artillery.

Zhang Jingji: Er, yes, yes, now I am the Third Artillery Corps.

Marxism: Our first cooperation must satisfy you, OK?

Zhang Jingji: Very good.

Marxism: Look at my gesture. All right, Mao Mao (hey), Mao Mao, you bring everyone back to me.

Mao Mao: Hey, hey, here we come!

Marxism: All this is in line with my pimple. How is the practice?

He Miaomiao: Good!

Marxism: I tell you, Zhang Economy only recognizes the strength of each of us.

Small Shenyang: Very satisfied.

Marxism: But he didn't see the collective lineup, and he was a little uneasy. We have to take this job and buy some strength, okay?

Everyone: ok!

Marxism: Look at my gesture. Step forward. For the better!

A polite threw Zhang Ji to the ground.

Shenyang: Oh, why are you out of breath? ...

Marxism: I tell you, my eldest son, you are an occupational disease. You cry when you look at people lying down. You are still alive. What ... you screwed up this job. Zhang Jingji, Zhang Jingji, are you okay? I'm sorry. Are you okay? Huh?

Zhang Jingji: (gasping) Oh, oh, great!

Everybody: (Applause) Hahaha ...

Marxism: Really?

Zhang Jingji: It's not that the atmosphere is too good. I am finally relieved.

Marxism: Don't worry?

Shenyang: Here you are.

Zhang Jingji: Hey, I called, maybe I did.

Marxism: Well, get ready, get ready, get ready.

Marxism: He has been won by us, so he should be prepared.

Zhang Jingji: Ah, oh, don't worry, everything is ready for you to land, ah, ah? Ah! Ok, ok ... I see, ah, ok, ok ... ah!

People: Oh, my God ... (Chaos)

Zhang Jingji: Stop, stop, stop, stop. No need to prepare.

Marxism: Why?

Zhang Jingji: I can't come.

Marxism: Why can't you come?

Zhang Jingji: The plane returned because of the weather.

Marxism: No. Let's wait for a while.

Zhang Jingji: No, don't wait, it's today, just ... I won't go.

Mao Mao: Hey! I'm really not going.

Zhang Jingji: It's cancelled.

Mao Mao: Oh, my God, that's great. I can go now. I can take the job. (trotting out)

Zhang Yao: You are stalling. (exit)

Jiao Jiao: I'm going home to steal vegetables! (exit)

Su Xiaolong: Oh, I'm not going! That's quite ... (Quit)

Zhang Jingji: What are you looking at? Everyone's gone. What are you two looking at ... Let's go.

Shenyang: (hesitates) Did you give the money?

Marxism: Yes, you haven't settled the bill yet.

Zhang Jingji: Hey hey, what did you say? What money did I give you when people didn't come?

Marxism: I invested all my money without you.

Zhang Jingji: Yes ... you have run out of money. You want to find them. What money do you want from me?

Marxism: I work for you. What do you want from me?

Zhang Jingji: How can you say that you work for me? Who do you work for when no one comes?

Marxism: If you didn't come, I wouldn't come?

Zhang Jingji: Are you coming? I didn't come. You didn't see anyone. Don't ask them for money after you give them money. What kind of money do you want from me?

Marxism and small Shenyang are stupid.

Zhang Jingji: Are you coming? I didn't come. You didn't see anyone. You gave them money, but you didn't ask them for it. What money did you ask me for?

Zhang Jingji: You are ill, aren't you? I am in a bad mood!

Zhang Jingji: Are you coming? I didn't come. You didn't pick them up. You gave them money. You didn't ask them for money. What kind of money do you want from me?

Shenyang: Dad, how many times have I told you that the living can't make money!

Marxism: It's all right, old man. He is cheating. If he dares to take our money, he will not have a good year!

Shenyang: How to fix it?

Marxism: Dad takes you to his house to cry.

Marxism: Dad ...

Little Shenyang: Dad. ...

Marxism: Dad, you have to go with Dad. ...

Little Shenyang: Dad. ...

Marxism and small Shenyang mutually assured destruction.