Fan Wei Zhao Benshan fortune-telling _ Fan Wei Zhao Benshan to see a doctor.

The son of Zhao Benshan's sketch script is older.

Zhao: Chickens nest and ducks lay eggs. Whoever does the work will do it.

Late at night, the fortune teller said, I am a pearl buried in the earth, and it will be brilliant sooner or later. No, the old man who has been buried for 62 years,

Suddenly discovered by the authorities. Today, on behalf of the wishes of all ages in our village, I came to see my son Liu Million for an important negotiation on a cooperative project.

Only success, not failure. -Here we are. Alas, there are such big steps in front of my son's house.

Wang: Hello, grandpa, who are you looking for?

Zhao: I'm not looking for anyone. I want to meet your general manager in person.

Wang: You want to see our boss?

Zhao: Boss, I have it here. This is Manager Xiao.

Wang: Who are you?

Zhao: Who? Whose house is this? Is it Liu Million? I'm Liu Laogen, Liu Million's father.

Wang: Oh, it's uncle. I'm going to find Liu Jingli. You go in and sit down. I’ll be right back. . . . .

Zhao: Xiao Ya, you won't let me in. Thanks for my business card, you will still hold me back. . . . My mother, this big house is bigger than our village Committee.

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The phone rang. Answer: Hello, who are you looking for? Liu, where's my kitten? Are you my kitten? . . . I forgot about you?

I see. What's there? I'm not playing dumb, I'm confused. . . Bring it to me when I am born. When I say baby, you can understand that I am not mine. Well, I just arrived in this house. I'm not my son. My son is my father. No, listen to me. I am the father of my son. I have just arrived in this house. What happened? . . . .

Fan: Dad, you're here? Zhao: Telephone.

Fan: Hello, Sister, yes, it's me. That was my father. He has just arrived. . . . . Oh, our cat does. Thank you for bringing it to me. Oh, well, goodbye.

Zhao: What's the matter? Fan: Oh, I asked someone to buy a little Persian cat. Zhao's appearance surprised me. I want to know what I have. . . . .

Fan: Dad, I won't let you change it when you come? (Asked Wang) What about the suit I asked you to make for my father?

Zhao: Do you think your father is wearing foreign clothes? I gave it to the village chief the day before I came.

Fan: Why did you give it to him? That's Pierre Cardin.

Zhao: Yes, I wear crotch, and he wears crotch.

Wang: Then I'll go. Zhao: Girl, come back. Fan: Ah, just call her. Zhao: Huh? Is this a great event in my life?

Zhao: I want to call my aunt. Can't you call my aunt's milk?

Wang: Uncle, you misunderstood. My name is Wang Yi. Hold your head high and be happy.

Zhao: That's ridiculous. Why not just call it James Wang?

Fan: If you feel uncomfortable, just call her Xiao Wang Zhao: Xiao. . . . . . I'll never get up. . . . . . .

I can't get dressed. . . No, I'm not here to repair clothes. I have an important purpose here.

(To Fan) Dog Leftover, look what I brought you. . . .

Fan: Dad, why did you carry this shit all the way? Zhao: Stupid? This is a sample, and both men and women are pointing to this thing to eat.

Today, we will negotiate face to face. Fan: You negotiate with me?

Zhao: Why, it's very serious.

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Zhao: I'll go first. Fan: Go ahead.

Zhao: I still have some documents from the village-the spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the sky, and people have to live up to expectations and dig doors and holes to find relationships.

The situation in our village this year, that guy, is neither waterlogging nor drought. A large area of hawthorn red dandan in Dongpo Xiling will rot if it is not sold.

Young and old are anxious to find me, saying that you have to find your son Liu Million, and there are some places to lean on. . . . . I hurried to find you. .

Wang: Grandpa, we still owe it outside. Liu Jingli: I don't owe you anything here.

Zhao: Can't you have several debts? Wang: Not much, more than eight million.

. . . . . . . . . . Zhao: When the east wind blows and the drums beat, who is afraid of who? Eight million troops of the Kuomintang have been laid off. How can you still owe money for this eight million?

The BP machine rang, and Wang wanted to get through to him. Zhao: I said the dog was left. Is there a problem? . .

(Finally, Liu came back with half a sack of mountain products on his back-)