"Boss, the tickets are charged per person," Zhao Zhenhao directly told a bodyguard to pay, and then followed the large group inside. As he walked, he frowned, "This place is in such bad condition, a perfect example of a mess! Is Brother Hao really performing comedy here? How can that be acceptable?"
"If you think it's not good, why not invest and renovate it," Fang Wenbin said it was no big deal, "I can't believe Brother Hao can actually perform comedy, that's really something!"
"Mr. Zhao," among the group of foreigners, there were five people, four men and one woman, one of them, a big uncle with sideburns, asked Zhao Zhenhao, "Is this the place where your good friend performs comedy?"
"Yes, Mr. Bruce," Zhao Zhenhao nodded and said, "My good friend is extremely talented, you'll know soon."
"I hope I will be in a good mood today," Bruce smiled, "I've heard some comedy before, but I didn't find it very interesting. I hope your friend can surprise me!"