"Then you should learn it," the guest said. "This film is hailed as the pioneering work of F Country's New Wave cinema. I think its core is especially suited to you."
Cheng Lang's eyes lit up. He looked at the guest with the delighted expression of someone who had found a kindred spirit. "You think I have what it takes to found my own school?"
The guest gave a light cough and explained, "I think you're both wild and very good at making fun of yourself."
Cheng Lang went expressionless. So that was the "New Wave" he meant!
The guests below had already turned into ducks, capable only of going "quack quack quack."
Cheng Lang could not help asking, "I'm really curious—what exactly do you do, sir?"
Surely he was not also a crosstalk performer?
The guest looked embarrassed. "It's rather shameful to say. I just make advertisements. Although I also have a heart devoted to art, the threshold for that field is clearly too high, and for now, it has shut me out."
Cheng Lang suddenly understood. "So you're one of those legendary advertising design masters responsible for creating colorful black?"
The guest could not help complaining, "That's what the clients demand from us."
Cheng Lang clapped his hands and said meaningfully, "Clients are great!"
The guests below burst into laughter again. Amid laughter that made it seem as though the audience had entered a duck pond, Cheng Lang sighed longingly, "I want to be the client."
The guest looked at Cheng Lang with mixed amusement and exasperation. The other guests were already laughing themselves mad. They loved watching Cheng Lang hurt each other with them.
"Great!" The guests below applauded wildly.
Cheng Lang smiled and waved at the audience. "Then today, I'll start by playing 'New York Herald