Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

The old man Ma Yuan is the director of this Confucius Institute.

Dean Ma looked at the people gathered at the door and wiped the sweat from his head with trembling hands.

He has been running the Confucius Institute for so many years and has always lost money.

Originally, he had planned to go back to China this year. He didn't feel pleasant in the air of the United States, and there were no people in the academy, so he might as well go back to retire.

However, just when he wanted to go back to retire, the Confucius Institute has undergone tremendous changes!

Since last night, the official website of their Confucius Institute has been overwhelmed!

The official website maintenance personnel of the Confucius Institute just went back to China for vacation during this period.

The official website has not been repaired for a while.

As a result, these foreigners who did not report their names found them outside the Confucius Institute early this morning.

Seal the water around here.

Dean Ma waved his hand and called out to the security guards around him.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let them go to the auditorium on the west side first, wait a while, I will call Lao Li and the others to come back."

The old Li mentioned by Dean Ma is Li Ming, the teaching director of the Confucius Institute.

The security guard nodded, and then hurried out, taking all the people around the door to the auditorium.

Dean Ma smiled and looked at the people passing by him, then turned around and walked back to his office, and called Li Ming.

"Old Li, there are many people in the academy, come quickly."

Dean Ma simply finished speaking, and then hung up the phone.

Li Ming over there hung up the phone with a dazed expression, thinking that something happened to the college, he drove to the nearby area quickly.

After getting off the car, Li Ming saw a long queue outside the gate of the Confucius Institute.

Ok?
Is there any big shot coming to the academy today?
Why doesn't he know?
Li Ming took two steps cautiously, glanced at the signboard of the Confucius Institute, then walked slowly to the door, swiped his card skillfully and walked in.

During the whole process, Li Ming could clearly feel those eager eyes behind him seeking knowledge.

Those gazes were like torches, almost burning a hole in his clothes.

Li Ming stabilized his turbulent heart, took two steps slowly, then immediately accelerated, and walked to Ma Yuan's office.

Ma Yuan stood at the window of the office, looking at the long queue of people in the distance.

Li Ming knocked on the office door twice, and Dean Ma shouted without looking back: "Come in!"

Li Ming walked in and stood behind Dean Ma.

"Dean, what happened to the school?"

Ma Yuan turned to look at Li Ming, with tears in his eyes.

Li Ming was a little startled, Ma Yuan was the founder of the Confucius Institute, who actually made Ma Yuan cry.

Ma Yuan blinked and beckoned Li Ming to sit down.

"The wind is strong, it's blinding." Ma Yuan made a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Li Ming.

Li Ming smiled.

Is there still wind in the room?

Ma Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed to those people outside the door.

"They all came to sign up for the Confucius Institute. You and I will go to the auditorium with me later, say a few words, and then recruit people to register their names."

"The number of people who came this time is estimated to be in the tens of thousands. Our academy does not have a large capacity, at most 5000 people, and it will end when the registration reaches [-]."

Li Ming nodded, wrote down what Ma Yuan said, and then couldn't post it in the work group that hadn't heard from him for a long time.

Dean Ma nodded, then stood up, and Li Ming supported Dean Ma to stand up too.

"Come on, let's go to the auditorium!"

The west auditorium was not far away, and it was already full of people.

Ma Yuan walked slowly to the stage, stood in front of the microphone, and said, "Chinese culture has a long history."

"It is our mutual blessing that you all come to study at our Confucius Institute."

"Because there are some problems with our college's official website, we temporarily suspend online registration and register everyone's names in the auditorium."

"The Confucius Institute has only [-] offline registration places, but we have always adhered to what Confucius said, there is no distinction between teaching and learning. We will open learning materials on the Internet in the future. I hope everyone will pay attention to our official website in time."

While Ma Yuan spoke in Chinese, Li Ming translated it in English.

When Ma Yuan finished speaking, there was thunderous applause in the auditorium.

Standing on the stage, Ma Yuan looked at the overcrowded auditorium with pride in his eyes.

After Ma Yuan finished speaking, he stepped off the stage and left the auditorium.

Li Ming arranged things and left with Ma Yuan.

Ma Yuan walked on the road, looking at the decoration of the Confucius Institute.

The Confucius Institutes are all Chinese-style buildings, with pavilions and pavilions in a well-proportioned arrangement.

It seems that it is full of a unique Chinese charm.

Ma Yuan slowed down, sat on a stool, and then called Li Ming to sit down.

He looked at the auditorium in the distance, with doubts and pride in his eyes.

"I don't know why these foreign children are suddenly interested in Chinese culture."

Ma Yuan sighed lightly.

A few years ago, he came to the United States to open a Confucius Institute, which was the first Confucius Institute opened in the United States.

When the door opened, there were many interested students who came to study, but gradually the door was empty.

In the past two years, the number of students accepted by the Confucius Institute has decreased even more.

Hearing Ma Yuan's sigh and questioning, Li Ming took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and said excitedly, "Dean, it seems to be this."

Li Ming handed the phone to Ma Yuan, and the picture on it was the scene of "Farewell My Concubine" in Xiang Yu's "Collector".

"We have a program called "Collection of China", which has become popular all over the world. Apart from our country, it has been broadcast live in many countries simultaneously."

"I asked a few students just now, and they all said that because of this program, they wanted to learn Chinese language and learn more about Chinese history."

Ma Yuan wiped his glasses on his chest, put them on, and looked at the screen carefully.

When he saw the scene where Bawang hugged Yuji silently, he couldn't help crying.

"This!" Ma Yuan looked at Li Ming, his eyes sparkling.

"This! The show!"

Ma Yuan's eyes were amazed. From this small scene, he could tell the sophistication of this program.

This level of historical restoration cannot be achieved even by CCTV.

Ma Yuan continued to look at the screen, Xiang Yu buried Yu Ji behind the barracks, and then a person appeared.

Ma Yuan looked at the clothes he was wearing, feeling a little puzzled.

"Who is this person?"

Li Ming explained with a smile: "Dean, this is a historical variety show with the theme of going back to the past and talking with historical figures."

"This is the host of this variety show and the founder of this show."

Ma Yuan looked at Ji Yi on the screen in surprise, then turned to look at Li Ming.

Then, he patted his thigh and shouted: "Hahahahahaha!"

"Good! Good!"

"Really good!"

Ma Yuan's eyes were full of relief and pride.

"Now, our Huaxia is really full of talents! Look at this guy, I don't think he is very old, and he is able to make such a show. It is really the wave behind the Yangtze River pushing the wave ahead!"

Ma Yuan was happy, and the chatterbox was suddenly opened.

"We are the same as this young man named Ji Dong."

"It's all about promoting Chinese culture."

"It's just that this young man has done a lot better than us!"