I donated 100 million at the beginning

"Do you really know how to sing Peking Opera? That's different from singing popular songs." Chen Jianguo couldn't help asking puzzledly when he heard Hu Yibao say that he would perform in Peking Opera.

"If you don't believe me, I'll tell you a few words, Farewell My Concubine." Hu Yibao was not timid, he pinched his orchid fingers, and began to sing. "Since I have fought with the king"

After a short verse,

The dressing room was silent for a while, everyone's faces showed shock, and then there was a burst of warm applause.

"Good good!!"

"Even if I practice my whole life, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this opera tone."

"That's for sure, and I don't even think he belongs to our Master Hu. So, biologically speaking, this is called inheritance."

The dressing room was soon filled with a happy atmosphere.

While putting on makeup, Hu Chang watched Hu Yibao and the Hu family's troupe make a mess, feeling happy in his heart.

twelve o'clock.

At the end of the third skit.

Everyone had finished the makeup of Farewell My Concubine and was about to go on stage. Hu Yibao also took the opportunity to get a costume of a servant.

However, it hasn't come to power yet.

It was squeezed away by a middle-aged man from behind.

"Excuse me, it's my family's Yinger's turn next."

After plastic surgery and make-up, an extremely beautiful female artist, wearing a gorgeous costume, followed behind and went onto the stage.

"What's going on?" Chen Jianguo asked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the music, then turned to Chen Jianguo and said, "You guys are singing Farewell My Concubine?"

"Mr. Shangguan, didn't I tell you that your finale has been cancelled, and replaced by the main one."

At this time.

When Shangguan saw Hu Chang and everyone behind the stage, he hurriedly shouted.

"Ahhhh!!"

"I'm looking for you!"

"Your car is running around!"

"Wait a while for your big axis to come out."

In the troupe, there was a young guy who couldn't help but say, "Aren't we the finale? How can we change?"

"I'm in a hurry." Shangguan frowned and said, "It's okay for you to give way a little."

"Okay, you guys will come out later, it will only take a few minutes."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan turned around and left. Everyone in the troupe also heard Shangguan talking to himself whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"What era is this? Who still listens to Peking Opera!"

End of this chapter

Chapter 310 The National Essence Never Goes Out

Chapter 310 The National Essence Never Goes Out

Looking at the back of Shangguan leaving.

Many people in Hu's class clenched their fists.

Everyone knows that opera has declined, but no one has ever said that in front of them.

"If I had known that the person in charge of this family would be this face, even if I was given ten times the appearance fee, I would not come."

"It's really annoying. Peking opera is on the decline, so it's his turn to talk about it. After all, Peking opera is also the quintessence of the country."

"The finale is changed to the main one, and our Farewell My Concubine is directly turned into a show of seeing off guests. When has it ever been insulted like this?"

"Think about our Hu's troupe, which is also a well-known opera troupe in Beijing opera, and it will still be treated like this."

Everyone in Hu's class was indignant.

It's official, it's really a dog's eye.

Yinger's manager at the side couldn't help shaking his head when he heard their voices.

I don't quite understand the thinking of these people. Elimination will eventually be eliminated. What else do we need to persist.

"The big axis is actually quite good."

Hu Chang smiled and said to everyone at this time, "Everyone will perform well, and someone will appreciate it."

That being said.

But everyone has mixed feelings.

Peking opera is no longer said to be performed well, and people will watch it.

Young people don't like it, but the old people they like are leaving the stage of history one by one. The future of Peking Opera will be a bumpy road.

I'm afraid it's really gone.

"Farewell My Concubine, right?"

Within a few minutes, a young man in a suit and leather shoes came over, holding a program list in his hand, glanced at Hu Jiaban standing behind the scenes, and said, "It's time for you to play later."

The music on the stage has fallen.

Yinger came out, and the manager quickly went up to help her, with a smile on her face, "Thank you Yinger for your hard work!"

"A little bit!"

"Go back and rest first."

"I want to rebook the plane."

"Go, go, go."

Watch them leave.