During dinner that evening, Li Tian told his younger brother about his plans to change the current situation.

"Brother! You should handle this! I don't have your brains!"

Li Wushuang was self-aware enough to know that if he were to do this kind of thing, things would only get worse.

"Dad, is it really necessary to go to so much trouble? We come here to perform once a month, we can make a lot of money that way, and besides, our family isn't short of money. Supporting a troupe shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Ye Feng really couldn't understand why his father went to so much trouble. How much could it cost to support an opera troupe?

Li Tian rolled his eyes at his son. "Did I send you here to show off your wealth?"

"That's right, Dad! We're not short of money..."

Huang Yiyi also couldn't understand why her father went to so much trouble. If he had used that time to create more songs, everything would have been fine.

“You guys… sigh! So shallow. Do you think I’m just being stingy? I’m saving our national heritage. This Canglan Opera is our national treasure…”

Just as Li Tian was putting on a righteous act, the old lady interrupted him, saying, "I think you're just reluctant to part with that little bit of money! I know you too well!"

All right!

Seeing that his mother had spoken, Li Tian didn't argue and continued, "Mom, you're right, but let me tell you, if I were to run this opera troupe, earning several hundred million within a year wouldn't be a problem!"

"Several hundred million?"

"Several hundred million?"

………

Everyone at the table turned their attention to Li Tian. Could he be having another episode?

Otherwise, how could they say that the opera troupe could earn hundreds of millions a year?

Seeing everyone looking at him, Li Tian continued, "Don't think I'm crazy. This is the result after letting Wushuang go out to develop on her own, not counting that!"

The old man touched Li Tian's forehead and said, "He doesn't have a fever, so why is he talking nonsense!"

Li Tian looked at everyone helplessly and said, "Since there are no outsiders here, I will tell you my plan."

"First of all, our Canglan Opera has never lacked talent. Look at the sketches, songs, TV dramas and the like now, our Canglan Opera actors can all come."

"Secondly!" Li Tian looked at Ye Feng and said, "Secondly, we have many resources that we can make use of, such as CCTV. Your aunt's CCTV is our best publicity platform!"

“Dad! There’s no problem with getting the opera troupe on CCTV, but there aren’t many viewers!” Ye Feng still didn’t understand what Li Tian meant.

"Hehe, look! The Spring Festival Gala is just around the corner, and your aunt asked me to be the chief director of the Gala. It shouldn't be a problem for us to take care of our own family, right?"

"Dad! There's no problem with getting on the Spring Festival Gala; Canglan Opera is on the Gala every year. But that doesn't change anything!"

"Narrow-minded? Who told you that all Canglan operas are long and drawn-out? Our Canglan operas are all-encompassing. I can have our troupe perform a short skit without any problem, right?"

"But…"

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to say something, Li Tian interrupted him directly, saying, "There's no 'but' or 'no.' I'll write the skit. As long as the performance is good, it will definitely be a hit across the country."

Upon hearing that his father was going to write a skit script, Ye Feng suddenly fell silent. He could question his father's character, but he could not deny his father's work.

Not only Ye Feng thought this way, but the others also shared the same idea.

"Alright, this matter can't be explained in a short time. How about this, since I have some free time, I've written a Canglan play. Dad, you guys try rehearsing it tomorrow!"

"Did you write a play, or a Canglan play?"

The old man was quite surprised, knowing that his eldest son had never written more than a hundred words in his essays back then.

Now he's telling him he learned a piece of Canglan opera. If it were just a song he wrote, the old man wouldn't be so surprised.

But when his eldest son said he had written a Canglan opera, the old man simply couldn't believe it.

"Brother, when did you learn to write Canglan opera?"

Not only was the old man shocked, but Li Wushuang was equally shocked.

"Why can't I write Canglan Opera? Isn't Canglan Opera also written by people?"

Li Tian was very dissatisfied with the doubts raised by everyone. Why couldn't he write Canglan Opera?

It's true that my education level was a bit lacking, but that's in the past, isn't it?

Didn't I spend over forty years studying on Earth?

It doesn't matter if you can't write Canglan Opera. There are many good operas on Earth that we can use!

Is it wrong to plagiarize songs but not to plagiarize plays?

"Don't wait until tomorrow, take it out now! Let me take a look!"

The old man would never believe Li Tian's words; to him, his eldest son's credibility was practically zero.

Li Tian was exasperated, wondering why no one believed him when he told the truth!

Li Tian took out his phone; he had already downloaded the script for the Canglan Opera.

The old man is quite old and can only see the text when it's enlarged.

He watched for half an hour, during which Li Tian also chatted with his mother about everyday things.

Everyone was wondering what kind of Canglan play Li Tian had written.

"Did you really write this?" The old man was still somewhat skeptical.

"Dad! This is so mean! I worked so hard to write this, and you're questioning me. If I didn't write it, then who did I plagiarize?"

The old man thought about it and realized that he had indeed never seen this script called "The Butterfly Lovers".

"Hmm, not bad! This play is quite novel and should be able to attract audiences!" The old man gave the play his approval.

Upon hearing his father's words, Li Wushuang was also curious about what kind of play his elder brother had written that could earn his father's approval.

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