"Are you Ningxia?" It was Mr. Mo who reacted first.
"Teacher Mo, are you surprised?" Ningxia smiled brightly.
Compared to the Western-style dresses worn by people in Shanghai, she wore a red dress, and the dazzling red color made her skin look as white as snow.
Her black hair had been deliberately braided a few days ago, but now it was all let down, with slightly curved waves falling to her waist.
A red hairpin hooked up the loose hair by the ear and fell on the end of the hair. The fiery red lips were slightly curled between the lips. The collision of red and black was charming and attractive, and the whole face caught people's attention in an instant.
It was more than just stunning, everyone was stunned. Where did this fairy come from?
"Ningxia, what are you going to perform?" Old Mo didn't know Ningxia's program yet. Every time they rehearsed, she would just stretch her legs and encourage them.
As for their pillar, Mr. Mo was afraid that if he disciplined her too much, she would lose her spiritual energy, and he couldn't control her background. Unexpectedly, she gave everyone a big surprise.
"Teacher Mo, we need reform, but we also need to make sure those people in Shanghai don't forget their roots."
Ningxia heard another urging voice from the stage. She did not answer Mr. Mo's question, but gave him a confident smile and went on stage.
"Hello everyone, I am an employee of Beijing Film Studio, my name is Ningxia." After introducing herself, Ningxia nodded to Lu Hai who had been waiting in the audience, and made a two gesture with her hand.
When she got here, she asked Lu Hai to help her pick up the records. She had already called the record factory in Shanghai and asked them to record two songs.
The first one is a Hong Kong pop song, and the other one is a patriotic song that she added on the spur of the moment.
She felt that this would be very appropriate and that this song was very suitable for the people in Shanghai.
"Rivers and mountains... Although I wear Western clothes, my heart is still Chinese..."
Ningxia's blood-red clothes and the unfamiliar, passionate and uplifting music lingered in the ears of Shanghai people.
They looked down at their dresses and couldn't help blushing for some reason.
Normally they are very proud of their clothes, so why can't they hold their heads up high now?
When Ningxia came on stage, everyone in the audience was stunned, including those in Gangcheng. They were all stunned. Did they doubt that there was such a person just now?
Only Old Zhou knew that there was such a person, but she had changed now. He didn't dare to look at her at all, feeling that every word she sang was a slap in their faces.
"Thank you everyone. The song I just sang is for my friends in Shanghai. I hope you like it. I have another song dedicated to my friends from Hong Kong who have come all the way here."
After Ningxia finished singing, she did not leave the stage, but made a gesture towards Lu Hai.
"I can't get rid of my sorrow and my depression. Why does my heart feel so empty..."
Standard Hong Kong dialect echoed in the auditorium. The unfamiliar tune and lingering sentences gave people goosebumps.
The red clothes that were fluttering just now were the blood of the martyrs, and the red clothes that are fluttering now are the lingering love.
It was some ballroom dance music, and every step the people on the stage took seemed to be casual, but they were all expressing her love.
Until the song ended, the scene was silent, and everyone was still unable to get out of the deep emotion.
The sentence "I just like you, but cannot have the love I want" is heartbreaking, as if everyone has experienced an unforgettable love.
Mr. Mo and the others in the backstage were even more dumbfounded. They felt as if Ningxia on the stage was glowing.
She was born to be on the stage, she should accept everyone's admiration and applause.
"Thank you again, everyone. I can do some fancy things, but I saved it for last. I want to tell my fellow Shanghainese what it means to be a Chinese. I'm very proud of it. What about you?"
Ningxia's voice was slightly breathless. She had originally wanted to sing a Hong Kong song to attract people's attention first.
If this spot was pre-determined and she couldn't win, then singing the last song would be a way to save face for herself.
We are all Chinese and we all work together, so it’s not too shameful.
But now she changed the order, telling those people in Shanghai clearly that she could win and that she had a more exciting performance, but she still chose a war song first.
What do you think now that you are wearing dresses?
The audience was still eerily silent, and the one leading the applause was an old man who was drowned in the crowd.
Everyone came to their senses only after he stood up, and then they were shocked again when they saw the people standing next to him.
Several senior diplomats from Shanghai were present, including Zhang Suyun. She looked at Ningxia on the stage with a complicated expression.
"Good, very exciting." The old man looked at Ningxia with excitement in his eyes.
"Chairman, why are you here in person?" Mr. Guan, who had been so arrogant just now, hurried over with a very respectful attitude.
"If I didn't come, wouldn't I have missed such a wonderful performance?" The old man kept looking at Ningxia.
Seeing her calm face, without a trace of surprise or joy, it seemed as if his praise was well deserved.
"She's got the spot this time." Pride flashed in the old man's eyes. He would never forget his roots.
"But the performance in Shanghai hasn't started yet. Wouldn't you like to watch it?" Mr. Guan hesitated.
To be honest, he was also attracted by that kind of performance, but this time he mainly went to the Shanghai market to select people.
Whenever he came here, it was the people in Shanghai who entertained him. Although he thought they were rustic, they still respected him very much.
He had enjoyed the best food and accommodation these days, but now he had inexplicably chosen a person from Beijing who suddenly appeared today, and he felt a little guilty.
"People in Shanghai? What options do those who have lost their hearts have?" The old man did not lower his voice, and his words were heard clearly by everyone present.
People in the Shanghai Stock Exchange were unconvinced at first, but now their faces are red and they can't utter a word of rebuttal.
It turns out that they did so much, and deliberately delayed notifying the Beijing city, not allowing them to contact the people in the Hong Kong city first, and deliberately letting them go on stage first to make a fool of themselves.
In the end, they just served as a foil for Beijing City. Not to mention competing, they didn't even have a chance to get on stage.
"Ningxia, you are really...really great!" Mr. Mo and his companions excitedly rushed onto the stage.
They didn't expect this outcome. Ningxia made Beijing proud.
Mr. Mo looked at the Shanghai people in the audience and smiled brightly.
"Thank you for your recognition. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation." Ningxia accepted it generously.
Compared to the servile manner of the Shanghai people just now, she emphasized that it was just cooperation.
The old man didn't feel offended by her words, and looked at her with pride.
"This is how the children of China should be, child. You have done a great job." As the old man finished speaking, several Shanghai executives behind him took the lead in applauding.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
