Ji He was the first to say he hadn't asked for opinions, and the others all shook their heads.
Seeing that Mayor Xu said this, Wang Xiyou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't Mayor Xu's "dictatorship" alone, with her and Meng Qiange's looks and fame, there would always be people in the town who would like their appearance or have fans.
Compared to the silly and foolish Ji He and Xu Feiyang, she should have a better market appeal.
Full of confidence, Wang Xiyou discussed with Meng Qiange what program to perform.
Wang Xiyou is an actor, and Meng Qiange is a model; they can't exactly put on a catwalk show for the people in the audience.
After discussion, both groups decided to sing. However, Ji He's group decided to sing a song with a more traditional Chinese style. The final choice was "Pipa Xing". Xu Feiyang is a singer who has undergone various trainings and can easily handle the opera-style parts in the middle.
Wang Xiyou and Meng Qiange chose a relatively popular song.
The four of them found the lyrics on their phones and reported the song to the production team, who then arranged everything.
Mayor Xu called over the group who had been playing chess in front of the ancestral hall. As an outstanding cadre, he naturally couldn't operate behind closed doors. He instructed them along the way, "Just choose whichever group you like and vote for that group."
"Alright, alright, old man Xu, you've been talking all the way here. My ears are tired of hearing it. The older you get, the more you nag."
Mayor Xu's eyes widened, and he glared at him, "Old Zhang, I was just worried that you'd get old and your memory wouldn't be good, so I reminded you along the way."
Come on, let's hurt each other!
He's not old at all; he's actually a month younger than Old Man Zhang!
Mayor Xu returned to the Temple of the Matchmaker, followed by five old men.
When Wang Xiyou saw that they were all elderly men with gray hair, and not a single young man, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and his eyes turned cold. What taste could old men possibly have?
"Alright, let's begin. Who wants to go first?"
The production team provided plastic stools for the elderly men so they could sit down and watch the performance.
The production team's actions won the favor of the older men.
Meng Qiange and Wang Xiyou exchanged a glance. "Let's go first."
As the music started, the two sang a modern English song.
No matter how passionately the two sang, some of the elderly men sitting in the audience had indifferent expressions and did not show any liking. Some were even uninterested. Although the voices were pleasant, they could not understand them at all, as if they were listening to gibberish. Their eyes still flickered with confusion.
After the song was finished, the old men didn't even clap; they all lowered their heads and wrote down the scores they wanted to give.
After the production team collected everything, Wang Xiyou's group stepped back, while Ji He and Xu Feiyang stepped forward.
They first bowed to the elderly men, and then waited for the music from the production team.
A sound like rippling water arose, lively and melodious. Ji He held his phone, looking at the lyrics he had found: "Seeing off guests at night by the Xunyang River..."
As Ji He sang the first part of the second verse, Xu Feiyang immediately followed, "Moving the boat closer to invite each other to meet, adding wine and relighting the lamps to reopen the banquet..." The two took turns singing.
Xu Feiyang suddenly changed his tone, and started singing in a Peking Opera style without even taking a breath.
The elderly men in the audience listened with great interest, their eyes closed, completely absorbed in the story.
They can only understand songs like this; this young man sings just as well as the local opera troupe.
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