Chapter 310 Actors are all low class
Gao Quan was in excruciating pain, his body curled up into a ball, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He glared at the boy in front of him angrily, "After all, what does all this have to do with you?"
His eyes fell on Huo Ning again at that moment, "What does this have to do with you, a charlatan!"
Huo Ning didn't say anything, but just looked at him from top to bottom with a cold and contemptuous look.
The boy didn't bother to explain to Gao Quan, who loved to be someone's grandson, why he was so angry.
Huo Ning cast his eyes on Director Liu and the others, "You all encountered an unexpected disaster at the beginning, but there are reasons for this."
When the young man heard this, a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his face, "This... this is a misunderstanding..."
As the words fell, the boy's memory was gradually pulled back to that war-torn era.
The Sakura people broke in and quickly occupied Jiangcheng. Countless people died under their guns.
At that time, in Jiangcheng, corpses were everywhere and bones piled up like mountains.
Under the boots of every Sakura Country soldier are the innocent souls of the Chinese people.
The soldiers of Sakura Country occupied the schools in Jiangcheng, forcing the students to learn Japanese and prohibiting the teachers in the schools from teaching Chinese.
Those who refused to surrender despite their own death became dead souls who added a bloody stain to Jiangcheng.
At that time, everyone learned those things with tears in their eyes and humiliation in their hearts.
It's not that everyone is afraid of death.
But most people understand the truth that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.
You can die, but you can’t be used as a warning to others.
Everyone is holding on to almost slim hope, working on those sparks that are ignored by others.
Pei Qingsong, the seventeen-year-old boy, was an inconspicuous apprentice in the opera troupe at that time.
When the Japanese pirates broke into the opera troupe, Pei Qingsong thought they were here to kill people again.
They have killed so many Chinese this month.
The leading colonel mumbled something in an indecipherable way.
The traitor Li Ergou, who was following him with a bow and nod, actually performed his duty as an interpreter conscientiously.
"The Madam said that she wants you to stage a play."
Everyone glared angrily at these Japanese pirates and their running dogs.
"You're dreaming!"
Their troupe only performs for Chinese people.
They are actors, the lowest class in the eyes of the public, and everyone thinks they are not worthy of being on stage.
But even the lowest class deeply loves the land under their feet.
Li Ergou glared at them, turned around and smiled at the colonel, and replied in unstandard Japanese: "Taijun, they said they can, but it will take some time."
The colonel nodded and muttered something in bird language that no one could understand.
Li Ergou straightened his back and said to the people in the troupe: "The Queen said that as long as you can do what the Queen said, not only will you not die, but you will also be guaranteed a life of wealth and glory."
He walked up to the old boss and patted him on the shoulder. "We Chinese have an old saying, 'He who knows current affairs is a hero. Old boss, you are old enough to not care about your life anymore.'"
"But these disciples behind you are still young."
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your disciples. They are half your sons, right? Don't be ignorant of their respect."
The old boss' eyes were bloodshot, and his ten fingers were tightly pinching his palms. He was unaware that blood was slowly seeping out from between his fingers.
A group of people led by Pei Qingsong were choking with sobs. They were being held by the Japanese pirates, but their eyes showed a fearlessness of death.
"Master, leave us alone. Their request cannot be granted!"
The old boss remained silent.
On one side is his backbone, and on the other side are his disciples whom he treats as his own children.
The old boss knows very well that once the spine bends, it will be difficult to straighten it up again.
But the old master never had a son in his life. How could he watch his disciples die because of his decision?
Li Ergou saw the old boss's struggle, but smiled instead.
He looked at the group of young people.
Newborn oxen and calves are not afraid of tigers. They all face death with dignity and character.
But what is the use of this so-called integrity and character?
Can such integrity and character drive the Japanese pirates out of China?
He has met many people who are not afraid of death, but what happened in the end?
I don’t know how high the grass is on the graves of these people.
Between dying standing and living on his knees, Li Ergou chose to abandon his own dignity, even though he would be despised by everyone.
But he didn't know that in this world, there are many people who are fighting to the end for an almost invisible hope.
Drive the enemy out of your country.
"You may not be afraid of death, but where are your parents? Where are your brothers and sisters at home?"
"You want to let them be buried with you for your two knee bones?"
One sentence silenced everyone.
If everyone were alone, they would naturally fight these dogs without caring about anything else.
But everyone has weaknesses.
Family is their biggest weakness.
"I'm just asking you to put on a show, not to kill your own parents. Do you really have to act like your parents are dead?"
No one responded to his words.
Li Ergou spoke something in his not very standard Japanese and everyone agreed.
But it’s not something you can learn to sing in a short time. You need to practice more and only after you’ve mastered it can you perform on stage.
The colonel listened and smiled contemptuously.
There are quite a lot of stubborn people among those students and teachers.
But when facing a group of low-class people, there is no need to waste words.
Aren't these just a bunch of gristle?
The colonel left with his army of Japanese pirates. Before leaving, he gave the troupe a deadline of three days, asking them to perform the play they had requested on stage within three days.
Pei Qingsong's eyes turned red as he looked at the old troupe leader, "Master, are we really going to perform for these Japanese pirates?"
The old boss was silent for a long time.
He always kept his back straight, but this time, he hunched over, which was rare.
He slapped himself hard in the face.
He slapped her with great force, without holding back even a bit.
"Master!"
All the members of the troupe, including Pei Qingsong, looked at him with red eyes.
They all understand the master's painstaking efforts.
But--
But what?
Just as they couldn't bear to bring trouble to their parents, the master was unwilling to let them die.
But asking them to put aside their dignity and use all they had learned to please the Japanese pirates was too humiliating!
However, Pei Qingsong and others soon found out that even more humiliating things were yet to come.
The Japanese pirates sent clothing from the Land of Sakura.
The group of people were asked to perform a play, but it turned out to be a play where they had to wear Wu costumes from the Land of Sakura on stage and burn all Chinese clothing, including the costumes!