After hanging up Lin Weiqi's call, Yuan Yi plopped down on the sofa.
He never expected that Li Gang, who looked so big and burly, would do this to him behind his back.
As soon as he received the notice to return to China, he immediately called Lin Weiqi to register for him.
Originally, there were two songs, one solo and one duet!
Now, he's even eagerly sending me a song.
It's already been reported, and there's no way to change it now.
Yuan Yi lay down on the sofa as if resigned to his fate.
Are you satisfied?
Yuan Yi spoke to the system, Gou Dan'er, in his mind.
"Master, life is all about taking risks!"
"If you keep doing all this, you might just live to be a hundred!"
Yuan Yi rolled his eyes after hearing what the system said.
Are you sure what you're doing won't kill me before I die young?
"Waaaaah~~~"
"That's possible, but please rest assured, I will definitely protect your life."
"Haven't we already rewarded ancient martial arts? You'll be able to take on ten or a hundred at once, it won't be a dream!!"
Yuan Yi waved his hand to dispel Gou Dan'er's incessant muttering in his mind.
With only a few days left until the gala, Yuan Yi, along with members of the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe and the Symphony Orchestra, have been rehearsing together in Studio One.
The performance of the chorus of "The Song of the Chinese People's Volunteers" has just ended.
Shao Hua left and stepped off the stage with Yuan Yi.
"Tsk tsk tsk, tell me how popular you are now."
"You can perform three acts on a stage that others can't even dream of!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me envious!!"
Yuan Yi rolled his eyes after hearing that.
"You're envious of me, so you can have me, okay?!"
"No way!"
Shaohua quickly refused.
"You should enjoy this good thing yourself. I'm too old for this kind of trouble!"
"But you know, ever since we met you, our symphony orchestra's workload has increased dramatically!"
"Just the accompaniment for you at this gala will take two performances!"
"You should pay us overtime!"
"In this way, I have an opportunity to go down in history."
"Furthermore, I can guarantee that after you follow me in doing this, when you die, you will be enshrined in the first position in your family's ancestral hall."
"Your descendants will revere you and enjoy absolutely top-notch treatment."
"???"
After Yuan Yi said this, not only Shao Hua was stunned.
Even the other members of the symphony orchestra who were with them, as well as several teachers from the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe, were stunned.
"What opportunity?" Shaohua asked cautiously.
For Chinese people, leaving a mark on history, receiving family veneration, having a separate genealogy, and making outstanding achievements are always unavoidable topics.
While alive, one hopes to be respected and valued; even in death, one does not wish to be forgotten.
Yuan Yi looked around and, after confirming that everyone present was someone he knew, he spoke.
"Let's go on our year-end Asian tour starting at the end of November and pull off a heist on Japanese soil!!"
"This achievement is definitely enough to go down in history, isn't it?"
"You're going to blow up the Japanese island!"
Shao Hua was so shocked that he said this.
"???" Yuan Yi looked at Shao Hua with a black line on his face.
"What do you mean I'm going to blow up the Japanese island?!"
"I wish I had that ability."
"Go ahead and plant a bomb!"
Shao Hua nodded seriously: "That's true, you can't make mushroom bombs either."
"Then what the hell are you talking about!"
"Besides sinking the Japanese's Sakura Island, what else can I do to be remembered in history? To have my name listed separately in the family genealogy and be revered by future generations?"
"Yeah, just say what you want to say, stop being so mysterious!"
Oh dear, you're driving me crazy!
"Hurry up and tell us! We're all waiting to hear it!!"
Seeing that everyone's appetite had been whetted, Yuan Yi turned around and spoke to them.
"I have a few songs and symphony pieces here. When the delegation goes to the Japanese, we can play a few for them."
"It is absolutely no less powerful than 'Swords Slashing at the Heads of the Japanese Devils'!"
"Also, if we get the chance, let's think of a way to burn down that toilet where they enshrine war criminals!"
"You say we've done these two things, shouldn't we be remembered in history?"
"Tch, boring!"
"ill!"
"Are you afraid of living too long?"
"You do it yourself!"
We're not going to take the blame for this!
Yuan Yi watched as everyone left him one by one.
Then he looked at Lin Weiqi.
"Director Lin, isn't my idea good?"
"Shouldn't everyone show enthusiasm, resonate with each other, and roar out their patriotic fervor?"
"Shouting, 'Let's go! Let's go burn it together!'"
Lin Weiqi rolled his eyes, then pointed to a spot to the side with his chin.
Yuan Yi looked up.
"/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~."
It turned out to be the Minister of the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China standing there.
He was accompanied by leaders from the State Administration of Culture and Radio.
They were looking at Yuan Yi with a strange expression.
“( ╯□╰ ).”
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Yuan Yi dragged Lin Weiqi and ran towards the passage.
He never expected that his boast would lead him to run into several leaders.
Is this something that can be discussed openly and honestly?
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