Watching the official's back as he left.
Many members of the Hu family clenched their fists.
Everyone knows that opera is in decline, but no one has ever said this in front of them.
"If I had known the owner of this place would be like this, I wouldn't have come even if they had given me ten times the appearance fee."
"It's really infuriating. Peking opera is declining, and now he's the one to criticize it. After all, Peking opera is the quintessence of our nation."
"The finale was changed to the main event, turning our "Farewell My Concubine" into a farewell show. When have we ever been insulted like this?"
"Think about it, our Hu Family Troupe is a well-known opera troupe in Beijing, and yet we are treated like this."
Everyone in the Hu family was indignant.
The officials here are really looking down on others.
Ying Er's agent, who was standing by, couldn't help but shook his head when he heard their voices.
I don't quite understand what these people are thinking. After all, they will be eliminated. What's the point of persisting?
“The big axis is actually pretty good.”
At this time, Hu Wenchang smiled and said to everyone, "Everyone, please perform well. There will be people who will appreciate it."
That being said.
But everyone felt mixed emotions.
Peking Opera is no longer about performing well and people will watch it.
Young people don’t like it, and the elderly who like it are leaving the stage of history one after another. The future of Peking Opera has a bumpy road ahead.
I'm afraid it's really going to be gone.
"Farewell My Concubine, right?"
A few minutes later, a young man in a suit and tie came over with a program in his hand. He glanced at the Hu family troupe standing behind the scenes and said, "It's your turn to go on stage soon."
The music on the stage has stopped.
Ying Er came out, and her agent hurried over to support her, with a smile on his face, "Ying Er, you must have worked hard!"
“A little bit!”
"Go back and rest for a while."
"I want to rebook my flight."
"Okay, okay, okay."
…
Watched them leave.
Hu Wenchang and the Hu family troupe followed on stage.
Standing on the stage.
Hu Yibao looked down at the audience, and saw that thirty or fifty tables were full of people.
“There are quite a lot of people this time.”
Someone from the Hu family whispered, with a hint of joy in their voice.
It has been a long time since they performed in front of so many people.
However, when the guests saw that it was a Peking Opera performance, the interest on their faces instantly disappeared, and was replaced by unconcealable disappointment.
"I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be Peking Opera."
"What?! In this day and age, there are still Peking Opera performances."
"Hey, let's go!"
"That Ying Er just now was really beautiful."
"It's not your turn to be pretty, hahaha! The Shangguan family's performance this time is quite good, but the Peking opera is a bit disappointing. If it were a skit or crosstalk, it would be better."
"Brothers, let's go! I got five tickets for Hu Yibao's concert yesterday. Let's go see it tonight."
"Fuck, the concert is much better than Peking Opera."
The guests made no effort to hide their disdain for Peking Opera, and many of them had already stood up and prepared to leave.
"Get ready to start!"
Hu Wenchang whispered to the Hu family members.
Everyone nodded.
Although there was disappointment in their eyes, this was a common occurrence and they had encountered it many times in recent years.
They appeared and the show began.
Once the opera begins, they will finish singing even if there is no one in the audience.
This is the rule set by our ancestors.
Just about to begin.
"Hey! Peking Opera singers, all of you, please break up!"
I don't know who it was, but someone suddenly shouted.
"Ha ha!!"
The whole room burst into laughter immediately.
Then someone started to make a fuss.
"Everyone has withdrawn. Even if you sing, no one will watch."
"Yeah, yeah! Go home! Change your profession, maybe you'll find something better."
"Hahaha!!"
The laughter from the audience made tears well up in the eyes of several young people from the Hu family. The grievances they had suffered over the years suddenly came to their mind.
They had heard a lot of disdainful discussions about Peking Opera, but no one had ever made such a fuss and ridicule.
“Master…”
The youngest member of the Hu family troupe, Zhang Jialuo, who was sixteen years old, looked at Hu Wenchang and tears came to his eyes.
It is his dream to perform on stage.
At this time, his dreams were being ruthlessly and wantonly trampled under the feet of these people and were constantly ravaged.
For a moment, his heart was filled with helplessness.
"Child..." Hu Wenchang reached out and touched Zhang Jialuo's head. He didn't expect that these people would be so excessive this time.
Just as he was about to comfort him, Hu Wenchang saw Hu Yibao step forward and stand in front of him.
The people in the audience saw a man in Peking Opera costume standing up, thinking that the Peking Opera performance was about to begin, and they couldn't help but quicken their pace.
"Ah! It's begun, it's begun!"
"Let's go! Let them sing their own songs."
"It's really not easy for Peking Opera to survive until now, hahahaha!"
"So strong! But what's the use of being strong? You will be eliminated by the times anyway."
Hu Wenchang knew that the opening of Farewell My Concubine was not like that of Hu Yibao.
Just when he was wondering what his grandson was going to do, a clear singing voice suddenly rang out on the stage.
"The sleeves rise and fall as the play begins"
"Singing about joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, it has nothing to do with me"
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