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Chapter 50
Gan Jing was very excited and happy to really become the hero, but the reactions of other people on the other side were much more complicated.

On this trip to the capital, Li Ming had nothing else to do, but came here specifically for the movie "Mei Lanfang".

I just didn't expect such a result.

On the way to the airport, the atmosphere in the car was very silent, and Li Ming kept frowning.

"Brother, I don't think you should just give up like this?" The people in the work team didn't know the specific situation inside, and one of them was in charge of Liming's image promotion, and cautiously raised opinions on the boss who was obviously in a bad mood.

Li Ming glanced back, and said after a while: "Mei Baojiu has already spoken."

"Although it's about his father, he's just a nominal consultant in the movie." The man was a little puzzled.

Li Ming smiled sarcastically, and said, "I heard that he participated in the investment, otherwise I'm afraid he wouldn't be so happy to make this movie come out."

"Uh……"

The atmosphere in the car seemed silent.

After a while, the agent said, "How did Mei Baojiu choose it? Since he has invested, isn't he afraid that the newcomers won't be able to handle the box office?"

When it comes to the box office, Uranus superstars are obviously more attractive to the audience and have a greater advantage.

Li Ming leaned on the seat, a little tired: "That newcomer is really good. But... it's just a newcomer. Let's see."

It seems a bit nonsense to be taken down because of an audition, but Chen Kaige obviously has a tendency in his heart, and Mei Baojiu, who invested part of the investment and is the son of Master Mei, gave such a big evaluation... These are obviously more important. weights.

There was a faint irritability between Li Ming's brows and eyes.

The managers in the back team looked at each other, and they had some thoughts about this newcomer who squeezed out their own boss.

As the BOSS said, wait and see—even if he gets the role, it may not be a blessing.

……

It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Gan Jing had no worries at all, he felt a little bored after going back to the hotel to read the script and think about it for a while.

It's already the second day, and there's nothing else to do for the time being, Gan Jing thought about it, and decided to go out happily and prepare to visit the heart of China, the capital.

He grew up in Yangcheng, and his impression of the capital comes from news, media, the Internet, and other people's travel experiences.

Standing on the ground of the capital at this moment, Gan Jing felt very fresh in his heart.

The foundation of China's thousand-year civilization, the thickness of the ancient capital of the six dynasties, uh... I didn't feel it at all while standing on the road.

It is a modern society after all, Gan Jing felt that he was in the wrong place, so he found a place where he could take a taxi and headed straight to the Forbidden City.

There is a modern atmosphere here, and the Forbidden City can't escape.

Gan Jing looked longingly at the scenery outside the car. The closer he got to the destination, the more ancient sites he saw.

When he got out of the car and arrived at the Forbidden City, his yearning mood subsided a little—there was such a dark crowd in front of him!
Feeling a little pained, Gan Jing waited in line for a long time to buy a ticket.

Not all of the Forbidden City is open, only a part is provided for visitors to browse, and some of them are charged separately.

Gan Jing complained a little about this matter, and followed a tour guide leading a tour.

After all, I don’t know much about the things and history in the Forbidden City, so it’s wonderful to have a personal explanation.

Along the way, enter from the main entrance, which is also the famous Meridian Gate, pass through the square, cross the Jinshui Bridge, enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhonghe, and Baohe, pass through the Qianqing Gate, and enter the inner court...

Gan Jing gained a lot of knowledge following this tour guide group.

Just as he was feeling emotional, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Mr. Smith, yes, I think so too."

Gan Jing looked back, and not far away, there were three foreigners and a Chinese man pointing in the direction of Qianqing Palace and said, "Qingqing Palace is the place where the Qing emperor handles daily government affairs. According to legend, the young Emperor Kangxi was here to wisdom Captured Oboi."

A tall and big white man said in fluent Chinese: "Oh? That's the Qianqing Palace? Wei Xiaobao is also here?"

Gan Jing was a little surprised when he heard this. First, he didn't expect this foreigner to be so fluent in Chinese. If he hadn't looked back, he might not have recognized that he was a foreigner. Second, he was surprised that this person knew Wei Xiaobao...

The Huaxia people nodded and praised: "It's here."

The tall white man turned around and communicated with the two foreign companions in English for a while, and continued to speak in Chinese: "Yang Zhe, Chinese culture is indeed extensive and profound, but unfortunately with the acceleration of industrialization, less and less has been handed down."

He stared at the antique palace in the distance: "Britain has drama, and Shakespeare is still talked about; Italy has opera, which is a local classic."

The tall white man smiled faintly, and said to the Huaxia people beside him: "Yang Zhe, with all due respect, I only saw economy, economy, economy in China, and everything was in line with the economy. Have you already abandoned your culture? "

Yang Zhe was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Hearing this, Gan Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore, he strode back, and soon came to Gao Dabai's side, raised his head and said: "Foreigner, Huaxia still has Beijing opera."

Yang Zhe suddenly found the speaking space, and immediately stepped forward: "Who are you? How did you talk to Mr. Smith!"

Gan Jing ignored him, but heard this Mr. Smith say: "I know that China has Peking Opera."

He sighed, spread his hands and said, "But who else is going to see it? Who else is going to learn it?"

"Me." Gan Jing replied.

Smith turned his head and said a few words in English to the two partners, who immediately looked at each other and smiled.

Gan Jing didn't know what he said, and heard Smith ask: "Sir, can you name a few Peking operas? I'm not disrespectful to Huaxia, just expressing my own opinion. If you offend place, please forgive me."

The polite apology mixed with the laughter behind him did not calm Gan Jing's emotions.

He took a step back, looked at Yang Zhe who was frowning, and said loudly: ""Empty City Strategy", "The Drunken Concubine", "Qin Xianglian", "Dingjun Mountain", "The Legend of the White Snake", and "Farewell My Concubine"!"

Smith's complexion slowly changed following Gan Jing's words, and finally returned to calm.

He is over 40 years old, so he naturally knows the mentality of young people: "Young man, I am surprised that you can say this so fluently."

Gan Jing saw that people gradually came to watch, and replied calmly: "I am also very surprised at your proficiency in Chinese."

"That's because I've been in China for three years." Smith smiled, "As far as I know, it's quite remarkable to be able to tell the repertoire of Peking Opera in this way, but unfortunately, the young people in China I've seen now don't listen to it or watch it. Beijing opera is gone, let alone singing, not to mention inheritance.”

Smith was very sure, but it was a pity that he met Gan Jing.

Gan Jing shook his head, at this moment, he thought of the group of brothers who were still doing Peking Opera promotion activities in Yangcheng.

His heart, which was originally full of emotions, suddenly relaxed, and he was not in the mood to entangle with this white man. He turned and walked towards the crowd of onlookers.

Smith smiled, and was about to speak to his companion when he suddenly heard a voice from Gan Jing who was fading away.

[Qinglong Yanyue, gods and ghosts are all worried, Wen Chou was punished in front of Baimapo, and the head of old Cai Yang was beheaded in the ancient city]

[Zhangba Snake Spear is used to grabbing the throat, whipping Duyou, he is angry, fighting Wen Hou in front of Hulao Pass, roaring in front of Dangyang Bridge, drank the water from the bridge and flowed back]

The voice faded away, and faintly disappeared.

Smith froze, and said to Yang Zhe, "Is this Peking Opera?"

Without waiting for Yang Zhe to answer, Smith affirmed himself: "This is a Beijing opera. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

He shook his head again and again, and finally looked at the crowd who were equally astonished and slowly dispersed, and muttered to himself: "It sounds nice."

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