Yang Yi's side suddenly looked at each other, and even Director Chen had a look of surprise and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Jing's mother was naturally very embarrassed about this result. She glanced at her master and couldn't help but speak to smooth things out: "Teacher, we, Director Yang, are already very sincere. Besides, he has to listen to you all the things he wants you to sing. I used to be a female actress, so I didn't think there was any big rebellious thing to change like this? At most, it's time to come, which is enough to make money for Xiaoke?"

"You need to say nothing about Hongmei, I know it in my mind. This song is actually good. Although it lacks a little old flavor, it can eventually be related to the ancient music passed down by our ancestors. And if I hear this song of "Nan Ke Ji" correctly, there should be something, the taste of the national singing style? But I tell you that some things can only be persisted. If you give in the first time, then there will be a second time! With the second time, there will be countless times later, so you don't have to persuade me."

Upon hearing this, the boy was speechless, but then he also had some admiration. After all, in this era when money is beginning to show its power and material desires are about to flow, there are not many people who can still maintain their inner persistence. The old man happened to be one of the few people. What Yang Yishu could do was just to pay respect.

Director Chen from the Cultural Bureau coughed twice, then looked at Yang Yi, his meaning was very clear - otherwise I would come forward and talk about it in the name of the Cultural Bureau?

After understanding the other party's meaning, the boy was shocked, but then he calmly rushed to the other party and said it. Because he couldn't directly reject Director Chen's proposal, he could only take a roundabout way: "Since that's the case, Mr. Chang has repeatedly insisted on his opinion, and we, Yangyi Culture, can only say that it is a pity. I hope there will be another opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"You can look for other opera troupes. Although there are fewer people who continue to sing Kunqu operas now, there are still some. There is a Liu family class across the lake. Although it is not as famous as us, if they don't need the original water grinding cavity, I guess they can make do with it." The old man saw that Yang Yi was clean and free and easy, and did not continue to pester him, and felt a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he took the initiative to introduce Yang Yi.

"It's no point to invite others. I've done some research and found that your Chang family class is the best kung fu and the most famous now, so I came here to invite him." Yang Yi was very regretful, but he did not mean to continue to persuade the other party.

"Haha, look at you. While saying that our Kung Fu is the best and most famous, we also want to change our singing style. If we change our singing style, who knows that our Kung Fu is the best? Isn't this all nonsense after talking for a long time?" The old man laughed and couldn't help but joke.

Yang Yi was slightly embarrassed and nodded with a dry smile: "This is...ah, it's not right. Let others sing? No singing style or skill? Yes, why didn't I expect it?"

Just when everyone was looking at him and didn't know what crazy he was doing. The boy suddenly slapped his thigh: "Old Chang, you don't want to come out of the mountain. That's fine, I won't force you. But if I want to ask you to help teach a few apprentices, do you think it's okay? It doesn't take much advanced skills, just the most basic thing you can go on stage to hum a few words and put on the posture of Kunqu Opera."

"That's not OK, no, no! I know what you mean. I want to find a few people to pretend to be a troupe to perform? But if I teach them, what is the difference between me and I go on stage? And you say that there is only half a year to get what can I get in half a year? Not to mention the water grinding cavity, even if I swing the water sleeves, I can't shake it clean. Isn't this ruining my reputation?" The old man shook his head suddenly, not agreeing to Yang Yi's proposal, and he was also a little swaying with a beard and staring.

"It's not that I really learn something, it's just a gimmick. At most, how about being a registered disciple?" Yang Yi tried his best to encourage his slutty tongue, regardless of the old man's already bad looks: "And I want to find students who learn from you, not Chinese, they are just foreigners. Even if foreigners can't learn well, it's not embarrassing, right? And I can also promote it well. Your kung fu is too good and the team is too high. Even foreigners are willing to learn from you."

"Foreigner?" The old man was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party to say so.

The event planner of Yangyi Culture and Animation Department behind couldn't help but look at his colleagues, his eyes full of puzzles of "what is the boss's idea?" The assistant to the president's office who was asked by him directly spread his hands and thought to myself, asking me what the use of this question is. Mr. Yang's thinking is not clear about your full-time event planner, can I still figure it out?

"Is it possible that you are planning to let foreigners go on stage to perform our ancestors' things? The golden-retriever glass balls and eyeballs are not scary after putting on makeup? They look like big horse monkeys. No, it's just a mess!" The old man dared to wave his hand, thinking that this kid looked quite reliable before, but why did he become less serious when he talked about it?

"It's not the kind of golden-retrievered horse monkey with blue glass beads." Yang Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter, thinking that he didn't see it. The old man was still an angry young man. People generally said he was a foreign friend, but he said he was a foreigner who was not very particular. As a result, Mr. Chang was fine and directly summarized it with the big horse monkey: "He is an islander, very similar to our Chinese, but he is also a foreigner, right?"

"Ghost? That's even worse. Nothing to say, hurry up and let me go, don't talk anymore." The old man's face changed suddenly, and he was ready to turn against others.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Wang Jing's mother quickly stood up and explained: "The teacher's father was... when he was not liberated before, what..."

Yang Yi knew that Kunshan was between Shanghai and Ningxia, and was also a severely affected area by the Japanese invaders. Therefore, it is reasonable for the older generation here to see that the islanders are not dealing with. Although he could understand this situation, he still disagrees with the practice of hating or defeating everything because it is an island country, even if the main theme between the two countries has always been hostile to each other. But there are always some people who are willing to see the existence of friendly people from both countries.

What's more, even the boy himself is not interested in the so-called friendship between China Island. But for the other party's huge and mature animation consumer market, he also wants to persuade Chang Hongqu to help him and come forward to be the teacher.

"Old Chang, I'll just explain it to you directly. Although the thing I want to do now is for myself, it can finally make money from the island country. Make money from the island people and create foreign exchange and taxes for our country. Do you know that this book is actually adapted from an animation work of our company. You should know that the anime is clearly seen by a teenager and 20-year-old child. It is a bit more mature than the previous cartoons and the audience is more wider than the audience..."

"Don't just say anything sweet, I won't help you."

Yang Yi seemed to have seen the determination of the old man and continued to explain: "And the islanders do the best in this kind of animation, so now almost 95% of the works in our domestic market are their things. Do you know that these inconspicuous little people's books can bring to those animation companies in the island country every year? How much money can be made from the pockets of teenagers in our country?"

Although Chang Hongqu did not answer, after listening to Yang Yi's question, he sat down again, with an expression on his face.

"One hundred million. This is just the current statistics. If their products fully capture our domestic market, this number will increase several times. Mr. Chang, you are unwilling to have any disputes with the island people. Well, I understand. But soon, those island companies may earn hundreds of millions of yuan from the teenagers of our country because of your uncooperation this time, and this number is the same every year."

"What are the one hundred million or hundreds of millions? Are these all the things you say?" The old man snorted, obviously not convinced Yang Yi's words.

"Chief Master Chang, it's wrong for you to say this. If you know the domestic animation market very well, then you can refute Mr. Yang's words, but if you don't know much, I think you should still believe him." Director Chen, who was standing by, played soy sauce for a long time. Now, seeing that he could come in handy, he immediately interjected: "Our Ministry of Culture has statistics on this aspect. Here I guarantee you that all the data that Mr. Yang said is true and not mixed with any moisture."

Chang Hongqu still had to take care of the official position and attitude. He heard the words for a long time and didn't say anything. Obviously, he couldn't directly refute it. After thinking about it, he asked back: "What does this have to do with me teaching the Japanese to sing opera?"

"It has a lot to do, because in half a year, Mr. Yang will hold a large-scale animation event, and the headmaster often thinks it is an event like a party. At this event, in addition to exhibiting some very conventional animation products, Yangyi Culture is the only one to organize some industry activities. These activities are indispensable at the party, and it is not enough without the atmosphere of the event. Using Kunqu Opera to sing their company's animation works is the best way to attract attention, and here I will make a decision to give you a clear idea. In addition to your Kunqu Opera, Mr. Yang's goals are also Jinling Yunjin, Longquan celadon, seal carving, paper cutting, clay sculpture, and Haining shadow puppetry... Many contents are included in it. Only in this way can the event be enriched and the purpose of letting young people come into contact with traditional culture."

"There are those things?" The old man was stunned, then squinted his eyes in disbelief and said, "We performed on stage, such as Jinling Yunjin, Longquan celadon, paper-cutting, clay sculpture, etc., what can they do?"

"This is the company's business secret. Only when you agree to accept our invitation first can I disclose the specific event content." Yang Yi smiled slightly and also kept the other party in a silence.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. I'm not a little bit too much." Chang Hongqu snorted twice: "But if you hold this party, can you resist the Japanese products from us buy them in our country?"
Chapter completed!