He returned to his room.
Lin Tian closed the door and prepared to open the treasure chest.
[Ding!]
[The host has opened the system treasure chest and obtained the master-level paper-cutting technique!]】
[Paper Cutting: One of the ten quintessence of Chinese culture. It is an ancient folk art of China with a long history. It was also a very popular folk art! It could give people a sense of emptiness and artistic enjoyment!】
[Decline: Although paper-cutting is a very good craft, it is also a delicate and slow work. In today's fast-paced era, it has gradually declined.】
[There are less than 10,000 real paper-cutting craftsmen in China now! This was an art that was about to be forgotten! As the country's culture, the host wants to promote this skill!】
[Mission: Take part in a large-scale variety show and use the paper-cutting technique to obtain a 50% positive rating. Moreover, cause a sensation on Weibo (at least 2 million people participated in the sensation) and start the trend of paper-cutting!】
The system's voice had just ended.
Instantly.
Lin Tian could not help but close his eyes.
In his mind, there was a large amount of experience, a large amount of art, a large amount of techniques, dazzling!
It was as if bullet comments were floating in his mind.
At this moment, he had become a master of paper-cutting.
A memory surged into his mind.
When he was five years old, he became an apprentice. When he was eight years old, he officially went to perform with his master and was loved by the people.
At that time, paper-cutting was still very popular.
Time passed.
He was twenty years old, and paper-cutting had taken root in the hearts of the public. Everyone loved his performance.
He had also gained a certain reputation because of his paper-cutting skills and had a happy family.
Children also love paper-cutting.
The performances in the city and the Spring Festival Gala all invited him to perform on stage.
That was the most beautiful moment.
However, the good times did not last long.
With the increase in entertainment activities and the advancement of technology, this traditional skill was slowly declining and disappearing.
The status of paper-cutting was also in danger!
At the age of 40, no one would look at the art of paper-cutting anymore. The people he used to like were now old. No matter how much he liked them, he didn't have the strength to do so. The child advised him to give up!
His family advised him to give up!
But he did not!
Slowly, slowly, as he aged, the art of paper-cutting was removed from everyone's minds.
Sorrow, unwillingness, sadness, anger, helplessness.
Countless emotions intertwined, but there was nothing they could do!
At the age of eighty, he sat on his bed in depression.
This was the traditional skill that he had practiced for his entire life!
This was a treasure passed down from the ancestors!
This was a culture that had been passed down for thousands of years!
However, today, it was replaced by countless foreign cultures.
Young people nowadays would rather like foreign culture than look back at their own national essence!!!!
With regret and anger, this legendary paper-cutting master passed away.
At this point, the memory ended!
Seeing this, Lin Tian's chest felt stuffy, as if there was a ball of burning anger. He could not help but clench his fists.
Paper cutting! Paper cutting!
He couldn't criticize anything.
However, he just wanted to use this opportunity to bring paper-cutting to the forefront and bring it to everyone's attention again!
Once again, it awakened the memories in everyone's hearts!
He wanted to let everyone know that their national essence was not inferior to any foreign culture!!!
Taking a few deep breaths, Lin Tian calmed down.
At this moment.
A phone call came in!
It was an unfamiliar call.
"Hello?"
Lin Tian picked up the phone.
"Hello, is this Mr. Lin?”
"You are?"
"I'm a member of the China National Style Project Team! My name is Xia Ning!"
"National Style Planning Team?"
Lin Tian was stunned. He had never known that there was such an organization in Xia country?
Strange, why would such an organization call him?
After chatting for a while.
Lin Tian understood.
This parallel world was different from his previous life. There was an organization called the National Style Plan.
Many traditional craftsmen were gathered inside!
There were also some masters of national essence!
The goal was simple. It was to revive the national essence. Not only that, but they also wanted to bring the national essence into the foreign world!
This organization had been established for more than ten years!
The effect was still there, but it was not that obvious.
The reason why they called Lin Tian was very simple.
They listened to Lin Tian's guzheng and felt that it was not bad. Because of him, many people started to learn the guzheng and opera tune!
Therefore, they wanted to invite Lin Tian in!
Moreover, on the other hand, Lin Tian had also heard some details!
This organization was established by the Chinese Literature Department!
In other words.
This was the national team!
It meant that…if one could join them, they would have more prospects, more benefits, and more green lights.
"Mother Yang is also in a cooperative relationship with us. If you perform well, you can go on Mother Yang's Spring Festival Gala this year!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Lin Tian was tempted.
Mother Yang's reputation in Xia country was known throughout the country. At that time, whether it was his reputation or his net worth, it would rise!
The most important thing was!
His own treatment.
The national team!
Just these three words alone sounded different. Even A-list celebrities, A-list celebrities, or top celebrities couldn't compare.
For example, how could a host of a variety show be the same as a host of a mother-in-law?
One was a phoenix, and the other was a black chicken!
One was a foundation and a facade, while the other was just a tool to make the audience laugh.
There was no comparison.
"If you join, in order to promote traditional Chinese culture, the higher-ups can even give you the green light. If you want to participate in any variety show, we can also arrange it!”
With that said, Lin Tian, who was already tempted, decided without hesitation!
"I'm willing to join the group of the chaos-generation!
What did he need now? Wasn't it just a platform?
If he could use the help of the National Style Plan to promote his skills and culture, it would be like adding wings to a tiger and save him a lot of trouble.
Of course, he was very surprised that the National Style Plan would actually take a fancy to him.
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P.S. I'm really begging for flowers!!!!!! The data was really not good.
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