The song that Yang Hao was going to sing this time required a set of ancient scholar's clothes, which was easy to find. Not only did he prepare a folding fan and a wine gourd, but he also bought a Tang sword.
It was also a work of art, but it was of a higher grade than the Overlord Spear. It cost him more than 8,000.
It was forged with modern alloys and was not inferior to a real Tang sword from ancient times.
Other than not having a blade, it was no different from a real battlefield killing weapon.
At that time, he would have a Tang sword hanging at his waist and a folding fan in his hand.
He wanted to change the world bit by bit and slowly change people's impression of China.
The scholar was too weak with only a folding fan. The true scholars of the Han and Tang Dynasties were all skilled in both martial arts and literature.
Only the scholars of the Song and Ming Dynasties were so weak. This was also one of the manifestations of the decline of the military equipment of the two dynasties.
Other than the scholar costume, he also needed a set of costume, which was very difficult to obtain.
He had to borrow it from the academy. He had also borrowed the armor from the academy last time.
It took him a whole week to find a teacher in the academy to write two songs.
The way the teachers looked at him had completely changed. It was no longer the way they looked at their students, but a look of worship. This made him very uncomfortable.
There wasn't much time left, but they encountered a troublesome matter.
The academy's costumes were not good enough. They were not outstanding enough.
He found Principal Fang, who nodded after listening and said,""Peking opera is something that you learn the basics of in the academy, so the costumes and props are naturally more simple. If he wanted to get the real costume, he would have to go to the big theaters with legacies. Not only did they have to practice from a young age, but everything there was also the best.”
"Director, can you think of a way? You know that I basically don't know anyone.”
"Alright, come with me. I do know a master.”
The two of them drove to the National Peking Theater in the Xicheng District of Beijing. As the director of the National Peking Theater, Dean Fang was also a famous figure. It was easy to find someone.
Soon, the two of them saw a spirited old man in an antique theater.
The old man was a little skinny, but he was in good spirits and had a clean and neat energy.
When they saw Dean Fang, the two of them started chatting very familiarly. It seemed that the two of them were also familiar with each other.
Finally, when he asked about serious matters, Dean Fang pulled Yang Hao over.
"This is Yang Hao. He's here to borrow something.”
"Yang Hao? The Huaxia style Yang Hao?"
"Hello, Elder Mu. I am Yang Hao.”The old man's surname was Mu. He had heard the conversation between the two of them.
"Good, not bad. Although you are a singer and I am an opera singer, we are both promoting Chinese culture. We are the same kind of people. I'll help you with anything."
"Thank you, Elder Mu. I need a set of clothes for a famous actress. It's best if you can lend me someone to do my makeup.”
"Alright, no problem. Take a seat first, I'll call someone."
Elder Mu took out his phone. It was the latest model. It seemed that although Elder Mu was a Beijing opera singer, his thinking was not conservative at all.
After the call, Elder Mu and Yang Hao started discussing Beijing opera and singing.
He had also heard that Yang Hao was going to sing a Chinese opera style this time, so he was very interested.
About 20 minutes later, a tall and slender young girl with no makeup on walked in.
Her face was very three-dimensional, with some characteristics of a mixed-race girl.
After the girl entered, she smiled without saying a word and walked briskly towards Elder Mu and Dean Fang.
Elder Mu and Dean Fang did not stand up. Yang Hao could not. He did not have the seniority. He quickly stood up and nodded as a greeting.
The girl nodded at him in return and then greeted the two elders.
"Hello, Grandpa Fang. I haven't seen you in a while.”
"Good, good, good. Haha, Little Mu has grown up and is becoming more and more beautiful.”
"Hehe, thank you for your praise, Grandpa Fang. Grandpa, what's so important that you called me back in such a hurry?”
"Good thing, this is Yang Hao. What he did this time will definitely bring about a wave of Peking opera craze. It's a great thing for the development of our Peking opera.”
"Yang Hao?" The girl raised her head and carefully sized up Yang Hao, making him feel very embarrassed.
A beautiful woman could exert pressure on a man. Yang Hao was no exception, especially when this girl was too beautiful.
Her skin was smooth and shiny, and her facial features were round and a little three-dimensional. It was simply a combination of the advantages of both China and the West.
"I know you! He was a great genius who could do whatever he wanted just because he was talented. Your point of view is reasonable. However, aren't you too prejudiced against women?”
"I'm sorry, Miss Mu. I don't discriminate against women, but I can't stand the behavior of some women.”
When it came to his own point of view, he had to stand his ground regardless of whether it was a beautiful woman or not.
"I'm sorry, but I think everyone has their own love and freedom. I like opera, but can't I like Hollywood movies?”
Miss Mu obviously did not agree with Yang Hao's point of view.
Heh, it seemed that this woman had quite a lot of ideas. However, she had yet to fully understand her point of view. Moreover, she could not be a coward.
"Everyone is free to choose their interests and hobbies. However, their actions were discrediting the country and the people. The social ethos they brought along would corrupt the next generation. In addition, I don't think they really know what true love is. They're just following the crowd under the influence of bad social ethos. They thought they were fashionable, but in fact, they had been brainwashed by the hypocrisy and vanity of the West.”
"Heh, brainwashed by the West. My grandmother was English, and my grandfather was Chinese. I'm also a Chinese, but from a neutral standpoint, I've never felt that the West is brainwashing China.”
The more the two argued, the more intense they became.
The two old men sat down and drank their tea without any intention of stopping them.
"Is that so? Did you go abroad?" Yang Hao asked.
"Of course, I've definitely gone abroad more times than you.”
"Then, may I ask how the media in Europe and the United States reports about China? Have they ever reported about China with an objective and fair attitude?”
" This…" Miss Mu was at a loss for words."I admit that their reports are biased, but what does this have to do with your brainwashing?”
"What does it matter? They maliciously distorted, exaggerated, and even spread rumors, forcing all the negative things on China and making their people think that China was evil. Tell me, where is the justice? If this wasn't brainwashing, what was it? China had been demonized by western society for a long time.”
"Also, they use movies, television, and all other cultural and material things to embellish themselves, making the ignorant people of China think that everything about them is beautiful. Is this also brainwashing?"
Miss Mu wanted to retort, but she had no words to say.
" I don't discriminate against women," Yang Hao continued." I'm not targeting anyone. I just don't like this kind of phenomenon." Someone throws trash into our house every day, and I'm not allowed to scold those idiots who treat trash as treasure?”
"Why are you cursing?”
"Heh, Miss Mu, calling them idiots is already my mercy.”
Elder Mu coughed twice and interrupted their confrontation.
"Alright, young man, let's chat when we have time. Let's talk about business."
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