Carl saw that the situation was about to get out of control and quickly went forward to stop him." Old Zhao, calm down. Save this anger for the concert. When the time comes, we'll let them see our strength.”
The leading foreigner sneered disdainfully." Strength? Itsfunny! Don't be ridiculous, okay? What kind of strength do you have?"
Carl was slightly angry." Whether you have the ability or not, we'll see in the competition! What you should do now is to give up the venue!”
The foreigners burst into laughter.
In their eyes, the classical instruments passed down from China were simply too weak to withstand a single blow. The young people nowadays liked to follow the trend and follow the fashion. Who would touch those old antiques?
At this moment, the door was pushed open and a middle-aged man walked in.
"Mr. Zhang?" Carl and the others immediately went up to him.
The person who came was the program team's planner, Zhang Qinghong.
"What happened? I heard you guys quarreling outside the door.”
"Mr. Zhang, you came at the right time."
The master pointed at the group of foreigners, but in the face of the planner, he still forced a smile helplessly." We agreed on it before. We have four hours of time, and we'll split it evenly between each side for two hours. We also need to train, right? However, the people from the Western musical instruments always take up more of our time.”
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He could not hold it in any longer.
Zhang Qinghong was silent for a few seconds." Old Zhao, I can understand how you feel, but let's practice the western instruments first."”
He also knew that the appeal of folk music was not as strong as before. Although this competition was a confrontation between two instruments, everyone wanted to see western instruments.
As the producer, he naturally wanted to respond to the audience's preferences. That way, it would be more popular.
Moreover, he really couldn't imagine what the song, Wild Bee Dance, would look like if it was played in folk music.
"Mr. Zhang, isn't this inappropriate?”Carl was furious.
Jiang Weiwen and the others were also anxious. They didn't expect Zhang Qinghong to side with outsiders. The Xia people actually didn't speak up for their own people?!
The foreigners burst into laughter. However, in front of the planner, no one said anything unpleasant. Their laughter was already the greatest mockery.
Jiang Weiwen let out a sigh of relief. Was folk music really going to decline? Folk music that had been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years was destined to die in the hands of western instruments?
Yang Mi was also angry. This was too outrageous!
She was about to ask for justice.
Yang Chen, who had not spoken at all, suddenly spoke indifferently.
"Some people can't stand up after kneeling for a long time.”
……
The entire hall fell silent in an instant. Everyone's eyes were stunned and their hearts trembled.
The words just now, was it Yang Chen who said it? They could not believe their ears.
Yang Mi looked at her cousin blankly. She didn't expect him to say such words, but it really vented her anger!
She suddenly felt inexplicably happy. She grinned and said,"How about this? I'll book another venue and everyone will train together. There's no need to be angry because of these people! However, I've recorded everything that happened today with my phone. I'll definitely post it online!”
"Little Chen, let's go."
Carl and the others looked back and immediately followed. They felt very aggrieved and sad!
During the Great Tang, all countries worshipped the emperor, and folk music was the only thing that stood out. Now, it had fallen to such a state. It was lamentable!
Very quickly.
Yang Mi asked someone to find a large auditorium.
This was the place where his friend rehearsed his play.
Now it was empty.
He could use it to rehearse folk music!
It was spacious and quiet. No one would disturb them.
Carl felt ashamed.
"Miss Yang, this time, we originally asked young friend Yang Chen to help us, and now we have to let you spend money.”
Yang Mi smiled." This bit of money is nothing to me. You guys can rest assured and practice. I'm also doing this so that my brother can have a good training environment."”
"Let's cut the crap and start training!”
Jiang Weiwen personally found a new suona for Yang Chen to practice.
At this moment.
"Young friend Yang Chen."
Carl leaned over with a smile." I have a request, but I don't know if I should say it.”
Seeing that her brother didn't speak, Yang Mi spoke up for him." Minister Liu, just say what you want.”
"It's like this. We've all seen your videos on the Internet, but it's still a mobile phone. I don't know if it's convenient for you to play it once so that we can decide where to insert the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.”
"Sure."
Yang Chen spoke.
Then, he placed the suona by his mouth.
All birds pay homage to the phoenix!
A few minutes later.
The song ended.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. One by one, their eyes widened and they stared at Yang Chen.
After a long while.
Only then did someone exclaim,
"Too, too strong! He is the hope for the revival of our folk music!!”
To be able to reach such a level at the age of 20 was truly terrifying!
This was the reappearance of the peak of folk music!
If there were more people like Yang Chen among the young people, how could folk music decline?
Recalling what Yang Chen had said just now…
Everyone looked at Yang Chen's back.
Somehow…
Respect.
Some people, even if they were suffering from loneliness, their spirit and soul were even more majestic and lofty than some ordinary people!!
Just a moment ago, Yang Mi had already uploaded the recorded video to the Internet.
For a moment, the internet was already in a state of turmoil.
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