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âAs the opera unfolds, the water sleeves rise and fallâ¦â
With its unique cadence and singing method, the voice captivated many in the audience, both on-site and in front of televisions, in an instant.
Especially for the older generation, their love for opera was etched deep in their bones.
Nowadays, almost all the songs on the market are about love and romance.
The only songs the older generation enjoyed were those by the band Phoenix Legend.
All of a sudden, to hear a young person sing in the style of opera, they were visibly excited.
In terms of singing technique, Jiang Xu certainly couldnât surpass Bi Tao.
But the content was solid enough to strike a chord, capturing the audienceâs attention all at once.
Bi Taoâs complexion changed slightly as he sensed something ominous. [Accustomed to blending joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure into their makeup how does it matter if words ring hollow, when bones turn to ash, they are allâ mineâ¦]
At this moment, behind Jiang Xu, the large screen began to display scene after scene.
It showed forebears fighting in blood-soaked battles, sacrificing their lives without hesitation.
One after another, familiar figures appeared.
They were all national heroes who had sacrificed themselves for the sake of the country.
Every viewer who saw this scene was deeply moved.
Some of the more emotional ones even began to tear up.
Zhang Tiantian was also there.
She couldnât help but cover her mouth.
This song seemed to transport her back to those years of relentless warfare.
She keenly felt the helplessness, despair, and tragic bravery of that era.
[In chaotic times, the duckweed endures the sight of flames ravaging rivers and mountains. Though of lowly status, I dare not forget my countryâs woes, even if no one knows meâ¦]
When it reached the climax, it gave all the first-time listeners goosebumps.
The righteousness depicted in the lyrics made oneâs scalp tingle, as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.
Yang Ping had been closely observing the audienceâs reactions.
Seeing this scene, he immediately felt at ease.
The effect was unexpectedly good.
This Lantern Festival gala, as the chief director, he could consider it a resounding success.
As the song ended, a thunderous round of applause broke out at the venue.
Many were moved to tears.
In that moment, the patriotic feelings of the countrymen reached a new peak. The host hurried onto the stage and said excitedly, âAlthough Iâve heard it many times during rehearsals,
I was still moved to tears just now. Mr. Jiang, under what circumstances did you decide to create such a song?â
Jiang Xu spoke gravely, âAlthough I am a businessman, I think there are too many love songs on the market right now.
I believe we should create more works that carry warnings and are filled with the sentiments of home and country,
to prevent our childrenâs hearts and minds from being too severely poisoned.â âMr. Jiang is truly noble!â the host exclaimed. âCould you share with us the story behind this song?â
Jiang Xu. This song actually tells a true storyâ¦â
After Jiang Xu finished telling the story, the audience, both on-site and those watching on television, were once again profoundly shaken.
Many felt an urge to search for more moving stories from those days.
âApplause! Applause! Applause!â
Once again, the venue resonated with fervent applause.
The host then announced loudly, âThe Lantern Festival gala is coming to a close tonight.
Viewers at home can take out their mobile phones and send a text message to 100⦠to participate in our program voting.
The one with the most votes will receive the trophy of this eveningâs gala and the honor of âBest Performanceâ.â
The trophy and title were quite prestigious.
If Jiang Xu were an artist, obtaining this would have directly elevated his status.
Jiang Xu stepped down from the stage.
And he saw Bi Tao with an extremely ugly look on his face.
He hadnât expected Jiang Xu to play a winning hand right from the start, leaving him completely devastated.
No matter how good the singing, it was not enough in front of âThe Red Opera Singerâ.
Jiang Xu didnât even glance at him and went straight towards An Nuonuo.
An Nuonuo ran up to meet him, handing him a bottle of mineral water.
Admiration filled her pretty face, âBrother Xu, youâre so amazing.â
Jiang Xu took the water, âYou already knew how amazing I am, didnât you?â âUgh, Iâm ignoring you now,â An Nuonuo said with a blushing face, turning her back on him.
Bi Tao pulled his assistant aside and whispered, âGet in touch with Mr. Zhangâs secretary. I must come in first place in the offsite votes!â
I have already made contact. Mr. Zhangâs side said they would make sure you get first place.â
âGood.â
Bi Tao felt relieved. With these words from Zhang Xiaofeng, he wouldnât consider himself defeated.
The big screen was showing the real-time vote counts for all the eveningâs performers.
Jiang Xu: 2386888.
Bi Tao: 1356268.
âWhy is the gap so huge?â Bi Tao said irritably.
The assistant couldnât help but wipe off some sweat.
Something seemed wrong.
The number of votes for Jiang Xu was increasing too fast; tens of thousands every second.
What they didnât know was that many of the voters were from the older generation.
Unable to operate the system themselves, they asked their children and grandchildren to help.
The song âThe Red Opera Singerâ brought back memories of their youth.
Deep down, they all hoped Jiang Xu would come in first place.
A few minutes later, Jiang Xuâs votes had exceeded fifty million.
And Bi Taoâs had barely crossed five million.
Bi Taoâs assistant took a phone call.
After returning, his expression was not good, âThat was Mr. Zhangâs secretary.
They said theyâre not putting any more money in.
The momentum behind Jiang Xu is too strong; they would need to throw in at least three to five billion yuan for a chance to win.â
Zhang Xiaofeng, although wealthy, was also no fool.
He wouldnât engage in such a wasteful act.
âDamn it!â Bi Tao punched the table fiercely, deforming it.
A staff member ran over and said emotionlessly, âYouâve damaged property, a fine of one thousand.â
Bi Tao:
âAlright, letâs welcome Mr. Jiang back to the stage to accept his award!â the hostâs excited voice rang out once more.
Jiang Xu went back on stage again.
The award acceptance process was straightforward.
After receiving the award, he delivered some words of gratitude and so on.
As the event drew to a close, the classic song that never missed an appearance year after year was up.
Everyone joined in for the grand chorus.
After the conclusion, many members of the audience rushed to Jiang Xu for photos and autographs.
As everyone knows, those who could be present at such an event were no ordinary people.
Jiang Xu didnât want to offend them, accepting all comers.
Watching this scene made Bi Tao nearly explode with anger.
This was the sort of treatment that should have been his.
Fuming, he stormed away.
It was already the early morning by the time Jiang Xu left, holding An Nuonuoâs hand.
There was another banquet afterward, but Jiang Xu declined the invitation.
It was just a matter of eating and drinking.
It wasnât as important as going to have a late-night meal with his girlfriend.
It had been a while since Jiang Xu had properly accompanied An Nuonuo, and even longer since he rode his bicycle.
An Nuonuo handed her phone to Jiang Xu, âBrother Xu, take a look at this.â