Time Flies, Mountains and Rivers Are Safe

Mei Liangxin left.

Three short stature individuals were left in the room, raging impotently.

"Baka! To underestimate the existence of our Great Bandit Empire like this! What should we do now?"

"Eliminate all obstacles in our path! We'll visit the teahouse later. I want to see just how capable they are!"

"Yoshi, Hanano-kun, I suggest we try to find more connections to acquire it. As long as the price is right, I believe someone will be willing to serve us!"

"Very good, let's do that! There's an old saying in Dragon Country: 'Under heavy gold, there must be brave men!' Don't worry about the cost; as long as we can acquire this teahouse, no amount is too much!"

The three of them discussed countermeasures, still unwilling to give up on the teahouse.

If previously they chose the teahouse as an investment project because of its prime location and long-standing reputation, Then now, they were more intent on crushing the teahouse with money, breaking the pride of those actors from their very core, and using their own culture to corrupt this excellent culture!

Acquiring this teahouse seemed to give them a perverted sense of accomplishment~

After leaving the hotel, Mei Liangxin felt inexplicably annoyed.

Peking Opera, a national quintessence, prioritized loyalty. Back then, no one who walked out of that courtyard dared to forget the shame and hatred of the nation.

Especially towards those invaders with ulterior motives!

Getting into the car, he casually dialed a number:

"Hello, it's me! I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you and the brothers!"

"Send a few people to help me keep an eye on the teahouse. I've pissed off a few short stature Japanese guys today, and I'm afraid of retaliation."

"They're targeting the teahouse, I've figured it all out. They want to do something about their cultural style, what kind of nonsense is that? How could I agree to it?"

"Hey, you don't need to bring weapons, just have people show up. They wouldn't dare to go too far!"

After hanging up the phone with a smile, Mei Liangxin's expression gradually stiffened. The conversation with the three Japanese people today still echoed in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt.

The national quintessence culture was being seriously neglected. Instead, these short stature people were turning around and saying they admired and wanted to learn?

They didn't cherish the treasures passed down by their own ancestors, but instead, outsiders revered them. What kind of logic was that?

After pondering for a long time, he sighed deeply.

He drove towards the restaurant.

On the other side, as the sky began to darken slightly, Su Chen finally arrived in Jinshi City and, as agreed, came to the vicinity of the teahouse.

The teahouse was near the commercial street, and the entire street was bustling with people.

Su Chen looked at the somewhat ancient and solemn teahouse from a distance. It seemed out of place among the surrounding modern buildings, yet it exuded a sense of peace and depth. Unlike the modern buildings next to it, which could be seen at a glance, this ancient-style building, with its layered structure, had every tile and brick imprinted with the traces of time and artistic refinement, stretching as far as the eye could see, revealing the profound in the subtle.

The entire duplex teahouse was about three stories high, and it was not difficult to imagine the lively scene of a full house during its peak.

The teahouse's unique style still attracted many people to explore it.

However, they only admired the architecture and were not interested in opera or anything similar.

The unique architectural style could not hide the teahouse's decline and desolate entrance.

Su Chen looked at the teahouse with a complex gaze and began to prepare for the mission.

After parking the car in a parking spot, he did not enter the teahouse but stopped a short distance away to wait.

He looked down at his watch; Old Qiao should be arriving soon.

The sky soon darkened, and the lights in the distance gradually lit up. This lively and bustling street was just beginning its true "life."

After a long while, A car stopped steadily outside the teahouse, and a trembling figure was helped out of the car by Qiao Sheng.

The figure was none other than Qiao Xiang. At this moment, he was wearing a theatrical costume and was struggling to get out of the car.

He looked at the teahouse with a complex expression, his eyes seeming to hold anticipation and hope.

Qiao Sheng supported him, his brow furrowed with heartache.

Dressed like this on the crowded commercial street immediately drew curious glances from many people:

"Huh? Who is that? Why is he wearing a costume?"

"Is he from inside this teahouse?"

"No way, the teahouse hasn't had performances for a long time! Besides, what era is this? Opera is already outdated, who would listen?"

"Exactly! And I heard this teahouse is about to be demolished to build a large shopping mall!"

"Then is this old man dressed like this to perform opera?"

On the commercial street, a popular influencer happened to see this scene and stopped out of curiosity, pointing the camera at Qiao Xiang in front of the teahouse.

"Everyone, I've actually seen an old grandpa in a costume on the commercial street. Guess what he's preparing to do?"

Many viewers watching the live stream were attracted by the old man in the costume who suddenly appeared in the frame.

Immediately, bullet comments flooded in:

"Where is this? Why is there still someone singing opera?"

"What's going on? Why did the streamer run into a grandpa in opera costume on the commercial street?"

"No way, is the streamer going to make us listen to Peking Opera?"

"Looking at the old man's body, he probably can't sing anymore! But this opera costume is quite nice!"

"Hey, I know this teahouse, it's been run-down for years! Nobody listens to opera here anymore!"

The surrounding voices entered Qiao Xiang's ears without any reservation.

His expression remained unchanged, and he resolutely straightened his hunched body and walked towards the teahouse. The moment he reached the threshold, he suddenly stopped.

All the pedestrians who turned to look were stunned.

Looking at that back.

The old man's hunched body supported the opera costume.

Time had taken its toll, but the demeanor of a Peking Opera master was undiminished, exuding an unparalleled elegance with every movement!

With clear and resonant pronunciation, his voice, hoarse with age, boomed:

"This old man is here to perform opera. This is our national quintessence! How can it be outdated?"

The popularity of the livestream surged as the old man suddenly appeared on screen.

The streamer, sensing a trending topic, quickly stepped forward and asked the figure's back:

"Sir, Peking Opera is outdated. Nobody listens to opera anymore. Who are you preparing to sing for?"

At this moment, both the passersby on the scene and the viewers in the livestream were captivated by this question.

"Peking Opera is one of the oldest cultures in Huaxia Culture! Our plays tell of the long and rich history of Dragon Country, and they speak of the loyalty, filial piety, propriety, and righteousness passed down through the centuries! How can it be outdated?"

"This opera can be performed for beggars, for commoners, for nobles!"

"It can be performed for... these vast mountains and rivers, for this prosperous era!"

Concise and to the point, it resonated deeply!

A few simple sentences conveyed an immeasurable grandeur!

Everyone present was stunned, their pupils trembling slightly as they looked at Qiao Xiang!

They felt a prickle on their scalps from those words!

It felt as if something deep within their bones was being awakened.