After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Jiang Yichen looked at the blond, blue-eyed foreigners outside the door, quickly processing the information about this world in his mind.

China's economic strength is absolutely among the best in the world.

Foreigners are filled with curiosity about this mysterious Eastern power.

However, China's popular culture exports in recent years have been rather lackluster.

The boy bands and girl groups on the market, as well as the mass-produced idol dramas, all carry a strong Japanese and Korean style.

Foreigners have long been tired of that kind of industrial saccharin.

Preconceived notions lead them to believe that modern Chinese cultural works are unmemorable.

On the contrary, traditional Chinese opera, a genuine and authentic national treasure, is a better choice.

Intense colors, unique singing style, and ultimate Eastern aesthetics.

It directly struck a chord with the curiosity of these foreigners.

"Senior Brother, let's check the tickets and enter." Jiang Yichen withdrew his gaze and nodded to Tan Yunxiao.

Tan Yunxiao agreed and quickly called his fellow apprentices to start checking tickets.

The Qilin Opera Troupe, which can seat 300 people, was packed to the brim in less than 20 minutes.

Even small stools have been added to the aisles.

Backstage.

Wearing a Qingyi opera costume, Meng Lingyu was so nervous that she kept rubbing her hands. She had little experience on stage and had never seen so many audience members before, so she was naturally a little nervous.

"Third senior brother, I... my legs are shaking a little." Her face was pale as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Jiang Yichen walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

"What are you afraid of? The people sitting in the audience are all here for us."

"Just put in the same effort you usually put into practicing, sing the lyrics accurately, and perform the movements perfectly."

"The sky won't fall down," Jiang Yichen said calmly.

Meng Lingyu took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

At the front desk, the drums and gongs sound.

The curtain rises.

The first play is a traditional excerpt.

Tan Yunxiao personally took to the stage, dressed as a martial arts performer, wielding a long spear with great skill and flair.

The young people in the audience had never seen anything like this before.

Normally, I only watch short videos that are a few seconds long, but now when I see real people doing somersaults and swordplay, I'm completely mesmerized.

The foreigners, in particular, were so excited that they kept slapping their thighs and shouting "Oh my god!" and "Chinese Kungfu!"

Tan Yunxiao landed gracefully with a 360-degree spin, striking a pose.

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Next up was Meng Lingyu's performance of a Qingyi role.

Her flowing sleeves fluttered, and her singing was melodious.

Although most of the audience couldn't understand the lyrics, the exquisite Eastern aesthetics visually captivated everyone.

The fellow apprentices also took turns to participate.

The performance was halfway through.

Jiang Yichen changed into a traditional Chinese male attire.

Instead of singing those popular songs, he dutifully chose a section from "Dingjun Mountain".

This is a traditional classic piece that tests true skill.

Holding a riding whip, he strode to the front of the stage.

Warm up your voice.

"Even if the enemy is brave, the division commander..."

His high-pitched and resonant voice echoed throughout the theater, possessing an extremely strong penetrating power.

The audience fell silent instantly.

Everyone was stunned by the incredibly powerful singing.

Jiang Yichen's eyes were sharp, and his posture was composed.

Every movement and every word he pronounces reveals a foundation honed through countless hours of practice.

The song ended.

The audience remained silent for a full three seconds.

Then, the cheers nearly lifted the roof off the Qilin Opera Troupe.

"Jiang Shen is awesome! He's got two doors!"

"That's real skill!"

The foreigners were so excited they stood up and applauded wildly.

The performance, which lasts one day, is divided into two parts.

It wasn't until 10 p.m. that the last audience member reluctantly left the theater.

The main hall.

Tan Yunxiao sat at the octagonal table, with a thick stack of cash piled up in front of him, along with payment records on his mobile phone.

His hands were shaking.

"Third brother." Tan Yunxiao swallowed hard, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Three hundred seats, two shows a day, completely sold out."

"Tickets are 120 each."

"That's 72,000 yuan for the whole day!"

Tan Yunxiao suddenly stood up and excitedly spun around in the room.

"If Master were still here, he would be so happy to see this spectacle today!"

The other fellow disciples were also gathered around the table, all beaming with joy.

In the past, the theater troupe could not earn tens of thousands of yuan a month, and everyone was so poor that they could not even afford meat.

I'm earning over 70,000 yuan a day now.

This is like a windfall!

Jiang Yichen sat to the side, drinking tea, his expression calm.

"Senior Brother, settle the accounts and distribute bonuses to everyone tomorrow. Keep the rest as operating capital for the theater troupe."

Tan Yunxiao nodded repeatedly.

"I'll do whatever you say! I'll do whatever you say!"

late at night.

Jiang Yichen returned to his room.

After washing up, he leaned against the headboard and took out his phone.

I registered an account on the overseas Douhai platform.

The ID remains: Jiang Yichen.

He pulled up the four cross-dressing videos that Chen Hao had edited in his phone's photo album.

Add English subtitles.

Accompanied by simple English tags: #ChineseCulture #PekingOpera #Cosplay.

Click Upload.

Four videos were simultaneously sent to an external network platform.

After doing all this, Jiang Yichen put down his phone, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

The next few days.

The popularity of the Qilin Opera Troupe exceeded everyone's expectations.

Tickets for each day sold out in less than a minute as soon as they were released online.

There's a long queue outside the theater every day.

Scalpers even started reselling theater tickets, raising the price from 120 to 300 or 500 yuan.

Tan Yunxiao was so happy he couldn't stop smiling, and he walked with a swagger.

The fellow disciples were also full of enthusiasm, getting up early every day to practice, and no one dared to slack off.

Just as the theater troupe's business was getting on track.

Jiang Yichen dialed Chen Hao's number.

Half an hour later.

Chen Hao, carrying his iconic backpack, rushed into the Qilin Opera House in a flurry of activity.

The viral success of these four short videos also made him proud; at least he'll have something to add to his resume after graduation.

He approached Jiang Yichen with a broad smile. "Master Jiang! You wanted to see me!"

Jiang Yichen pointed to the stone bench next to him.

"sit."

Chen Hao quickly sat down, his back ramrod straight, his eyes shining.

"Jiang Shen, what are we filming this time? Is it still costume changes?"

Jiang Yichen shook his head. "Don't keep calling me 'God Jiang,' I'm older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Jiang."

He paused, then continued, "This time, we're filming a short drama."

Chen Hao was stunned.

"A short drama?"

Jiang Yichen nodded, picked up a thin sheet of printing paper from the stone table, and handed it to Chen Hao.

"I've roughly written a script outline, and it's called 'ENEMY'."

Chen Hao took the printing paper with both hands and looked down at it.

ENEMY.