Chapter 402: In Times of Chaos and War, I Don’t Want to Get Rich

On the screen, the story continues.

When the war started, Thirteenth Lang arrived in the rear area, joined the Seventh War Zone, and wrote a script in Qujiang to comfort the army.

On this day, on the stage of the Seventh Military Region, the Kuomintang flag was hung in the background, and two rows of slogans were hung on the left and right: The military and the people are united to restore China.

Five soldiers held long spears and marched majestically on the stage, singing: People strengthen the people and make the people safe, and we work together to protect our hometown...

Under the stage, Thirteenth Lang put his hands on his hips and looked at the stage with a smile.

Actor Guan Dexing came to the stage to appeal to everyone, "Let us work hard together to defeat the invaders and defend China. Long live China. Let us sing patriotic songs together!"

The majestic music sounded.

But soon, a suona sound sounded in the distance.

On the condolence stage of the Eighth Military Region, a coquettishly dressed woman walked out from behind the stage, singing and dancing, her shoulders half exposed, "Look, there is Emei hidden in the Jade Mountain. Hahaha, it's so coquettish and pretty. Listen to it." Listen, the wonderful music captivates the soul.”

The soldiers under the stage of the Seventh Military Region ran over one after another.

Thirteenth Lang stood in the distance with his hands behind his back, and said angrily to the actor Guan Dexing: "This woman is called Laojun when she is coquettish on stage? Can she still go to war after watching this? You like women, right? Okay, change the show!"

The scene changes.

Cantonese opera was sung on the stage of the 7th Military Region. The actress was dressed in costume and danced with a spear, "It's never too late to serve the country~ As long as we face the enemy and don't be afraid of difficulties... Although I am a beauty, my heart to serve the country is not cold. The beautiful rivers and mountains should be saved."

However, just as it started, cheerful music came from the Eighth Military Region opposite.

The three actors were dressed in karaoke costumes, showing their long white legs. They held hands and kicked their legs high while singing: "China must be strong, China must be strong."

The audience in the Seventh Military Region instantly became empty.

Guan Dexing was so angry that he left on the spot and headed to Xiangjiang.

Thirteenth Lang was left standing there.

…

In the cinema in the shopping mall next to Lezhong Entertainment.

Director Liu from the project creative department laughed in a low voice: "His filming is a bit funny. How can he be sarcastic in such a funny way? Hahahaha. The Eighth Military Region belongs to Chiang Kai-shek, right? It's full of irony."

Minister Zhang sighed and said, "Laughing? I almost wanted to cry when I saw this."

Funny exterior, ironic and sad core. ‌

The core was so sad that he couldn't even laugh.

Minister Liu crossed his arms and said, "Actually, I think Thirteenth Lang should also change his methods."

Minister Zhang looked at him in disbelief, "Are you mentally ill? No wonder you can come up with rubbish scripts like those of fifty-year-old and twenty-year-old bosses. This kind of showy dance party destroys the will! Watch this every day How can we protect our country when the enemy seduces us?"

When he said this, Minister Liu became very angry and said coldly: "Why are you scolding me?! I was talking about his attitude in handling things, and I didn't ask him to change the script."

Minister Zhang gritted his teeth.

scold you? I still want to beat you up!

What kind of rubbish script was given to me? When I saw this, I really wanted to go back and tear up that crappy script.

He just wanted to fight and scold, but the next second, a conflict actually started on the screen.

Thirteenth Lang angrily scolded the opposite screenwriter Ren Xihua, "You used meat bullets to seduce the three armies, how can you tell them to fight the Japanese? Disturbing the emperor's heart and poisoning the living beings, you bastards!"

"The audience is not as large as mine, so why are you here to act wild? Just walk away if you know what to do. The general will come to watch the show later." With that, Ren Xihua sneered and walked off the stage.

"Traitor!" Thirteenth Lang jumped up angrily and punched him in the head, "I'll beat you to death, you bitch traitor!"

Thirteenth Lang beat him violently, and the matter reached the leadership of the Eighth Military Region. The political commissar took Thirteenth Lang to apologize, "My boss already has a lot of people, who told you to beat him? Just pour tea. Pour some tea, peace brings wealth."

Thirteenth Lang shook off his hand and said, "The war is in chaos and we don't want to get rich."

In a movie theater in Yangcheng.

Many elderly people who came to watch the Cantonese opera smiled and laughed, their eyes gradually getting moist.

"Thirteenth Lang, this character ranks first in my heart."

"What a pity. With his character, it would be great if he could go to Yan'an. What a pity."

"What a proud genius."

…

Amid everyone's sighs, Thirteenth Lang poured a cup of tea and stood next to Ren Xihua.

Ren Xihua crossed her legs, held a cigar in her mouth, and smiled, "Are you admitting your mistake? Hold the teacup in both hands."

Thirteenth Lang did as he was told.

He continued to speak triumphantly: "The scripts I wrote seduced the armed forces and poisoned the living beings. What about you? In every play of yours, you ask people to be loyal to the emperor and observe the law. There is no emperor in China anymore. Your ideas are too outdated. Brother, stop the mountain. That's not good for you. Bring me the tea."

Thirteenth Lang smiled and said, "It's cold. I'll pour you a cup of hot food."

With that said, he turned around and poured a cup of scalding tea, then turned back and said with a smile: "While it's hot..."

Thirteenth Lang suddenly poured hot tea into his face, "Go to hell, you bastard. You traitor, I will bite you to death!" Thirteenth Lang, who was not familiar with martial arts, used the most primitive method to hold his shoulders, Bite his neck hard.

There was an immediate uproar around him, and the soldiers quickly pulled him away.

Ren Xihua tightened her features and covered her bitten neck, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy! It's you who are crazy!"

At this time, on the stage behind them, three actors dressed in karaoke bars and a woman dressed in a brothel appeared again with their long legs exposed, and cheerful music sounded again.

Ren Xihua asked, "What did you say?"

Shisanlang held the pillar tightly, "I'm a man as well as a playmaker. Plays should enlighten people on the right path in life. All my plays are about guiding people to be good. They teach people to be upright and to stand tall and straight! What kind of script did you write? With people like you, what hope and future do we have?!"

In front of the screen, the audience sighed.

"Isn't it the same now?"

"This should really be seen by the current entertainment industry, it's full of smoke and miasma!"

"This film was not suppressed? Is it supported by the top?"

"I guess so. It also promotes Cantonese opera. Cantonese opera is a world intangible cultural heritage. Now fewer and fewer people watch it. It's a pity."

Two bald uncles in their fifties sat side by side in the Yida Cinema in Yangcheng and chatted in a low voice:

"This movie is really a masterpiece. When I took the bus here this morning, I heard a few children jokingly complaining about Chen Xiao's knife. Now it seems that these children are really talking nonsense. People This is reasonable. Just because he is young, I joke with him. Later, I will use my account to teach them a lesson! "

"Uh, I only know how to use Slow Hand. When I get home, I will download a platform for young people. "

"In such a smoky place, he can still insist on making good works. How difficult is it? It's really pitiful. "

"Oh, no, this is an adapted movie, not his story. He is much softer than Shisanlang, right? Too hard is easy to break. "

"Being softer is not easy. "

The young man next to him touched his chin when he heard it.

He is different from the uncles. He didn't watch the movie for Cantonese opera, but for Brother Dao's name.

Being softer? Really?

Does he have prejudices too?

Why does he always feel that Brother Dao is more like a rubber band than a steel plate?

Quality is unknown, but he becomes stronger when he meets a strong one. He will tear his skin and flesh apart when he hits someone.

Is it an illusion? Emm, anyway, looking at his face, I have this feeling.