Gu Qi didn't expect to see traditional Chinese drama performances here. Looking at the smiling expression on Mrs. Meng's face, she knew without a second thought that this must be the performance team brought by Mrs. Meng.

At this time, Mrs. Meng was quietly explaining the content of the play to the city councilor from country Y next to her.

This time the actors on stage performed a classic Chinese drama.

It is said that the kings of the two countries launched a war against the other country because they listened to the villain's slander, which resulted in the people's lives being devastated.

Finally, under the persuasion of a wise and famous official, the two kings realized that they had misunderstood each other, and took the initiative to shake hands and make peace, and declared that the two countries would have good relations for a hundred years and there would be no more war.

I have to say that the content and concept of tonight's drama are extremely consistent with the theme of tonight's charity gala of "anti-war" and "peace".

Although the international bigwigs in the audience did not understand the content of the opera, they understood the content of the play very clearly from the introduction on the program list and the lifelike performances of the actors on the stage.

So during the theatrical performance, the audience burst into warm applause.

But at this moment, Gu Qi, who had keen ears, heard a very harsh voice coming from behind.

"What are these shouting things? The songs don't sound like songs, the plays don't sound like dramas, and the babbling sounds are just like screaming souls! Even the rats in our sewers can bark better than these people."

Gu Qi subconsciously turned around and happened to see the greasy and disgusting man she met on the plane sitting diagonally behind her.

The name tag in front of him read his name, "George Huang."

He was talking happily to a foreign actress next to him who looked very young and beautiful.

"Did you know? This kind of performance in China is actually the lowest level and the least worthy of stage performance. In ancient China, there was a saying that there were three religions and nine streams. It was a metaphor for those at the bottom of Chinese society. In ancient times, this song was sung

Those who practice drama are the lowest of the nine types of people."

"It's so shameless to put such vulgar things on such a big stage. The worst street performances I've ever seen are countless times better than this one."

Listening to George Huang belittling the drama on stage, the beautiful actress next to him said with a puzzled expression, "Is this really as bad as you said? But I watched it very well, especially the drama on stage.

The singing voices of several actors are very unique, and the one they performed is Chinese Kung Fu, right? It looks very exciting."

George Huang said with a tone of disdain and sneer, "Chinese Kung Fu? That's all bullshit, it's all showmanship. Any security guard in our company can push them to the ground and beat them until they cry and go home to their mother."

George Huang was talking, but he felt that two sets of eyes seemed to be staring at him.

He looked up and saw two people with Asian faces, a man and a woman diagonally in front of him, looking back at him.

He could tell at a glance that the two people must be Chinese, so he relied on the fact that no one dared to mess around at the party, and he even more arrogantly raised his middle finger towards Gu Qi and Xiao Hai.

Seeing that George Huang was so hostile to the drama on stage, Gu Qi knew without thinking that this guy was definitely upset about what happened on the plane.
Chapter completed!