Chapter 75 Faith

"Master Mei, you have invited too many people here, we have no place to entertain them!" Old Zhao, who was almost dying of anxiety in the background, stepped forward and pulled him aside as soon as he saw him come back.

"This..." Mei Lanfang looked at the crowded backstage, and found that there were quite a lot of people.

When I was on the stage before, the audience of the opera house surrounded me. The number of compatriots seemed to be a small group, but now there are only a few.

Hey, there are about a hundred numbers.

Seeing that Mei Lanfang stepped down from the stage, he and Lao Zhao, who greeted them earlier, chattered endlessly, with a bitter face, Li Zitao quietly moved closer.

"Master Mei, is there any trouble?"

"It's not a big deal." Looking at Old Zhao, Mei Lanfang said apologetically, "I didn't expect my compatriots to be so enthusiastic, and I didn't prepare a place to greet so many people."

"Why don't we just catch up here, and get together in batches in the future?" Lao Zhao suggested: "Anyway, you still have two weeks of performances here, so there is no rush."

Hearing that Mei Lanfang was going to perform in New York for two weeks, Li Zitao couldn't help cursing inwardly, "Scalpers are really unreliable, their hearts are dark."

"I'll arrange it." Before the two could discuss it, Li Zitao interjected, "Lawrence, call Liz and ask, is there anyone using the banquet hall tonight?"

"Charlie, I'm not your secretary." Lawrence raised his hand in protest, but obediently went to call.

"Charlie, Liz said that the arrangement can be completed within 15 minutes." In less than 2 minutes, Lawrence brought back good news.

"If you walk over, the time is just right." Taking out his pocket watch, Li Zitao handed over the decision to Mei Lanfang.

After all, he is the protagonist today, and Li Zitao didn't intend to overwhelm the host.

"Thank you so much sir, what's your surname?" Old Zhao politely bowed.

"My surname is Li, please call me Charlie. We are abroad, so let's do as the Romans do." Li Zitao leaned forward slightly and cupped his fists.

"Then I'll make arrangements first, you guys are chatting." Lao Zhao said goodbye, and greeted everyone to go to the Ritz Hotel together.

"Thank you Mr. Li today, and I will let Lao Zhao settle the expenses later." Mei Lanfang is good at making friends and spends money generously.

Don't look at the actor who always disguises himself as a woman on stage, and he is a gentleman when interacting with others, but there is still a heroic chivalrous style in his bones.

If not, how could the little devil insist on growing a beard to show his ambition when he invaded Huaguo, and would rather die than perform on stage.

"You're welcome, I have some property in the United States." Li Zitao said modestly.

Because the two communicated in Chinese, Lawrence could only worry on the sidelines. In the end, Zhao Yaozhong couldn't stand it and helped him do the translation.

"That's right, don't be polite to him, Charlie is a billionaire." Lawrence said naturally when he learned what he said from Zhao Yaozhong.

"What?" He answered naturally, and Zhao Yaozhong naturally couldn't get up.

Billionaire? ? ?

Friends, are you talking about money or paper?

Looking back at Li Zitao, who was full of innocence, Zhao Yaozhong suddenly felt a heavy pressure, which rushed towards him invisible and intangible.

"Brother Zhao, is this?" Mei Lanfang didn't understand what Lawrence said.

"Lawrence said that Mr. Li is a billionaire." Swallowing hard, Zhao Yaozhong finally woke up from the shock.

"..." It was Mei Lanfang's turn to be dumbfounded. Billionaires, are you making up a script?

"Money is nothing but a coincidence, haha..." Li Zitao smiled awkwardly, he was a bit reluctant to pretend that this beep came unexpectedly.

However, Mei Lanfang is also very human, and he soon came to his senses. The performance of the two, especially Zhao Yaozhong, made Li Zitao admire but at the same time worried.

Li Zitao still wants to win over this genius,

But judging by his performance, money alone may not be able to impress the other party.

Even if it was put in the 21st century of his previous life, he would be so excited that he would not be able to sleep if he met a billionaire and talked about the mountains together.

"I didn't expect that among the Chinese like me, there would be such an achievement in the United States." Mei Lanfang said with some emotion, looking at Li Zitao with more approval.

In terms of art, Mei Lanfang's achievements today are not inferior to those of Li Zitao, a master of opera art, a pioneer in promoting and shaping the quintessence of China.

It's just that the latter Li Zitao feels ashamed. Sometimes, there are always some things that cannot be measured by money.

"Mr. Mei, you don't need to be humble. Your achievements today are not much worse than Brother Li, but I have achieved nothing, heh..." Zhao Yaozhong lowered his head mockingly.

"Brother Zhao doesn't have to be like this, a man is alive, as long as he has faith in his heart, he will surely achieve great things. I heard Brother Li say that you are studying for a Ph.D.

He Ming is also well-known in the physics circles in the United States. He Ming's knowledge is superficial, and he is like a mountain. Although he doesn't know the inside story, it is not easy to think about it. "

Strictly speaking, Mei Lanfang is his stage name, and Heming is his alias, and his courtesy name is Wanhua.

"I'm going to remove the makeup first, please wait a moment." Mei Lanfang stepped back with her fists clasped, came to the makeup table and began to remove the makeup. It seemed that her movements were orderly, but in fact she finished her makeup quickly.

"I don't know what kind of belief is it to support Mr. Mei until now?" Li Zitao was still thinking about the previous topic on the way out of the Opera House and on the way to the Ritz Hotel.

"Does Li Sheng know Xianggong Tangzi?" Mei Lanfang asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Li Zitao shook his head and said.

"Actors have been at the bottom of society for thousands of years. To put it bluntly, Xianggongtang is a school for cultivating opera artists.

The hall for everyone to keep warm is also a vanity fair for chasing fame and fortune, and drinking and laughing. "

When Mei Lanfang said these words, his expression was frank and his eyes were clear, and he just calmly talked about the dirty scenes he had seen in Xianggongtang.

"Thanks to the care of my brother-in-law, cousin, and seniors, Heming can have the vigor of today." Mei Lanfang recalled.

"Back then, there was a senior brother who was forced to leave Yunhetang, and left a message before leaving." Mei Lanfang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the brilliant light seemed to tear the night.

"In the future, if someone sings well and becomes popular, remember to fight for some status for the singer... It doesn't need to be too much, just be able to stand upright."

Li Zitao and Zhao Yaozhong who were present were shocked by the plain tone.

From Mei Lanfang's brief description, it is not difficult to guess what kind of blow the senior brother who was forced to leave back then suffered, and what kind of grief and helplessness he felt in his heart.

"This farewell request, He Ming walked all the way, and dare not forget the slightest...

Fighting for some status for opera singers is my greatest wish in this life, and it is also the belief that has allowed me to go on today. "Mei Lanfang said in a straight voice.

Li Zitao had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind for a moment, but he felt an indescribable sense of depression, his scalp was numb, his throat was dry, and he stood there in a daze.

The same is true for Zhao Yaozhong, who was shocked by Mei Lanfang's simple and pure belief, but at the same time, a flame ignited in his heart, making his blood boil.

Isn't the purpose of his coming to the United States also to hold simple and pure beliefs?

"Learn advanced foreign knowledge and technology to lay the foundation for the rise of Huaguo. I look forward to seeing the prosperity of the motherland in my lifetime."

The heavy atmosphere infected Lawrence. Although he didn't understand what they were talking about earlier, Lawrence had a feeling that all of this must be related to honor and belief.

Just when the atmosphere was getting more and more dignified, Mei Lanfang suddenly looked across the road, narrowing his eyes and striding towards the opposite side.

In the trash can on the opposite side of the street, a tramp with a rag bag and ragged clothes was rummaging through the trash can for useful things.

Mei Lanfang walked up to the other party, said a few words very patiently, then took out a few beautiful knives from his pocket, and stuffed them directly into the other party's dirty hands covered with black stains.

The homeless man who took the money could not understand what he was talking about, but this did not prevent him from feeling the kindness of the other party. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and Mei Lanfang's eyes are full of sincerity and kindness.

Obviously one doesn't understand English and the other doesn't understand Chinese, but both of them clearly understand what the other party wants to express!

Mei Lanfang wanted to tell him that the ordeal will eventually pass away, and the future is still full of hope.

In addition to wanting to express his gratitude, the homeless man is also confessing to "God", ashamed of his criticism and hostility towards the Chinese.

"In this world, the people who suffer the most are always the common people." Mei Lanfang said with emotion as he saw the grateful homeless man standing there, waving his hands for a long time and unwilling to leave.

By the time Li Zitao and the others arrived at the Ritz Hotel, the banquet hall had already been set up, and the compatriots who had arrived earlier were chatting in small groups.

At the same time, everyone is also curious, who is the "Mr. Li" that Lao Zhao said?

One phone call can make the Ritz Hotel arrange everything properly in such a short period of time, which is not only something that can be done with money.

"Heming is new here, and I'm really apprehensive and grateful to have everyone come to support us..." Mei Lanfang's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear.

Li Zitao couldn't calm down down there for a long time, and his mind always recalled the scene when he communicated with the homeless.

The elegant demeanor of giving favors casually, and the revealing character of words and deeds are sincerely admired.

"Finally, I would like to thank the organizer of this banquet, Li Sheng." Mei Lanfang smiled and pointed to Li Zitao and said, "Thank you Li Sheng for the arrangement."

Li Zitao was in a daze, but it was Zhao Yaozhong who pulled him, and then he came back to his senses, and hugged his surroundings with a smile on his face.

"Is this gentleman familiar?" Someone looked at him and said.

"Isn't this the Charlie Lee in the newspaper? The one who was shot!" Someone recognized his identity.

"Hush, please speak softly, can you speak like that?"

"I read in the newspaper that this man's net worth is estimated to be in the hundreds of millions of dollars, and he has more than 2,000 men under his command, all armed with guns, and white people dare not mess with it. That's this." The speaker raised his thumb, admiring and applauding Said enviously.

"Come on! It's called An... Anbao Group, yes, this is it, it's dedicated to providing bodyguards for the rich, what subordinates!"