Mei Wenjiu coughed lightly, sat there, his back straight, and swept around everyone present, who could have a position here, all of them were the people with the greatest seniority in various professions and factions.

But at this time, all of them were like refreshing eggplants, sitting in a precarious position, silent like a cicada, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Mei Wenjiu's eyes swept over the gray-haired people beside Bai Yanlang, and those people really felt as if they had been slashed on their bodies with knives.

Mei Wenjiu said lightly, "I haven't been to the Peking Opera Company for a few days, I really don't know that the current National Peking Opera Company has become like this, Xiao Liu, a few of our old guys handed over the Peking Opera Company to you, and now it has become like this, it is your dereliction of duty!"

Liu Changsheng also stood up with a guilty face, lowered his head and said, "What Jiu Ye said is that Changsheng has betrayed Jiu Ye's trust!"

Mei Wenjiu bowed his head slightly, and said, "Well, I also know your embarrassment, because there are too many idlers in the Peking Opera Theater now, and there are even more idlers with older generations.

As soon as these words came out, most of the people's faces changed drastically, and they looked at Mei Wenjiu with a frightened expression, with a trace of panic and uneasiness in their eyes.

Pei Yanzhi looked at the old man sitting in the center of the rostrum with bright eyes, this is everyone's demeanor, you can say whatever you want, without the slightest scruples, and hit the nail on the head, directly aiming at the "tumors" who have no contribution to Peking Opera now!

If you are upright, you are right, don't look at Mr. Mei Wenjiu is over eighty years old, although he can't perform on stage, but he is a disciple and delves into the art of Mei School, and he has not slacked off for a day, so it is also righteous to talk about these people who eat and wait for death!

A trace of excitement flashed in Liu Changsheng's eyes, don't look at him as the director of the Peking Opera Company, and he is also the descendant of the old students of the Liu faction, but the Liu faction has declined and the population is not prosperous, so when facing those veterans of the Peking Opera Company, Liu Changsheng is also a little lacking in confidence.

Today's arrival of Mei Wenjiu is an attempt by Liu Changsheng, just taking advantage of Pei Yanzhi's matter, he invited Jiu Ye to discuss, because Jiu Ye is the most sad about the decline of Peking Opera, he thinks that his own ability is not enough, and he has not been able to make Peking Opera more brilliant like his father.

Originally, Liu Changsheng didn't expect that this Bai Yanlang would dare to be so crazy in front of Jiu Ye, and kept saying that he wanted to drive Pei Yanzhi out of the Peking Opera circle, and this time he would commit Jiu Ye's taboo!

Liu Changsheng really wants to go up and applaud Bai Yanlang fiercely, he is so good at cooperating, he is really used to the lawlessness of you on weekdays, the entire Peking Opera Company is a few of you old guys who have the final say, and I, the real dean, are almost empty, let Jiu Ye see your arrogant face today, I will see how you end today.

An old man with white hair beside Bai Yanlang knocked on the table and said tremblingly, "Brother Jiu, what I said is a bit too much! Even if we don't have merit, we have hard work, you can't erase all the achievements of our first half of life, right?

What does it mean to be a junior, we are already juniors, do we need to be juniors? When those juniors see us, shouldn't they respectfully call our uncle, master? The current rules can be far worse than before the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

Mei Wenjiu rubbed the cane in his hand and said with a smile, "What Brother Zhao said, you miss that era of precariousness very much!"

Mei Wenjiu slammed the cane in his hand to the ground and said sharply, "The Peking Opera people of that era were in danger, if there were no strict rules, I am afraid that all the Peking Opera people would be in chaos, and the rules at that time were to protect the Peking Opera people.

Now, are your so-called rules just to make you people who sit on the merit book proud and call you ancestors? Look at you people, how long has it been since you have been on stage, how long have you not sung, how long have you not hung your voice!"

Mei Wenjiu glanced at Bai Yanlang and asked, "Bai Yanlang, just tell me about you, when was the last time you sang on stage?"

Bai Yanlang was startled, and quickly stood up, sweating profusely, and secretly regretting in his heart, what kind of bird should he be!

Bai Yanlang thought for a while and said, "The last time I went on stage was on the Spring Festival Gala five years ago, when I sang Ganlu Temple with a few senior brothers in the Peking Opera joint singing!"

Mei Wenjiu smiled slightly and said, "Five years ago, it was still on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, can you be called on stage, I'm talking about facing the audience who sell tickets, when was that!"

Pei Yanzhi is also secretly speechless, this old man really dares to say, but, with his identity, he really can't look down on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, I still remember that when Pei Yanzhi was young, he saw Mr. Mei Wenjiu go to the Spring Festival Gala once, and since then, Mr. Mei Wenjiu has never been to the Spring Festival Gala, in his words, he doesn't sing happily, so he won't go!

Bai Yanlang took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head, and said, "Then, that is the big drama at the National Peking Opera Company thirteen years ago to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Mr. Mei Lanfang's birth!"

When Mei Wenjiu heard that thirteen years ago to commemorate the centenary of Mr. Mei Lanfang's birth, a trace of remembrance and longing flashed in his eyes.

But when he turned his head, Mei Wenjiu sneered, "It's really good, it's been thirteen years, and you haven't sung a single play on stage, how can you sit here with your face on your face and be ashamed to represent the Peking Opera world!"

As soon as these two words came out, Bai Yanlang was basically sentenced to death, not only Bai Yanlang sat on the chair with a disgraced face, but he had long since lost the flaunting power just now, and the people around him were also ugly, constantly looking at each other, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes.

Mei Wenjiu stood up on crutches, and everyone quickly stood up, and there was a screeching sound of chairs moving at the scene.

Pei Yanzhi also stood up, looking at the respectable old man in front of him, for the art of the Mei School, for the Peking Opera, he devoted all his life and enthusiasm to the cause of Peking Opera, looking at the declining Peking Opera, he was also more than capable of strength.

He has hoped more than once that the Peking Opera industry can produce a Peking Opera genius like his father, a Peking Opera master, he would rather "lead the horse and fall off" for the other party, even if he dies, when he goes to Jiuquan and sees his father, he can also say with satisfaction,

"Father, Peking Opera is still there!"