198 If Peking Opera is destined to die, I am willing to bury her in the same grave!

"In other directions, do you mean giving up singing?"

Cheng Xiaolou's heart twitched slightly, as if he suddenly didn't know Pan Yu.

He never expected that in just a few months, Pan Yu's mentality would change so much.

Could it be that there is really no power to return to the sky, and the tragedy of the previous life will be repeated?!

Cheng Xiaolou felt a throbbing pain in his heart, as if someone was cutting with a knife.

"Jiu'er, I understand your obsession with Peking Opera, but the Peking Opera market is now in decline, and perhaps, it really won't last long. ”

"If you want to save the building, you must first have the strength to support the entire building. I'm not asking you to give up Peking Opera, but I suggest that you take advantage of the reshuffle of the development of the entertainment market to grab as many chips as possible in your hands. ”

"Now we want to be famous, status, strength, and strength, and there is no shortage of ...... in terms of funds."

"The two kings are four two, we can't let it starve to death in our hands, and there will never be a chance to fight out!"

Pan Yu didn't seem to see the strangeness and coldness in Cheng Xiaolou's eyes, and continued to confide in his heart.

Brothers, it's not just about following each other.

Instead, he stood up at a critical time, and didn't let him know that there was a fire pit in front of him, and he insisted on jumping inside.

Seeing the bones of his best brother burned to the ground, is this still a brother!

"Jiu'er, think about it, if we have hundreds of billions of funds in our hands, if you become a superstar across the four major sectors of film, television and opera, if you gain hundreds of millions of fans. If Peking Opera really comes to an end, you can also push it back to the top on your own!"

Pan Yu looked at Cheng Xiaolou earnestly, he really didn't want to watch his peerless demon little junior brother who had not been born for thousands of years be slapped to death on the beach by the tide of the times.

He should have ascended to the altar and become a god to whom hundreds of millions of people kneel!

"Alas......"

"It's easier said than done!"

Cheng Xiaolou's face kept changing, and his heart turned a thousand times, and finally turned into an extremely complex sigh.

He had long expected the development trend of the entertainment industry such as film and television songs and games, but he didn't expect the momentum of these major entertainment sectors to be so fierce.

In less than half a year, it has multiplied.

Cheng Xiaolou originally thought that Peking Opera would last for another ten or eight years, and by that time he would have enough strength to start leading the change.

Now it seems that perhaps in another two or three years at most, the cold winter of Peking Opera will come ahead of schedule.

Human beings are creatures who like the new and hate the old.

Huahua World is blinded, and it will be difficult to pull their eyes back to the stage!

Pan Yu said that he hadn't considered the method, and a few months ago, Qin Muyun, the director of operations of the Voice of Liyuan, also mentioned it.

Across film and television operas, is it really that easy?!

has seen the horror of the great waves of the times with his own eyes, how dare Cheng Xiaolou have such thoughts.

Perhaps, with his current capital to enter the film and television songs and other entertainment sectors, he can indeed receive certain results in a short period of time.

But other industries other than Peking Opera are not his strong point after all.

Judging from the speed of development of the current era, within two or three years, a large number of talented singers and movie stars will inevitably emerge from the audience.

Once he crosses the line, he will no longer be pure.

A person who is no longer pure will never be able to forge a classic.

If Li Bai wrote poems and painted at the same time, would he still be famous through the ages?

If Van Gogh had been painting and singing and playing the piano at the same time, would he have achieved such an achievement?

Everyone's energy is limited, and if you can do one thing well in your life, you are already lucky.

Bite off more than you can chew!

Rather than making a name for himself across the border and making money, so that Peking Opera can survive for another two or three years, Cheng Xiaolou would rather it completely wither now!

"Sixth brother, I know you are for my good, but don't say those words just now in the future. ”

"In this life, I will only sing and never do anything else!"

"If Peking Opera is destined to die, then I am willing to bury her in the same grave!"

The corners of Cheng Xiaolou's mouth rose, and a shallow smile appeared.

His voice was not loud and calm, but a trace of unprecedented stubbornness and firmness flashed in his eyes.

"Jiu'er, you ......"

"Alas!"

"That's it, if there really is a day, I'll dig your grave!"

Pan Yu originally had a stomach full of things to say to him, and thought of thousands of words to persuade him.

But the moment he met Cheng Xiaolou's gaze, he knew that it was useless to say anything.

Even if Kowloon is alive, he can't get back this little brother's determination to live and die with Peking Opera.

"If you want to bring "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to the market and hype it up before December 29th, the only way is to take the road of the Internet. ”

Pan Yu looked at Cheng Xiaolou fixedly for a while, and after retracting his gaze, the conversation changed, and he brought the topic back to the Three Kingdoms just mentioned.

"Sixth brother, thank you. ”

Cheng Xiaolou smiled, his smile was bright and moving.

"Thank you, fight the tiger brothers and go into battle, we are brothers!"

"Don't interrupt, get down to business!"

The tip of Pan Yu's nose was sour, and he glared at Cheng Xiaolou with a ruffian face, deliberately putting up his senior brother's shelf with a straight face.

Deliberately pretending to be serious and reprimanded him, Pan Yucai continued: "The website must choose the singularity, you first register a writer account and upload 20,000 words for review, and after the review is passed, if the editor is optimistic about your book, he will send an invitation to sign a contract, and if he signs the contract, he will have the opportunity to get a recommendation from the website, and if the book is popular, maybe he can make a fortune." ”

Pan Yu roughly read part of the book Three Kingdoms, and when he first saw Cheng Xiaolou's manuscript, he was really taken aback.

Whether it is the writing or the story, this book has the potential to be a fire in his opinion.

In addition, Cheng Xiaolou now has a fan base of tens of millions, even if he is a god, it is no problem!

"Sixth brother, you misunderstood, I didn't plan to use this book to make money, you know my original intention in writing this book. ”

Cheng Xiaolou explained softly.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about that, if I don't make money......"

Pan Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, slapped his thighs and sat up straight, and said excitedly: "Since you are determined not to make money, then why do you want to post it on other websites! Let's build a website ourselves, and save the trouble of review, contracting, recommendation, and copyright." ”

Build your own website?!

"Is this going to work?"

Cheng Xiaolou was stunned for a moment, and asked a little bottomlessly.

Anyway, your book is not about making money, you just need a carrier to present it to the reader. ”

"And, my boss Cheng, don't forget, you now have more than 10 million fans on your blog alone, haha!"

Pan Yu's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and for some reason, Cheng Xiaolou suddenly felt that this guy should not just want to help him push books.