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Chapter 512 - 455 Tianci Meeting (Happy National Day!)

Chapter 512: 455 Tianci Meeting (Happy National Day!)

If the East Sea Opera House is considered second to none in Shenzhou, then Broadway can surely be called the pinnacle of the century.

Although in this era, compared to opera houses, cinemas with cooler special effects and more affordable prices are more popular with younger people, it still cannot change the status of a place like Broadway in the world.

If they had a choice, elite individuals visiting New York would absolutely go to Broadway to catch a performance rather than going to a cinema to watch a movie.

When Li Shuru entered this globally renowned century-old theater, she was surprised to find that they were actually staging a Shenzhou drama.

As national power grows by the day, Eastern culture’s influence also gradually widens. This is the kind of arrogant and prejudiced wishful thinking that can’t be changed.

It wasn’t just her, Xue Yali and Bai Haoran had also arrived.

Jiang Chen’s expression was calm as he led them towards a secluded corner on a higher level where there were no other people around.

Li Shuru looked carefully.

She saw an elderly man dressed in a white Tang suit, sitting with his hands on his cane, watching the stage as though immersed in the performance.

Li Shuru’s heart involuntarily started beating faster.

So far, the only relative of Jiang Chen she had seen was Hong Xiaoyu, and that was only through a video call.

She couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Jiang Chen leading the way in front.

But she could only see his back, and not his expression.

"Second Granduncle."

Upon hearing the call, the old man turned his head around. He was likely in his sixties, and no matter how antiquated the Tang suit was, it could not conceal his slender figure. A fleeting sharpness in his eyes turned congenial, and his pale complexion, different from ordinary people, maybe due to the aura of the theater with three hundred years of history, gave off a deep and profound feeling like a grand mountain range with the support of his cane.

"You’ve arrived."

His gentle smile and the hoarse, heavy voice brought tension to the listeners.

Jiang Chen nodded and proceeded with the introductions.

"Second Granduncle, this is Li Shuru, my girlfriend whom I’ve mentioned to you. This is her cousin, Xue Yali, and this is my friend, Bai Haoran."

The old man’s gaze swept over Li Shuru and the others, imposing a tremendous pressure on them.

"Second Granduncle."

Suppressing the nervousness in her heart, Li Shuru called out dutifully.

Standing beside her older cousin, Xue Yali silently observed the old man.

It was clear as day.

This old man was no ordinary person.

In China, you do not provoke those who wear Sun Yat-sen suits.

Abroad, if you come across someone in a Tang suit, you need to be more careful.

The whole world knows that the Tang suit is one of Shenzhou’s cultural elements. These overseas Chinese who cannot return to their homeland have no choice but to channel their homesickness into other things; however, not everyone is fit to wear a Tang suit.

Just as not every woman can bring out the essence of a cheongsam.

Especially.

Xue Yali also sharply observed that on the inside of the old man’s Tang suit cuffs, a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon was faintly embroidered. This symbol of imperial power from ancient times added an even more mysterious and profound aura to the elder.

"Good, not bad. You, young man, have quite the eye," the old man commented with a smile, making Li Shuru breathe a sigh of relief.

"Have a seat."

The group sat down.

"Actually, my greatest wish in life is to hear an authentic Yue opera one more time, but I’m afraid I might never have that chance again."

The old man sighed and turned back to the stage, coughing twice in the process.

The others dare not chime in casually.

"Second Granduncle, it’s been decades. Please consider going back to have a look."

The elder did not speak, his eyes showing the weariness of age, possibly reminiscing about his younger days.

"Forget it. Friends have passed away one after the other. Returning would only add to the sorrow."

Jiang Chen said no more.

Li Shuru sat up straight, as cautious as when she was a child in class.

It came back to her.

She had been curious more than once about why Jiang Chen had suddenly become so wealthy. He claimed that he had been developing himself all this time.

But this explanation wasn’t convincing enough.

After they got together, Jiang Chen told her that his family was abroad and he had very powerful relatives there.

His "sudden wealth" was all due to distant relatives overseas.

Now it seemed, this Second Granduncle must be the person in question.

"Seeing you reminds me of your father. I was abroad before you were born. However, you are better than your father in one aspect: he was too honest, whereas you have more drive," the elder said softly. "Young people should dare to fight and strive. The times are different now; it’s no longer like when we had to go abroad to make a living. Don’t worry, I’ve spoken to your uncles. They will support you fully."

Although Li Shuru and the others didn’t say a word, they took to heart every word the old man said.

"Thank you, Second Granduncle."

"Family doesn’t need to speak in two tongues."

The curtain fell on the play.

The old man did not stay any longer and got up with his cane.

Jiang Chen and the others saw him off.

At the entrance to Broadway, seeing a door opened by someone like a bodyguard, Bai Haoran was inwardly shaken.

Ordinary people all know Rolls-Royce.

But they don’t know of the Pullman that is even more impressive than Rolls-Royce!

Worth the equivalent of two Phantoms, with a limited global production, starting at twenty million in price!

Bai Haoran had only seen it in the news and never imagined he would see it with his own eyes.

It is said that even the tires of the car are bulletproof!

Just who on earth is Jiang’s Second Granduncle?!

Thinking back to when he had ignorantly kidnapped the man, Bai Haoran couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, he had pulled back at the last moment; otherwise...