Chapter 384

"Professor Li, I would like to try!"

No... why can't you understand?

I have spoken to this extent, I have warned you to this degree, and you still want to try?

There is no saving you!

Li Jingting was stunned for quite a while: "Little Lin, your teacher should have told you: we are here to help, but it is not free!"

"I know, it is calculated by the hour!" Lin Sicheng smiled, "Five hundred per hour!"

So you actually knew?

Li Jingting sighed: It couldn't be that this kid has so much money he's burning it, could it?

Secretly changing his train of thought, Li Jingting checked his watch, "Alright then... today was just to get familiar with the place, so shall we come over tomorrow morning?" "Very well, Professor Li!" Lin Sicheng nodded, "I will see you out!"

"Good!"

Both parties said their goodbyes, and Lin Sicheng saw them out of the Bian Dao Shi.

Just as they stepped out the door, "Swish," five pairs of eyes looked over in unison.

Yu Jingsi looked completely baffled: "Five hundred an hour... Jing Zeyang, does your family run a mine?"

If you calculate it, these three people helping for one day is more than Jing Zeyang's two months' salary combined. If they help for three months, Jing Zeyang would have to work for half a lifetime for nothing. With this kind of money, wouldn't it be better to do something else?

Jing Zeyang looked bewildered: What mine would I run?

If I said that I had no idea Cousin Lin had hired people, would you believe me?

Not to mention a professor from Beijing Dance Academy, at five hundred an hour.

However, Jing Zeyang knew that Lin Sicheng would definitely not cheat him.

But he could not figure it out: why would Lin Sicheng do this, and what was his goal?

Just as he was thinking this, with a "creak," Lin Sicheng returned.

All at once, six pairs of eyes nailed themselves onto his face.

Cheng Nianjia could not hold back: "Little Lin, five hundred an hour?"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Yes, Group Leader Cheng, but it is not expensive!"

Of course, Cheng Nianjia knew it wasn't expensive: Experts from Beijing Dance Academy are not that idle; without some connections, you might not even be able to hire them even if you have the money.

Take her, for example; occasionally, companies will invite her to provide guidance, and it is also calculated by the hour. Although not as high as Professor Li, it is not low either: one hundred or eighty at the worst, two or three hundred at the best.

The problem is, those are companies that can afford it. And the nature of it is different: one month is over one hundred thousand, and three months is over three hundred thousand. With the connections in Jing Zeyang's family, if they were willing to spend this much money, what kind of unit couldn't he get into?

There is no need to stubbornly cling to the song and dance troupe...

It was hard to explain for a moment, so Lin Sicheng just smiled: "Group Leader Cheng, aren't you getting off work?"

Of course they had to: the other party had already issued an order to leave, could they still stubbornly hang around here?

To say they weren't curious would be a lie. But there was no rush: because no matter how it was adapted, it would definitely be done here; if there was nothing to do, they could just come over and take a look, and sooner or later they would figure it out.

Oh right, they still had to report to the General Manager...

Secretly changing her train of thought, Cheng Nianjia glanced at the two of them and finally stared at Lin Sicheng: "Little Lin, although we are very busy lately, if you really must hire a teacher for guidance, the troupe can actually arrange it."

"You don't need to have any concerns; if you have any requirements, you can tell us directly. If we have the ability to solve them, we certainly won't stand by and watch..." Lin Sicheng understood what she meant: there was no need to spend money in vain.

Because of the Six Yao Score, everyone in the troupe had to consider the favor owed to Lin Sicheng. Moreover, regardless of whether it could be choreographed or what the quality was, this was still choreographing for the song and dance troupe.

Yet he hired a guidance expert from Beijing Dance Academy at such a high cost; publicly or privately, emotionally or logically, it just didn't make sense...

"Thank you, Group Leader Cheng, I know!" Lin Sicheng still just smiled, "Since I have already invited them over, I must try it out first!"

Seeing that he was impervious to reason, Cheng Nianjia sighed inwardly: What kind of medicine is this kid hiding in his gourd?

He won't say when asked, and his mouth is so tight?

Forget it, let's just wait and see.

"Alright, then you all pack up!"

After saying this, Cheng Nianjia took the two editors and the actors out of the Bian Dao Shi.

Once they were out, Jing Zeyang wanted to speak but hesitated.

His heart was itching like a cat was scratching it, but he was afraid of misunderstanding Lin Sicheng, so he didn't know how to ask for a moment, his expression looking like he was constipated.

Lin Sicheng knew exactly what he was thinking the moment he looked at him.

He had originally planned to communicate with Wang Qizhi in the evening and then notify Jing Zeyang. He hadn't expected Professor Li to come so suddenly, catching him off guard.

But it didn't matter: given their current friendship, even if Lin Sicheng told Jing Zeyang clearly that he was going to sell him out, Jing Zeyang wouldn't even frown. He put away the manuscript paper: "Brother Jing, that book of Foreign Musician Buddhist Images, you saw it, right?"

Jing Zeyang nodded: Of course, he had personally accompanied Lin Sicheng to hunt for it.

"Actually, that is the Yuan Palace Dance Score, also known as the Court Tuozhi Technique. To be precise: it is the court Yan Music of the Yuan Dynasty!" Lin Sicheng had never mentioned this, but Jing Zeyang could guess: the dance figures in the Six Yao Score before them were copied from that book. At the very least, it showed: it was not, as the historical community had inferred, that the Six Yao had been lost in the Song Dynasty. At the very least, it still existed in the Yuan Dynasty, though it had changed its name...

"Cousin Lin, is it full of lost dance scores inside?"

"Yes, it was burned and banned by the decree of the Ming Taizu, and it was lost in the early Ming Dynasty!"

"Why burn it?"

"Brother Jing, the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance, have you heard of it?"

Jing Zeyang suddenly realized: The music that ruins the country, the music that harms the people...

After a slight pause, Lin Sicheng's voice lowered a bit: "I have two more books of the same dance and music scores: one is the Yuedian Music, and the other is the Wei Family Music Score!"

"Both were passed down from Japan, but they are all lost ancient Chinese music and dance. The former almost encompasses the majority of the Tang Dynasty Banquet Music. The latter contains all the Ming Dynasty court dance music that was tampered with and destroyed by the Qing Dynasty..."

Jing Zeyang was stunned: Yuan Dynasty, Tang Dynasty, Ming Dynasty... throughout Chinese history, how many dynasties were there in total?

In an instant, a flash of light crossed his mind, and Jing Zeyang roughly guessed what Lin Sicheng wanted to do.

Was it as he expected?

Lin Sicheng smiled: "It is just the right opportunity, so I thought I would try: to see if I could attempt a restoration. The reason I invited Professor Li is that compared to the song and dance troupe, their research capabilities are stronger, they are more professional, and their knowledge system is more comprehensive."

"The reason I placed it in the song and dance troupe is so that I can discover problems at any time and correct them in a timely manner. Relatively speaking, the choreographers and actors of the song and dance troupe have richer on-site experience, and their stage perception is the most sensitive..."

Jing Zeyang slowly widened his eyes: he understood the logic, but the problem was, we're relying on just the two of us?

Oh no, he is roughly equivalent to a bystander.

So, we're relying on Lin Sicheng?

No matter how little Jing Zeyang understood, he knew how high the difficulty of restoring "lost ancient scores" was:

It requires a professional team, at least a dozen people, or as many as thirty to fifty: it needs ancient script Experts to conduct literature research and translate ancient scores. It needs Art Researcher to interpret murals and pottery figurines and perform image analysis. It even more needs music historians and epigraphers to analyze the music and dance information in poetry and artifact inscriptions. And it even more needs dance Experts like Professor Li to restore and transform it, provide professional rhythmic parameters, and achieve stage presentation.

And these are just the team configuration; besides having people, it requires massive funding: the capital starts at at least a million, and ten million might not even be enough to sustain it. The research duration is even more massive, ranging from three to five years, or even ten years, and there is no guarantee that results will be produced.

One must check materials and find clues all over the country: tombs, murals, stone carvings, all kinds of Cultural Relics, as well as Museums, libraries, and even folk visits.

Lin Sicheng is doing the opposite; not only is he working behind closed doors, but he doesn't even have a helper?

Jing Zeyang couldn't quite figure it out.

"Of course there is a helper, isn't Professor Li one?"

Lin Sicheng was quite relaxed, "And it's just a trial, to see the effect first, and by the way, help you choreograph the dance... If the effect is good, we will definitely have to reorganize the personnel and redesign the research plan..."

"No... Cousin Lin, just for a trial, it costs five hundred an hour?"

"This is a favor price, otherwise it would be higher!" Lin Sicheng gathered the manuscript paper and put it into his bag, "Don't worry, this money will definitely not be spent in vain!" Jing Zeyang twitched his lips: compared to a professional team of Experts, the research funding of over a million is indeed not high. The problem is, you have to invite the right people. Professor Li is indeed an Expert, but only a dance Expert, not an archaeology or history Expert. If you ask him to help you restore ancient scores, isn't that counterproductive and taking the long way around?

Or are you saying that you alone can equal a whole team: literature research, translating ancient scores, analyzing images, poetry, and stone carvings, you can handle it all? Isn't that nonsense?

No matter how capable Lin Sicheng is, it's impossible for him to know everything...

Just as he was thinking this, Jing Zeyang paused again, remembering what Lin Sicheng had just said: by the way, help you choreograph the dance?

Knowing what he was thinking, Lin Sicheng smiled: "Brother Jing, don't overthink it. I said this money won't be spent in vain, so it definitely won't be. Helping you choreograph is definitely just a side task. Of course, I can definitely help you choreograph it, which can be considered returning a favor. Because no matter what, I borrowed your light..." Jing Zeyang wanted to say something but stopped. After a long while, he sighed again: "It would be better to ask the old Dean to come forward and invite Lan Laotaitai. Although the focus is different, the Editor-in-Chief in the troupe is experienced. At least, the actors are all ready-made..."

Even if it doesn't save much, it could at least save over a hundred thousand...

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Don't worry, I will!"

Although the level is not high, it is at least a central-level organization. It is impossible for the song and dance troupe to watch a professor and student from the Beijing Dance Academy take an astonishing guidance fee and help the troupe choreograph on their own turf.

Even if they just hang their names, they have to send people to participate.

Of course, the troupe leaders can understand, because Lin Sicheng made it very clear: choreography comes later, and restoring ancient scores comes first.

No matter how proud or conceited the song and dance troupe is, they are not arrogant enough to think that their research ability is stronger than that of the Beijing Dance Academy.

What's more, someone has already been entrusted to say hello in advance, so the old lady won't be petty enough to get angry...

While thinking to himself, the two packed up the materials and left the Bian Dao Shi.

Along the way, Jing Zeyang had a twisted face, as if he had a toothache.

Lin Sicheng was thoughtful: "What, worried that it won't be choreographed?"

At this point, how could Jing Zeyang have the energy to worry about that?

The day he patted his chest and signed the military order, he had already prepared himself mentally.

He was worried that Lin Sicheng's money would go down the drain.

Recalling the expression of that Professor Li just now: extremely surprised, unbelievable... looking at Lin Sicheng, it was like looking at a god. One can imagine how high the difficulty of the plan Lin Sicheng designed is?

He sighed, "Cousin Lin, let me share some of it, although I don't have as much money as you."

Why would that be necessary?

Lin Sicheng couldn't help but laugh and put his arm around Jing Zeyang: "Brother Jing, don't worry, I have a secret weapon!"

Jing Zeyang's eyes lit up: "What secret weapon?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "It won't be effective if I say it out!"

Eight years in the Forbidden City, three years in Dunhuang, adding up to eleven years. How many eleven years are there in a person's life?

If you spend eleven years studying one thing with your heart, even if it is very ordinary and you have no talent, you will definitely be able to achieve something. What's more, Lin Sicheng is the type that heaven chases after to feed.

Relying on the memories of his past life, he dare not say that he is definitely better than those authoritative scholars, Experts, or even old artists, but he firmly believes: his ideas and his insights are definitely more advanced than theirs.

What's more, there is a terrifying memory and a massive reserve of knowledge. Therefore, from a certain perspective: he is actually copying from the standard answer. Tang Dynasty Zhezhi techniques, soft dance, Dunhuang Dance, Japan Yue, ancient folk dance... as long as it touches the word "classical," he can copy out a Treasury full of it.

The reason for taking this opportunity to research it at the song and dance troupe and specifically inviting an Expert like Professor Li is actually for one purpose: to be a witness. Those who are not professional dancers are not necessarily unable to restore ancient music and dance scores, and are not necessarily unable to choreograph dances.

By the next time he restores some lost ancient scores, or brings out some stunning works that make people's eyes shine, at least it won't be so shocking and unbelievable.

Accumulating sand into a tower, gathering little into much; if he can restore half of the Great Music in the three ancient scores he has on hand, he will be at the pinnacle of this industry. His word will be final, his words will carry weight, the authority among authorities...

While thinking, the two went downstairs. Jing Zeyang went to get the car, and Lin Sicheng waited on the first floor for a while.

Just as the car was about to pull out and Lin Sicheng had just left the lobby, his phone buzzed.

He glanced at it and answered it: "Teacher's wife!"

"I heard from your teacher that you are at the song and dance troupe, helping Jing Zeyang choreograph?"

"Yes, teacher's wife!"

"That's perfect, our unit also has a task for the Spring Festival, you can help me choreograph one too!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned: what is this?

"No... teacher's wife, are you still in Beijing?"

Ji Wangshu said with justification: "Yes, I am in Beijing, but the performance task was issued to each unit by the Provincial Department in August!"

Impossible.

This is the Provincial Tourism Bureau, not the Radio and Television Bureau or the provincial TV station, which must be on TV on time.

Furthermore, the teacher's wife has always been in charge of art management; when did she get involved with programs?

Just as he was suspicious, another sentence came from the phone: "Lin Sicheng, it's settled then, I'm going to report to the leaders..."

"Teacher's wife, wait..."

Before he could finish, with a "beep," Ji Wangshu hung up the phone.

Lin Sicheng stared straight at his phone: no... what should I do if I can't choreograph it?