Chapter 533

Li Ye circled Old Song twice, looking him over clearly and thoroughly from head to toe.

A high-end, custom-made Fenghua-brand stand-up collar Tang suit adorned Old Song's thin frame, giving him an upright temperament.

His rosy complexion was much better than when he was on the mainland, and his hair actually showed signs of turning black again.

It wasn't the kind of black dyed with chemical pigments; it was truly white hair turning black.

Li Ye glanced into the distance at Old Song's "apprentice and assistant," and his heart began to mutter.

【This old guy, did he really study the *Dongxuan Zi*? How is he getting younger the older he gets?】

Old Song felt his heart crawl with unease under Li Ye's gaze and could only laugh sheepishly, "Zhuangyuan Lang, my current identity isn't very convenient for chatting with you here. How about I treat you to a tour of this Cherry Blossom Country tomorrow or the day after?"

Li Ye tilted his head and glanced at Old Song, asking with a smile, "Oh, what is your identity now, old man?"

Old Song took out a gold-stamped business card and handed it to Li Ye, grinning, "Hehehe, just fooling around, just fooling around."

Li Ye looked at the business card; good heavens, Old Song was now actually the chairman of some "Great Tang Cultural Society," with business items including the Four Treasures of the Study, antique appraisal, cultural exchange, and so on.

No wonder he came over today! It turns out he came to pull in clients and fool around!

Seeing Li Ye pondering while holding the business card, Old Song hurriedly added, "The parent company of this cultural society is a company in Hong Kong, and the major shareholder is you, Zhuangyuan Lang. I'm just taking some pocket money based on the share you gave me back then."

Li Ye glanced at Old Song and said calmly, "Since it's a stall you're running yourself, I can't take the lion's share. You take six, I take four."

"No, no, no," Old Song said immediately, "I'm just a worker. If you really want to steer the ship, it still has to be you, Zhuangyuan Lang. If you really think I'm capable, just add one more share for me, hehehehe."

Li Ye chuckled and nodded in agreement.

A major shareholder doesn't just take money for nothing; when there's really something going on, one must provide sufficient support.

Old Song, this guy, opened a pawnshop in troubled times fifty years ago; how could he not understand this principle?

Old Song saw Li Ye nod and was immediately beaming, feeling that he could live another fifty years.

Li Ye was already very generous, having given him one share; now that he had two, he couldn't spend it all—he couldn't spend it all even if he raised ten assistants.

"Then I'll go first, Zhuangyuan Lang. We'll see tomorrow..."

Old Song was about to leave with a giggle, but suddenly stopped his words and looked at a group of people who had just entered the venue.

Li Ye also looked over and asked, "What's wrong, Old Song? Do you know these people?"

Old Song, with a gloomy face, gave a sinister smile, "I suppose I know them. They might be here to smash the place."

This group of people was truly here to find trouble.

"I'm really sorry, I express doubt about the cultural and historical data you are displaying. The Tang Dynasty did not form an absolute advantage in military power externally, and the process and results of several foreign wars were not as simple as recorded in your materials..."

"According to our multi-faceted research, the reason the Tang army entrenched itself in the Western Regions for hundreds of years was by relying on local alien armed forces..."

"The Battle of Talas was when the Great Tang army lost the support of alien armed forces, leading to a crushing defeat..."

Team Leader Zhou and the others were clearly caught off guard.

For the sake of "friendliness" at this time, the mainland's exhibition materials did not include war history data related to Japan, such as the "Battle of Baekgang."

But now, these people were questioning the history of the Tang Dynasty's Western Regions wars in front of so many guests, which was very impolite.

You prove you're awesome just by saying I'm that pathetic?

"This gentleman, if you want to question the authenticity of historical materials, please bring out real evidence. Do not use this kind of baseless inference to affect the friendship between us."

Because there were cultural relics on display this time, there was a researcher from the Chang'an Museum, Old Wei, in the delegation. Old Wei was a man from the Northwest with a fiery temper, so he immediately stood up to refute.

"Friendship?"

A short, sturdy Japanese man stood to the front and said coldly, "I don't think you are engaged in friendly exchanges; you are conducting cultural aggression against us with fictional history."

"Oh~"

"What is he saying?"

"He said we are being subjected to aggression."

Old Wei's face turned red instantly; the word "aggression" was an eternal pain in the hearts of the people of the country.

He asked angrily, "Who are you people? Why are you spouting nonsense here?"

An old man stood out with a straight face and said arrogantly, "I am Gao Qiao Hejie, the president of the Kyoto Military History Research Association. Whether I am spouting nonsense, you know better than I do..."

"Are these armors and weapons strictly replicated according to your Tang Dynasty military equipment? You are using fake, trashy industrial products to deceive our friendly and kind countrymen,"

"Your movies also use a large number of false plots and shots, causing ideological deception to our audience,"

"And the original author of this movie is even more shamelessly contemptuous of us in the work."

Li Ye, outside the crowd, didn't feel angry about any cultural aggression, because his original intention for making this movie was cultural dissemination.

As for the shameless contempt, that was artistic processing based on historical records; think whatever you want!

Li Ye just asked Old Song in a low voice, "Why are these people here to make trouble?"

Old Song said in a low voice, "There are many reasons. To put it broadly, they don't admit that we were once a powerful country, and they don't admit our historical status in East Asia. To put it narrowly... we snatched their business."

Li Ye said in surprise, "Snatched their business? What do you mean?"

Old Song gave a giggle and explained, "That Military History Research Association also operates house-guarding armor, but what they sell is traditional Japanese *ō-yoroi* and *dō-maru*, which are both ugly and black-priced..."

"Starting last year, the Hong Kong side began to promote mainland armor here, but it had always been strongly resisted by them,"

"But after *Wangxiang Wangxiang Gujun of the Homeland* was released, it was clearly different. In fact, many Japanese people admire our culture; many even believe their ancestors originated from China."

Li Ye suddenly realized; this was hitting their personal interests. Otherwise, how could a country that had dispatched countless envoys to the Tang Dynasty resist the infiltration of Great Tang culture?

"These armors and weapons of ours are strictly replicated according to unearthed documents. This is not just art; it is our history. So, Mr. Gao Qiao, your words just now were very impolite."

Director Xiong was also angry and found an interpreter to scold them.

He had finally understood what Li Ye meant by "film and television peripherals." Today, hundreds of sets of armor had already been pre-ordered; how dare you come to cut off my financial path?

If this weren't in a foreign land, Old Xiong would have jumped over to grab the other party by the collar.

"History?"

Gao Qiao Hejie gave a cold laugh, pointing at the heavy metal armor, "You say this is the standard *mingguang* armor of the Tang army, then may I ask who can fight in 80-jin armor? That's not one person; it's an entire army,"

"Can you Chinese people kill three in and three out in the battle formation wearing this kind of armor? Can you fight hundreds of cavalrymen alone? Can you save your princess and break out of the encirclement?"

Old Xiong didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Because everything Gao Qiao said later were scenes from *Wangxiang Wangxiang Gujun of the Homeland*.

The actors were all wearing props, at most ten-plus jin heavy, so naturally, their movements weren't affected, but the armor on-site was different.

Since it was selling art, how could it use light aluminum alloy? Are you still selling history? You're selling toys.

History must be heavy.

So the armor displayed on-site was very heavy, and the long spears were also very long, adding up to a weight of 80 jin, heavier than the armor recorded in real history.

Wearing this kind of armor, even walking was tiring, let alone killing three in and three out; that had to be the work of Zhao Yun.

Where to find a Zhao Zilong now?

Old Xiong's heart stirred, and he quietly turned his head to look for Li Ye.

But Gao Qiao Hejie turned to the people around him and said, "I watched their movie; it's full of exaggerated, false shots. They are deceiving us. The Zhina people have never been as powerful as in the movie,"

"You should watch our movies; our movies are the real history."

Then Gao Qiao Hejie turned and pointed at the armor art on-site, "These things are not antique replicas; they are fake goods they fabricated, disregarding the facts."

The scene fell into silence, and then it became buzzing and chaotic.

Gao Qiao Hejie's words seemed like unreasonable trouble-making, but after such a scene, everyone on-site had an impression—everything described in the movie was fake, these things were fake, they weren't worth this price at all, and they weren't worth buying.

If you want to explain to them that ancient warriors wearing *mingguang* armor were just fighting in a rigid way and couldn't jump around,

Then what about the fighting in your movie? Isn't it fake?

People on-site were already distributing "real history," and the large promotional pages featured Japanese samurai wearing Japanese-style *ō-yoroi* and *dō-maru*, brandishing samurai swords.

And they also brought several reporters, who were holding cameras and constantly taking pictures. Once a large number of articles mixing truth and falsehood were released, this overseas trip for *Wangxiang Wangxiang Gujun of the Homeland* would be considered ruined.

Zhou Ziyuan was anxious and constantly negotiated with the organizers, hoping the staff could stop these people from making trouble here,

But there were only a few young volunteers from the organizers on-site. They were timid and spoke for a long time, but it all meant one thing—these guys could be traced back to the surviving Imperial Army from '45; ordinary people were afraid of avoiding them, so who would dare to provoke them?

Old Xie couldn't watch anymore and had to stand out and say with restraint, "Mr. Gao Qiao, a movie is an artistic form of expression. The actors in the movie are not real warriors. You cannot infer the untruth of history from this..."

"So, it's still fake!"

Gao Qiao interrupted Old Xie's words and gave a contemptuous laugh, laughing very happily and very insidiously.