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For this performance in the capital, Wu Tianji specifically sought out Zhou Wu to discuss whether the plot could be compressed, because when they performed normally in the South China Sea, it was like a storybook, episode by episode.

However, there might not be enough time in the capital. In order to allow His Majesty, the Empress, and the others to enjoy the show all at once, this was the last resort.

“Compressing the plot is fine, but it means sacrificing a lot of the original exciting plot.”

“I know, but this is the only way. We can’t just put on a show like in a theater, one episode a day. How can His Majesty and the Empress have that much time to watch?”

Wu Tianji also spread her hands, indicating her helplessness.

"Yes, that's the only way."

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Even though the plot has been compressed, the performance was still very long, lasting a full hour. The actors had to quickly change props, makeup, and costumes within that hour, causing chaos backstage.

Fortunately, everything turned out alright in the end, and the performance ended smoothly. The rich story content drew enthusiastic applause from the audience.

"If the compressed version of the storyline is this exciting, imagine how amazing it would be if we saw the full-length version in the South China Sea."

Seeing the performance receive recognition and response from everyone, Zhou Wu felt a sense of accomplishment, to be honest.

When he first arrived in this world, his only goal was to survive. As he gradually solved the problem of survival, he began to ponder what his purpose was in coming to this world. Was it really just to live a life of idleness and waiting to die?

To be honest, with the modern knowledge in his mind, it would be very easy for him to live a good life. However, as a dragon, he had many regrets. Although this time was not the same as the previous timeline, there were many similarities. He had already regarded the Great Dragon Empire as the prosperous country of his previous life.

Therefore, he wants to use his own strength to promote the development of the Great Dragon in this world more and faster, to change the Great Dragon Empire in this world, and to make the Great Dragon a great power.

Later, Zhou Wu began to work tirelessly to promote changes in Dalong in his own way. First, he brought in potatoes and corn to solve Dalong's food and clothing problems. Gradually, he brought in firearms and cannons to arm Dalong's military forces. Then, he used taxation and various reforms to increase the income of the country and its people.

Theater performances, simply put, are about watching performances. In reality, it can also be understood as people having solved their basic needs for food and clothing, now seeking a higher level of satisfaction, which is the enjoyment of spiritual and cultural experiences. This is exactly what Zhou Wu is doing now.

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"I heard you wrote 'The Legend of the White Snake'?"

After watching the performance, Li Zheng looked on in disbelief.

"What, are you impressed with me? Don't be shy, there are some people you can never catch up with in your entire life."

Zhou Wu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly trying to put on an air of superiority, but Li Zheng did not do as he wished.

"I must say this story is indeed quite good, but I never expected that someone as ruthless as you could write something so effeminate."

"Damn, what do you mean?"

Zhou Wu was certain that Li Zheng was being arrogant because his father and mother were there and he didn't dare to beat him up.

However, Li Zheng seemed to have forgotten that Zhou Wu had always been a petty and vengeful person.

"Hehe, I don't believe you don't know about the South China Sea."

Zhou Wu whispered something in Li Zheng's ear, which sent a chill down Li Zheng's spine. How could he forget that this bastard was a vengeful person? He was doomed.

"Hehe, look at you, I was just joking, why are you so easily amused?"

I don't know if it's because he's been in the South China Sea for too long, but Li Zheng's originally cold personality has become like Zhou Wu's, changing in an instant. What is face anyway? Isn't it just something to be thrown away? It's better than suffering physical pain.

"Too late, hehe."

Li Zheng finally realized he was afraid, which pleased Zhou Wu greatly.

After the performance, the theater staff had to leave the palace immediately, while Zhou Wu had to continue accompanying the emperor and other officials to the banquet.

Zhou Wu originally wanted to sneak away, but the Emperor Emeritus kept a close eye on him, preventing him from finding any opportunity.

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The next day, Zhou Wu didn't wake up until almost noon.

"Damn it, that old man, the Emperor Emeritus, despite his age, is still quite good at staying up all night."

Last night, not only did he stay up late, but the Emperor Emeritus also secretly conspired with several princes to trick Zhou Wu into drinking alcohol. You should know that the wine served in the palace now is not the rice wine or green ant wine of the past, but the genuine high-proof liquor Niu Lan Shan.

Several old men took turns approaching Zhou Wu, and Zhou Wu couldn't refuse. In the end, he was carried away. At the last moment, Zhou Wu still vaguely remembered the old face of the retired emperor, whose wrinkles were trembling with happiness.

When Zhou Wu arrived at the courtyard, he saw Wu Tianji and the others packing their things.

"Are you getting ready to go back already?"

Zhou Wu had said he would go to the South China Sea after the performance, but he didn't expect Wu Tianji and the others to be so enthusiastic.

"I've been out for quite a few days now, I need to hurry back, there are still many theaters to go."

Wu Tianji has now completely immersed herself in the role, and has performances scheduled almost every day.

"My lord, the angel has arrived."

Just as the two were chatting, the maid rushed in to report.

"Oh, I guess His Majesty's rewards for you have arrived."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the theater was overjoyed. Ordinary people would never even dream of seeing the emperor, let alone receiving a reward. In this era, receiving a reward from the emperor was definitely a glorious achievement.

Everyone knelt down, listening to the angel's message.

"The South China Sea Theater, headed by Director Wu Tianji... is hereby awarded a grand prize of ten thousand taels of gold and bestowed with the plaque 'The First Drama Troupe of the Great Dragon,' by imperial decree."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Wu Tianji, who was born in a brothel, never imagined, nor dared to imagine, that she would have such an honor in her life.

After receiving their reward, the group boarded a ship returning to the South China Sea.

Everyone was overjoyed, not only for the bountiful harvest rewards, but more importantly for the glory they received—a plaque personally bestowed by the emperor. It was a plaque personally recognized by the emperor as the number one in the Great Dragon Theater Troupe. With this plaque, even if various drama troupes appeared in other places, the honor of being number one would always belong to the South China Sea Drama Troupe.

"Thank you so much this time."

"no need thank me?"

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have received His Majesty's reward."

"Don't even mention it, I'm so embarrassed. Ten thousand gold pieces? And a plaque? That's too stingy."

"You can't say that. This is an honor, especially the plaque. Even if you offered ten thousand gold pieces, I wouldn't trade it for it."