Chapter 736 - 369: Hanfu is the Appearance, Inherited Skills are the Substance

Chapter 736: Chapter 369: Hanfu is the Appearance, Inherited Skills are the Substance

’Given the situation, does he even have a conscience? The answer is obvious.’

’One of the tumbler performers has already fallen prey. How long until the other one does, too?’

’She’s really become a pimp.’

’And what about the Campus Goddess event? All those pure, beautiful girls... Who knows if they’ll be able to escape the same fate when the time comes.’

’Can’t a single popular artist under her management stay clean?’

’Among those campus girls, there’s one named Gao Qian who’s still in high school. She’s only sixteen.’

’She should be safe. The boss can’t be *that* much of a monster.’

’Well, she’ll at least be safe and clean for two years.’

’That girl is so beautiful and pure. But who knows if she’ll still be safe two years from now, when she’s eighteen.’

For the rest of the day, Chen Jincheng and his group contacted and watched the remaining traditional craft performances. Each craft possessed its own unique beauty and a distinct appeal.

That was why, in his previous life, these traditional crafts could flourish in various places and tourist attractions, drawing in countless visitors.

Now, using his foreknowledge, he had gathered all these crafts into a single city, creating a truly stunning effect.

This move had essentially cornered the market, preventing other places from developing in the same way. Any attempt at imitation would be a pale shadow of the real thing. Besides, no other city could offer an ancient city on the scale of Jinglan City.

Those with an ancient city likely didn’t have one this large.

Those with a large one probably didn’t have the added boons of Hanfu and a Hanfu Outing Day, nor could they afford to gather so many traditional craft performances. And they certainly didn’t have this level of fame.

Once that fame was solidified, Jinglan City would be the first place people thought of.

You could say Jinglan City had been given a massive buff.

Finally, the group arrived at the last traditional craft performance: striking iron flowers.

This was another one of the most famous and popular traditional crafts to emerge after the World Cup promotions.

The performers would strike the molten iron, sending sparks flying into the sky. The resulting explosion of color was more brilliant than any firework and impossible to describe with words.

Because striking iron flowers posed some danger to the audience, Vice Director Fu and his team had specially arranged for the performance to be held in a large public square.

Moreover, it wasn’t just one person performing, but a full team of three.

The crucial difference from what he remembered from his past life was that these performers didn’t rely solely on manual strength to strike the molten iron into the sky. Instead, they were using modern tools.

Fu Zhan smiled and explained, "Mr. Chen, it wasn’t easy finding them. Weili and I investigated several families that have passed down the intangible cultural heritage of striking iron flowers. Only this group has kept up with the times, incorporating modern elements. But in doing so, they’ve made the art of striking iron flowers burst forth with even more magnificent splendor than before."

Chen Jincheng nodded.

Traditional crafts didn’t have to be a rigid copy of ancient methods. Sometimes, keeping up with the times was what allowed a craft to burst forth with even greater vitality.

Take the fire pot performance from earlier. In ancient times, they couldn’t have produced such towering flames because protective equipment was inadequate, especially for the eyes.

By modernizing, with better protection and goggles for their eyes, they could create those sky-high flames and remain safely within them.

It was the same with striking iron flowers. If modernizing with better techniques could make the display even more dazzling, then it was perfectly justifiable.

After a few moments of preparation, the three master performers began. They walked to the center and got into position.

All eyes were fixed on them.

In that instant, countless sparks bloomed in the night. Golden embers scattered densely in every direction, filling the sky like a canopy of stars, like the very fire of life suffusing the entire area.

For a moment, the square seemed to transform into a domain of fire, captivating everyone who watched.

President Lei, Sister Hong, and the others subconsciously gaped.

The earlier fire pot performance had been stunning, but this display of striking iron flowers was even more magnificent. Such a craft was truly a mesmerizing treasure.

Chen Jincheng was also gaping in astonishment. It was just as he’d expected—countless times more brilliant than anything he had seen in his previous life.

Truly, this modernization had allowed the art of striking iron flowers to display even greater vitality.

"Did you get that on camera?" Chen Jincheng immediately asked Lao Chen.

"Got it," Lao Chen nodded at once. The impact of that moment was so powerful it felt breathtaking even just watching it on the screen. A scene like this was an absolute showstopper, the ultimate trump card among all the traditional crafts being promoted online.

He immediately sent the video to Xiaohai for editing.

In truth, the footage didn’t even need editing; it could be used as is. So, while Chen Jincheng and the others, still hungry for more, began exploring the other functional areas of Jinglan City, the video was already being uploaded to the internet.

The previous traditional craft videos had already earned widespread praise. Coupled with the endorsement from that highly respected old master, everyone knew that Chen Jincheng was quietly promoting these cultural treasures.

Now, with the appearance of the video showcasing the art of striking iron flowers, the excitement reached its peak. More and more clout-chasing influencers and reporters jumped on the bandwagon, showering the traditional crafts with praise.

Likewise, Chen Jincheng himself became an object of that praise.

The resulting effect was that those who had already bought Hanfu were now more eager than ever to visit Jinglan City.

One could just imagine it: spending the day in Hanfu, wandering through an Ancient City filled with others dressed the same, as if traveling back in time. Then, as night fell, watching these traditional craft performances—what a blissful experience that would be.

The capabilities of netizens could be wildly unpredictable. Sometimes, you could ask them to come up with a single eloquent phrase, and they couldn’t even manage to squeeze out a fart.