Later that morning.
Everyone at the studio got to work.
Zhang Ye did not idle around either. He started writing a script.
Singing?
Performing crosstalk?
Or performing a skit?
He kept deleting and revising as he worked hard at it.
In the end, Zhang Ye could not make up his mind, so he decided to call his old partner, Yao Jiancai, over.
When Old Yao came, Zhang Ye pulled him to sit down and handed him a crosstalk script. "I've roughly written it out. What do you think of this?"
Yao Jiancai still did not understand what was going on. "Why?"
"Take a look first," Zhang Ye urged.
When Yao Jiancai saw it, he was stunned. He finally realized why Zhang Ye was writing a crosstalk script at a time like this? What performances and galas would be happening soon?
The answer was too obvious!
Old Yao was dumbfounded. "Holy shit! You want to go on the Spring Festival Gala? "
Zhang Ye threw up his hands. "Is there a need to be so surprised?"
"How is this not surprising!" Yao Jiancai said in surprise.
Zhang Ye said, "Let me correct you. It's not that I want to go on the Spring Festival Gala, it's the two of us." With a pause, he smacked his lips and said, "But this script is a little too frivolous and not suitable for the Spring Festival Gala's stage. But I can also perform a more formal crosstalk, but that's not our style. Why don't we do a skit instead?"
Yao Jiancai interrupted, "Don't talk about what we're going to do first. Can you even get on it?"
"I couldn't in the past, but it's different now," Zhang Ye said with a smile.
Yao Jiancai was taken aback. Then he understood. "Oh yeah, I nearly forgot!"
"Haha, are you coming or not?"
"Of course! How can I not do something as good as this! "
"Then it's settled."
"Are you really trying to make it to the S-list?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, this old bro here will lend you a helping hand!"
The final step of the "Reach the Summit" plan was to appear on Central TV's Spring Festival Gala!
As an A-list celebrity, there weren't many people who had not appeared on Central TV's Spring Festival Gala before. Zhang Ye was one of them, but this did not mean that he would never appear on the Spring Festival Gala. It was just that the opportunity had not presented itself in the past. In recent years, no matter how many people had scolded, ridiculed, or criticized Central TV's Spring Festival Gala, it was still the biggest stage in the country. Be it A Bite of China, Masked, The Voice, or I Am a Singer, none of the shows that Zhang Ye had done before had even a fraction of the viewership ratings of the other shows. The viewership ratings of those shows combined still could not match that of the Spring Festival Gala. This was because they were not on the same level. In the entire country, or even the entire world, there wasn't another stage that was bigger than China's Spring Festival Gala!
This was the Spring Festival Gala!
It was the only one in the entire world!
In the past, when the studio came up with the "Reach the Summit" plan, they did not consider the feasibility or practicality of it. Zhang Ye had told them to come up with a plan as they pleased and to be more daring. In the end, they came up with this plan. At that time, the relationship between Zhang Ye and Central TV was still very strained and they were still fighting it out with each other. Central TV had banned him. Not to mention letting Zhang Ye appear on the Spring Festival Gala, even if Zhang Ye went to the entrance of Central TV, he would be rolled his eyes. Therefore, no one in the studio initially thought that the "Reach the Summit" plan, which was the most difficult and final step, could be achieved.
Who could have expected that things would take a turn for the better in just a few months?
Central TV had made a change in leadership!
Zhang Ye appeared on News Simulcast!
All signs pointed to the fact that the relationship between Zhang Ye and Central TV was breaking through!
And most importantly, Zhang Ye had married a leader of the SARFT. This made the situation even more delicate. Disregarding everything else, the ban was clearly nonsense. So when they calmed down and thought about it, at this moment, Zhang Ye really did have a chance of appearing on this year's Spring Festival Gala. In fact, he even had a very good chance of doing so. The executive director for this year's Spring Festival Gala had also been decided. It was Director Li Ke, one of the top three directors in the domestic film industry. Zhang Ye knew him and had quite a good relationship with him. The two of them had worked together once at the Olympics opening ceremony, and Li Ke had also attended his wedding.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
This was probably the closest Zhang Ye had ever gotten to appearing on the Spring Festival Gala!
If he wanted to get into the S-list, how could he not appear on the Spring Festival Gala? Therefore, this was the final step of the "Reach the Summit" plan. It was also Zhang Ye's attempt to break into the S-list!
Noon.
A call came in.
It was Ha Qiqi who answered. After a few words, she hung up. Old Ha announced excitedly, "Comrades, the Spring Festival Gala's production team has officially sent an invitation to Director Zhang!"
"Ah!"
"That's great!"
"We've really struck it rich!"
"I knew it!"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Then let's try our best to get the show done by today."
"Alright!"
"Got it!"
Everyone was full of enthusiasm!
Dong Shanshan also came over.
Zhang Ye waved at her. "Shanshan, hurry up. It's time to check the book!"
Dong Shanshan laughed and said, "Are you serious?"
"I really am!" Zhang Ye said.
Yao Jiancai said, "The Spring Festival Gala's production team has already invited Zhang Ye."
Dong Shanshan shrugged. "Alright then. It would be too embarrassing if we get eliminated."
Zhang Ye was at a loss for words, "Old classmate, can you have a little more confidence in me? How could a skit written by this bro be bad? "
Dong Shanshan grinned and said, "You mean the one who rejected prostitution, gambling, and table tennis at Beijing TV's Spring Festival Gala? Haven't you been scolded enough? "
"That was a special situation. I'll write it well this time." Zhang Ye cleared his throat.
Yao Jiancai also said happily, "Come on, Shanshan."
Dong Shanshan said, "Alright then."
This year's Spring Festival Gala's executive director had been delayed for a long time before it was decided. The main reason was that no one was willing to take on this hot potato. In the end, it was Li Ke who took over the role. At this moment, it also meant that the list of acts would slowly be formed. The acts from all over the country would be sent in batches and then slowly screened. There was still quite a bit of time before the Spring Festival Gala, but the preparatory work had already begun. The countdown to the Spring Festival Gala had already begun!
…
At a crosstalk troupe.
"Old Tang, the script isn't good enough!"
"Hai, keep writing."
"Little Sun, you guys write another version."
"It's already been a month, but there's not even a passable version?"
"Everyone, let's work harder! The acts are already being sent in! "
…
At a dance school.
"Do it again!"
"This won't do, do it again!"
"Little He, what are you doing!"
"Little Sun, how many times do I have to tell you? Your movements are too soft! "
"What kind of stage is the Spring Festival Gala? You've already practiced for half a year, but these two dances are still not up to standard! Let me tell you, if you can do it, then do it. If you can't do it, then come down and replace me with someone else! "
…
At a skit actor's house.
"What about the script!"
"This won't do, I can't write it."
"We're almost out of time."
"Give me another half a month. I'll come up with a version even if I die!"
"Can you finish writing it in half a month?"
"I'll definitely finish it this time!"
"Alright!"
…
For a performance.
Some people prepared for three months.
Some people prepared for half a year.
There were even some people who prepared for a full year.
This was Central TV's Spring Festival Gala, a stage where the competition was the cruelest. Everyone was trying their best to get on the Spring Festival Gala's stage, and even then, it wasn't guaranteed that they would be chosen.
However, at Zhang Ye's Studio, the situation was completely different!
The scripts here were simply too simple!
It was so simple that it was scary!
One after another!
One after another!
Later that afternoon.
"Old Yao, what do you think of this script?"
"Ah? Another one? "
"Yeah, have a look at it!"
"It's good — I've finished reading it. It's really good! It's great! "
"Shanshan, what do you think?"
"It's not as good as the last one."
"Is that so? Then I'll write another one. "
"Ah? You're still going to write one? "
"Yeah, it has to be something that everyone agrees with!"
"Th-This is already good enough."
From morning until now, in just a few hours, Zhang Ye had written two crosstalk scripts and six skit scripts. Furthermore, to the staff of Zhang Ye's Studio, Yao Jiancai, and Dong Shanshan, all of them were amazing works. Each of them was at the level of a Spring Festival Gala. But even now, they did not know which one to choose because they were all too fucking good to choose from!
In the blink of an eye, he had written another one in 10 minutes!
Little Wang exclaimed, "This one is good!"
Ha Qiqi said anxiously, "Aiya, actually, the third one is not bad!"
Zhang Zuo disagreed. "I like the fourth skit script!"
Tong Fu said anxiously, "Director Zhang, use the fifth one. It's such a classic!"
By the end of writing, Zhang Ye was also exhausted.
He sighed and lamented, "In the past, when people said that writing scripts for the Spring Festival Gala was too tiring and difficult, I didn't believe them. But now, I finally believe them."
Everyone almost spat out a mouthful of blood when they heard this!
Yao Jiancai called out to him, "Zhang 'er."
Zhang Ye turned around. "What?"
Yao Jiancai stared at him. "Can you stop posturing?"
Zhang Ye said in surprise, "How am I posturing?"
Dong Shanshan rolled her eyes. "If anyone else were to hear what you just said, they would probably die of anger!"
Zhang Ye did not understand. "What's the matter? I'm really tired. I've already written eight or nine scripts! "
Ha Qiqi: "…"
Zhang Zuo: "…"
Little Wang: "…"
Other people had fucking worked for several months to write a script that still did not pass. They had to repeatedly edit and revise dozens of times just for a script!
But you've already written eight or nine scripts in just a few hours!
You're still tired?
Isn't it easy for you?
Then wouldn't others die?!
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