In the evening.
At his parents' house.
Zhang Ye came home from work with a heavy heart. Dinner was ready at home.
Mom and Dad were sitting on the sofa watching TV. The TV was discussing the Spring Festival Gala again. This topic had been bombarding them for several days. Mom and Dad were no exception, paying attention to it every day. Zhang Ye's family was a typical traditional family in China. They would celebrate every festival, eat dumplings when it was time to eat dumplings, and eat yuanxiao when it was time to eat yuanxiao. China's traditional festivals were never bad, and it was the same on Lunar New Year's Eve. They would eat their reunion dinner and watch the Spring Festival Gala. This had been a staple for Zhang Ye's family ever since he was born. Therefore, in the hearts of many families and the older generation, the Spring Festival Gala was almost as high as the sky.
"My son is back?"
"Has Old Wu gotten off work?"
"He's not back yet."
"Then I'll give her a call and ask."
"No, don't call. Zeqing is busy with work. She will come back once she's done."
Zhang Ye picked up his cup to drink, but he was thinking about something else.
The TV was broadcasting the news, and the reporters were doing street interviews.
Reporter: "Will you be watching the Spring Festival Gala this year?"
Passerby: "Yes, we will. It's already a habit of my family to watch the Spring Festival Gala on Chinese New Year's Eve. But I'm quite worried now. Didn't the news say that the executive director hasn't been decided yet? Every year at this time, the stage is almost ready, so I'm worried that we won't be able to make it in time. "
Reporter: "Do you have any hopes or suggestions for the Spring Festival Gala?"
Passerby: "I just hope that the program can be more interesting and not always the same. At least it can make our eyes light up, right? Of course, this is something for the executive director to consider. Our suggestions won't help at all. Let's just hope that this year's Spring Festival Gala can find a good director to handle it. Otherwise, if it's like this every year and the viewership ratings get worse every year, I'm afraid that there will come a day when our family won't be able to watch the Spring Festival Gala anymore. "
Zhang Ye felt the pressure was too great. "Mom, change the channel."
"What? I'm watching it." His mother said, "Who do you think will be the executive director of the Spring Festival Gala? Why is there still no news? Aren't they worried? "
His father commented, "It's not easy to decide on a candidate."
His mother said, "Yeah, our country doesn't have many top-notch gala directors."
His father said, "Let's wait for Zeqing to come back and ask her. She should have some news."
His mother nodded. "Yes, they are from the regulatory department. They must know. Our son's program is still waiting to be broadcast on the Spring Festival Gala. I wonder if there's a chance."
Hearing that, Zhang Ye said weakly, "There's no need to ask Old Wu."
"What's wrong?" Mom glanced at him. "You know?"
Zhang Ye drank another mouthful of water, then put down his cup and said, "The Spring Festival Gala's organizing committee approached me about the role of executive director for this year's Central TV Spring Festival Gala, and I accepted it."
The room instantly fell silent!
His mother was stunned. "What did you say?"
Zhang Ye shrugged. "I'm the executive director of this year's Spring Festival Gala."
His father was extremely shocked. "Don't tease me!"
"Why would I joke around? I've already signed the agreement," Zhang Ye said.
The doorbell rang.
"Old Wu, you're back. I'll open the door." Zhang Ye quickly walked over to open the door. It was indeed Wu Zeqing outside. "You've knocked off? Why is it so late? "
Wu Zeqing smiled. "There was a traffic jam."
Zhang Ye said, "It's time to eat."
Wu Zeqing changed her shoes and went into the living room. "Dad, Mom, eh? What's wrong? "
The old couple looked a little surprised.
His mother immediately said, "Zeqing, Little Ye said that he's going to be the executive director of the Spring Festival Gala!"
Wu Zeqing looked at him. "Eh? You accepted it? "
"I accepted it." Zhang Ye was not feeling very calm right now. He didn't even know if he had made the right decision. "Why? You didn't know? "
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "I heard that you were on the shortlist, but I'm not directly in charge of the Spring Festival Gala, so I didn't ask too much."
His father stood up and said loudly, "Son! Are you really going to be the Spring Festival Gala's director? "
Zhang Ye threw up his hands. "It's not that I'm going to be the director. I'm already one."
His mother exclaimed, "Aiyo, this is great news! It's great! This is the Spring Festival Gala we're talking about! The Spring Festival Gala! My son is going to be in charge? "
Zhang Ye said bitterly, "What's so great about it? I'm just afraid that I'll mess it up."
His mother said nonchalantly, "If I mess it up, so be it. At most, I'll just get scolded. What else can they do?"
"Whoa, you make it sound so simple. So you won't be the one getting scolded." Zhang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "In any case, I'm already prepared for the worst. Dad, Mom, Old Wu, alright, let's hurry up and eat. I reckon that today will be my last meal in peace."
On the same night.
The Spring Festival Gala that everyone in the country was paying close attention to finally had a new development. Compared to the common folk, the entertainment world and industry insiders were the first to receive the news!
…
At Ci Xiufang's Skit Studio.
A middle-aged man picked up a phone call and was dumbfounded!
"Ah!"
"Tiger, what's the matter?"
"Lord Hu, what's the matter?"
"Where's Big Sis Ci?"
"Big Sis Ci is studying the script."
"Quickly tell her! The executive director of the Spring Festival Gala has been confirmed! "
"Who is it?"
"It's Zhang Ye!"
…
At the Song and Dance Troupe.
Some of the singers were having a meal together and discussing the Spring Festival Gala. They didn't know how many of them at this table would get a chance to sing on stage this year.
Someone came in from outside.
"Aiyo, you guys are still eating?"
"What's the matter, Teacher Chu?"
"Didn't you guys hear?"
"What did you hear?"
"The executive director has dropped the gavel!"
"What? Who is it? "
"Zhang Ye!"
"Ah!"
…
At the Chinese Folk Arts Troupe.
Tang Dazhang and a few crosstalk actors were studying their scripts.
"This is bad! Something big has happened! "
"What's the big deal?"
"I've just received news that the executive director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, they — they —"
"What about them?"
"They —"
"Tell us!"
"They've invited Zhang Ye!"
"Holy shit!"
"What?"
"Impossible! This is impossible! "
"It's true! The news has already spread! "
"Th-This …"
"It's over! We're finished! "
Tang Dazhang and the other crosstalk actors turned pale!
…
At Grandma Zhang Xia's house.
Chen Guang and Fan Wenli were visiting.
"Hai, I don't even know what to do with the show."
"Let's wait and see. There should be an outcome soon."
"With a new director, will our songs still be able to be performed?"
"It all depends on who the new director is."
At this moment, Zhang Xia's cell phone rang. When she answered, she was stunned. "Alright, I understand. Thank you." After hanging up, she fell into a daze.
Chen Guang asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhang Xia looked at them. "The Spring Festival Gala's executive director has been decided."
Fan Wenli said in surprise, "Who is it?"
Zhang Xia paused for a moment. "Zhang Ye."
Fan Wenli choked on her saliva!
Chen Guang was also dumbfounded. "What?"
…
Overseas.
In the hotel where the film crew was staying, Zhang Yuanqi was taking a bath in the bathroom.
Her manager, Fang Weihong, said, "Sister Zhang."
"What?"
"Are you still planning to appear on this year's Spring Festival Gala?"
"I'll prepare for it when I get back to China. The executive director hasn't been decided yet, right?"
"It's already been decided."
"Oh? Who is it? "
"Haha, you definitely won't be able to guess who it is."
"Who is it?"
"It's Zhang Ye."
…
The industry was shaken!
This news was too shocking!
Nine out of ten industry insiders were dumbfounded when they heard the news!
Zhang Ye?
Zhang Ye?
How could it be him!
Why did they invite this fellow!
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