On New Year's Eve.
Every household in the country was decorated with lanterns and streamers.
Spring couplets.
Firecrackers.
Red lanterns.
This was the Lunar New Year in China, the most lively and festive day of the year for the Chinese. Wanderers returned home, families reunited, firecrackers were set off, and they shared this beautiful day.
At his parents' house.
His mother was beaming as she stuck the character "Fu" on the door.
Several neighbors passed by.
"Yo, these words are really beautiful."
"Of course, my son wrote it in advance."
"Little Ye's calligraphy is really good."
"Haha, it's alright."
"Where's your son and daughter-in-law?"
"They won't be coming back today. They've gone to serve the people."
"Right, the entire Spring Festival Gala is waiting for your son to handle."
"Don't forget to watch the Spring Festival Gala tonight."
"Isn't that obvious? I won't watch anyone else's Spring Festival Gala, but Little Ye's Spring Festival Gala must be watched. I'll turn on both my televisions at home to help Little Ye increase the viewership ratings. "
"We are old neighbors after all!"
"Haha, I will definitely support it."
…
On the street.
The firecrackers exploded.
The passersby's faces were filled with joy.
"It's finally a holiday."
"Let's hurry home and make dumplings."
"Where are we going tonight?"
"What else can we do? Have a reunion dinner with our family and watch the Spring Festival Gala."
"You really want to see it? I haven't watched it in years. "
"I really want to see it. This year's Spring Festival Gala has gotten a new leader, so I'm rather looking forward to Zhang Ye's Spring Festival Gala debut. At the very least, I have to see how things turn out, right?"
"That's true. I'll take a look too."
…
At a fireworks store.
A few students bought firecrackers and came out.
"Play it at night?"
"Play it now. I don't have time tonight."
"Where are you going?"
"Snatch the work dedication card!"
"Damn, how could I forget about this!"
"I'm just missing the work dedication card!"
"Me too. Zhang Ye is such a scammer!"
"Right, we'll watch the Spring Festival Gala at night and snatch red packets and work dedication cards. If we manage to snatch one, we'll be rich. I heard that not many people have collected the five cards of fortune!"
…
At a certain newspaper agency.
"Old Li, are you on duty today?"
"Yes."
"You've worked hard tonight."
"It's fine, I can watch the Spring Festival Gala with the editorial department."
"The program list hasn't changed?"
"It hasn't changed. It's still the same. That's why I don't believe it. I really don't believe that Zhang Ye can come up with a four-hour program. I want to see for myself!"
"Yeah, all the media in the country are curious about this."
"There was no news about the first and second Spring Festival Gala rehearsals either?"
"No, this year's Spring Festival Gala has been too secretive. It's completely different from the previous years. During the rehearsals, there were no media or audience representatives arranged, so other than the Spring Festival Gala production team, no one knew what was going on. Only the Central TV reporters were allowed to enter the two rehearsals."
"Why are you acting so mysterious? What are you trying to do?"
"We'll find out tonight."
…
In a certain house.
"Mom."
"Hey, daughter."
"What time does the Spring Festival Gala start?"
"Eight o 'clock sharp. It's still early."
"Aiya, I can't wait."
"Why?"
"I want to see Zhang Ye, Zhang Yuanqi, Liu Guo, and Sun Mian. They're all celebrities that I like!"
"Daughter, it's best that you don't get your hopes up too high. Zhang Ye has never directed a large-scale gala before, nor have I ever heard of a small-scale gala before. So we still don't know how he'll do. If this Spring Festival Gala blows up, many industry insiders are saying that this might very well be the last Spring Festival Gala."
"Surely not?"
"That's what they're saying anyway."
"No, Zhang Ye must have a way to revive the Spring Festival Gala. Teacher Zhang has never disappointed anyone before! He can do what others can't! "
"You're such a little fan."
"Heehee."
…
Online.
"Comrades, it's time to gather!"
"It's almost time for the Spring Festival Gala. Let's roast it together tonight!"
"Haha, you're coming this year too?"
"Of course!"
"Where's the flamers? Hurry up and report in! "
"Let's do a headcount!"
"But Zhang Ye isn't leading the Spring Festival Gala this year!"
"That's right, it was Zhang Ye who led the Spring Festival Gala last year. But this fellow ended up directing it himself this year. Hahahaha, why am I gloating so much!"
"He deserves it! Serves him right! Brothers, don't stand on ceremony with Teacher Zhang! "
"Alright, there's no need for Zhang Ye to lead the Spring Festival Gala this year. It's our turn to ridicule him together!"
"Pfft, you guys are too sarcastic. Old Tiger, Old Donkey, aren't you guys Zhang Ye's hardcore fans?"
"It's precisely because we're hardcore fans that we can't bring disgrace to the glorious tradition that Zhang Ye has personally left behind."
"Zhang Ye definitely didn't expect this day to come, hahaha!"
"I'm here!"
"Flamer # 1 reporting in!"
"Count me in too!"
…
Or Old.
Or Young.
Or Male.
Or Female.
The final countdown to the Spring Festival Gala!
The eyes of the entire world's Chinese population focused on it!
Scolding? Criticism? At this moment, they could basically no longer be seen. Firstly, it had been a long time and everyone was tired of questioning. Secondly, this was also the charm of the Spring Festival. This was a day that could change the mood and mentality of the Chinese people. A lot of people had been scolding and complaining about Zhang Ye's directing of the Spring Festival Gala. But now that it was really Lunar New Year's Eve, listening to the firecrackers outside and seeing their children and grandchildren at home, no matter how much of a temper they had, it was all gone.
They could only watch in silence.
Let's see what Zhang Ye could do with the Spring Festival Gala.
There were still ten hours left.
There were still eight hours left.
There were still six hours left.
…
At Central TV.
In Broadcasting Studio 1.
As the time neared, the pressure on the Spring Festival Gala's production team was getting greater.
For example, Ha Qiqi had been carrying her shoulders since this morning. She looked very nervous.
Zhang Zuo, Little Wang, and the others weren't any better. Even though they had traveled extensively with Zhang Ye and had weathered countless storms, they still couldn't withstand this pressure. This was not a variety show, but a live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. The entire world's Chinese population was watching them!
No pressure?
No nervousness?
That would be bullsh * t!
"Where's my cell phone? Where's my cell phone? "
"It's in your hands."
"Ah."
"Everyone, don't panic."
"But my heart has been pounding since this morning."
"With Director Zhang around, it'll be fine!"
Zhang Ye was the calmest person here. Actually, it wasn't that he was really calm, but that he knew very well that anyone could panic at a time like this except for him. He was the executive director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, so he had to keep things under control. So he looked at everyone.
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Old Ha, Old Zuo, is there a need to be like this?"
Ha Qiqi wiped away her sweat. "But I can't help feeling nervous! I'm just afraid that … that something bad might happen. What are we going to do? We'll be sinners to our nation! "
Zhang Ye was amused. "What needs to be done has been done. What needs to be prepared has been prepared. If it really causes a power outage, a building collapse, or a tsunami, that's not something we can do anything about." Turning his head, he saw a Central TV Spring Festival Gala assistant director sitting there calmly. It looked like he was eating something. Zhang Ye couldn't help but point at him in admiration. "Look at Old Han. He's indeed a veteran who has participated in three Spring Festival Galas. He doesn't panic in the face of danger and even knows to replenish his energy and eat something in advance. We youngsters should all learn from him.
Old Han's body stiffened as he turned around in surprise. "Ah? Who called me? "
Zhang Ye was taken aback. Only then did he see what he was holding in his hands. "Old Han, what are you eating?"
Old Han said, "It's a quick-acting cardio-reliever pill. I'm too nervous, so I need it to lift my spirits."
Zhang Ye: "…"
Ha Qiqi: "Pfft!"
Zhang Zuo: "Hahahaha!"
Little Wang was also cramping up from laughing!
Old Han asked, "What's the matter? What did you call me for? "
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "It's nothing. Carry on eating."
Old Han nodded. "OK."
Hai!
This bunch of people!
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