With the script settled, Zhang Ye shouted to the people outside. Everyone was called over!
More than a dozen people from the Spring Festival Gala production team were waiting for Zhang Ye's instructions. The station heads and the executive director of Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala, Chang Xiaoliang, had already instructed everyone in the production team to listen to Zhang Ye's instructions. All the departments of Beijing Television were to fully cooperate with Zhang Ye. If necessary, they did not even need to consult Chang Xiaoliang and the others. They just had to try their best to get Zhang Ye, Dong Shanshan, and the others to come up with the skit to save the show!
Zhang Ye asked anxiously, "Who's in charge of the props?"
"Teacher Zhang, please tell us!" A person stood up.
Zhang Ye said, "I want an office set, a table, chairs, and a sofa!"
That person jotted it down as he listened. "No problem!"
"And these, I've written them all on this." Zhang Ye handed him a piece of paper.
That person took it from him and looked at it. He was taken aback. "This is?"
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Don't ask. Just prepare according to what I've written. These props are very important, so make sure they're done well!"
That person immediately said, "Alright, I'll definitely do it well!"
"What about the costumes?" Zhang Ye asked again.
"Here!" A man and a woman stood up.
Zhang Ye said, "I need these kinds of clothes and something like this." He handed them a list of the costumes and gave them some instructions. Then he said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"
Everyone received the order and hurriedly went to prepare. Almost everyone ran in and out. Time was getting shorter and shorter, and no one was not anxious!
They closed the door.
The room was quiet again. There was no need to disturb them.
"Old Yao, you don't have a lot of lines, but there are a few technical points that I need to explain to you first. For example, here, your tone can't be too heavy, it has to be more casual. And here, your expressions have to keep up. I'll demonstrate it to you once. Yes, that's about it … Shanshan, you have the most lines, so whether this skit succeeds will depend on you. For example, here, here, and here, you have to pay attention to your emotions. You can't speak too fast, and you can't speak too slowly in certain areas … Also, a skit is different from acting. When we stand on the stage, we have to stand closer to the audience. We can't have our backs or our faces facing the camera … Come on, let's go through our lines first!"
The three of them started to study and polish it over and over again!
Suddenly, a call came in.
Zhang Ye immediately hung up!
Dong Shanshan said: "He turned off his cell phone."
"I forgot." Just as Zhang Ye was about to switch off his phone, his phone rang again.
Zhang Ye still picked it up and said, "Who is it? I'm in a hurry right now. If you have something to do, you can … "
A frail middle-aged man's voice came from the other side. "I'm Qu Haiying."
Zhang Ye was stunned, "Aiyo, Teacher Qu?"
Yao Jiancai and Dong Shanshan were also slightly taken aback as they looked over.
"Aren't you hospitalized? Why are you still calling! "Zhang Ye said worriedly.
On the other end of the line, Qu Haiying said, "I really can't hold on any longer here. Teacher Little Zhang, I've heard everything from the production team. I'm sorry for the trouble."
Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "You're welcome, you're welcome!"
After a moment of silence, Qu Haiying suddenly said, "The finale skit … I'm counting on you!"
When Zhang Ye heard this, he suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulders increase. He said seriously, "Teacher Qu, just focus on your treatment. I'll take care of things here. Leave it to me, don't worry!"
Qu Haiying said, "Thank you!"
After hanging up, Zhang Ye said with a wry smile, "This time, we can only succeed. Teacher Qu just called and entrusted the skit to us!"
Yao Jiancai said, "Let's give it our all!"
Dong Shanshan said helplessly, "We've really gone overboard this time!"
Zhang Ye said firmly, "Even if we have to go all out, we still have to do it!"
… …
There were only 40 minutes left until the time to go on stage!
The people from Beijing Television were also feeling very unsettled!
"There's no time left!"
"How are things going now?"
"I heard that they've already gone to prepare the props!"
"Aiyo, will we still be able to make it in time?"
"Just what will the script for the skit look like?"
"I don't know. No one has seen the script yet. Director Chang probably doesn't know either!"
"I think they're rehearsing right now, so no one dares to disturb them!"
"What script? It's already pretty good that they can save the show. How can you expect Zhang Ye to come up with a good skit within an hour? It would already be pretty good if he could even go on stage and perform! "
"We don't even know if we can make it in time!"
"We can only depend on Teacher Zhang!"
"That's right. Whether or not we can survive this round all depends on Teacher Zhang Ye!"
Chang Xiaoliang was directing the live broadcast at the venue, but his mind was not on it.
Hu Fei was pacing around anxiously!
Hou Ge, Dafei, and the others were praying silently!
The program team's staff were also very anxious, but they couldn't help much. They could only try their best to at least prepare the props and costumes that Zhang Ye had requested. This was the only thing they could do now!
… …
Another program had finished broadcasting!
There were still 30 minutes left on the countdown!
At home.
His maternal grandma asked, "When will Little Ye be coming home?"
His first aunt said, "He should be home soon, right?"
"That might not be the case." His father was watching Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala and said, "Didn't Mengmeng just say that something has happened at the television station?"
His third sister said with a cheeky smile, "That has nothing to do with my brother. In any case, my brother has already completed his mission perfectly. No, he has outdone himself!"
His eldest younger sister nodded. "Our brother was too awesome today!"
… …
There were still 20 minutes left on the countdown!
The discussions continued on the Internet!
"The other provincial stations' Spring Festival Galas have also exploded!"
"Yeah, this show at Zhejiang Television is really quite good! It's getting even more popular again! "
"It's true that Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala won't be able to compete with them anymore!"
"Hai, what a pity."
"I'm still watching Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala. I think it's pretty good."
"What's so good about it? Qu Haiying won't be appearing and the finale skit is also gone. I was most looking forward to watching Zhang Ye and Yao Jiancai's crosstalk and Qu Haiying's skit. 'Everything is Great' made me so happy and satisfied, but the finale skit is gone now? Then what else is there to watch! Time to change the channel! "
"I'm changing the channel too."
"Yeah, there's really nothing to look forward to!"
"I've been watching Beijing Television all this while. I want to see how they're going to save the day!"
"Yeah, I'm also wondering who they're going to get to replace them!"
"Who else can it be? They don't have anyone left!"
"Teacher Qu's skit is a unique style. It has a very distinct style and has always been very good to watch. Who can replace Teacher Qu?! No one has the popularity or the ability to do so! "
… …
There were still 10 minutes left!
The industry insiders' attention was also focused on this.
"It's going to start soon, right?"
"How is it going to be resolved? Can it be resolved? "
"I don't know. There's no news about it!"
"Looks like it's over. If there's really an accident during the live broadcast, then just wait to be punished!"
"This year's Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala has fallen short of success!"
Some people at Central TV were also watching Beijing Television.
Especially those from the Central TV Spring Festival Gala production team. They hated Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala to the core. Back during the rehearsals for Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala, Zhang Ye and Yao Jiancai had performed a satirical crosstalk routine on Central TV's Spring Festival Gala. They even called it "I Want to Get on the Spring Festival Gala"? At that time, it caused a lot of fans to question Central TV's Spring Festival Gala. They firmly believed that the reason why Central TV's Spring Festival Gala had been ridiculed and cursed by so many people was all because of Zhang Ye's crosstalk routine at Beijing Television. So now that something had happened to Beijing Television, many of them were gloating over it.
"Retribution!"
"This time, it's enough to make them suffer!"
"Let's see what they can do!"
"Right now, no one can help Beijing Television anymore!"
Chen Ye was also watching Beijing Television.
Jiang Naixiong, Jiang Yuan, and Xu Yipeng were also watching.
Central TV Department 14's Director Yan Tianfei was also very concerned about the situation. He wanted to give Zhang Ye a call to ask about the situation, but unfortunately, Zhang Ye's cell phone was switched off.
There were only five minutes left!
As the time approached, what was surprising was that more and more people were tuning in to Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala. Even many of the loyal viewers of Liaoning Television and Mango Television had tuned in to Beijing Television. It was not for any other reason but purely because they wanted to see the chaos and excitement!
At this moment, the entire country was watching!
No one knew what would happen at Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala!
Would the live broadcast be interrupted?
Would it end early?
Or would it be the hosts apologizing?
Counting down to one minute!
The final act before the finale skit had also ended!
Countless people from all over the country were staring straight at their televisions, staring at Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala!
"It's starting!"
"It's starting!"
"Will the live broadcast be interrupted?"
"It's finally here!"
"Eh?"
"Strange, why isn't Dong Shanshan on the language segment stage?"
"I don't know. She hasn't been around since just a while ago!"
"Why did they switch out during the live broadcast?"
"Who knows what's going on? Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala is really one mess after another!"
"Don't talk anymore. Look!"
"We're just waiting for the hosts to announce it!"
...
Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala.
At the live broadcast of the language segment.
The audience sitting offstage also had worried looks on their faces. The matter had blown up so much that everyone at the venue already knew about it. At this moment, they were just like the people in front of their televisions from all over the country, staring unblinkingly at the male host onstage and the female host who had just replaced them!
However, no one could have expected that the two hosts of Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala would not have any strange expressions on their faces. Instead, they were still smiling!
The male host laughed and said, "The acrobatics just now really made me nervous!"
The female host laughed and said, "How is that considered nervous?"
"Oh?" The male host looked at her.
The female host pointed to the side. "What's really making me nervous is at the back. Look, those people who just left not too long ago have returned for some reason!"
The male host also looked over with a smile. "Is that so?"
The female host said, "Next, please enjoy the skit — 'Playing to Your Fancy'!"
They're back again?
They just left not too long ago?
Everyone blinked, not understanding what she meant. What did she mean?
The curtains opened!
The camera turned!
An office set appeared in front of the audience's eyes!
There was another person who appeared at the same time. When they saw this person, many of the audience members nearly jumped in fright. Those watching Beijing Television's Spring Festival Gala in front of their televisions were also so shocked that their jaws nearly dropped. For a moment, no one could believe their eyes!
"What?"
"This …"
"Holy shit!"
"Am, am I seeing things?"
"How could it be him? How could it be him? "
"This is …"
"It's Zhang Ye!"
"W-What is he doing here?"
"Oh my God!"
"It's really fucking Zhang Ye!"
"Oh my God!"
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded!
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