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Chapter 280 Huaxia Poetry Conference (Part [-])
"Our director Zhang said that if you want to record, you can record the program honestly, if you don't want to record, get out early."

Behind Zhang Shan, she almost fell to the ground after hearing Xia Xing's words.

"The hatred value from Zhang Shan is +999!"

"The hatred value from Meng Ze is +999!"

Zhang Shan is going crazy, when did I say that?

Meng Ze jumped up from his chair angrily.

"What did you say? Okay, okay, I just won't record it anymore, let me see how your program is recorded."

Speaking of which, Meng Ze walked out angrily.

Zhang Shan was dumbfounded when she heard this, and hurried over to persuade her.

But where can I persuade you? Meng Ze was so angry that he didn't listen to anything and walked outside.

Meng Ze left, and Zhang Shan walked in from the outside, with despair written all over her face.

"Xia Xing, Xia Xing, you have caused trouble." Zhang Shan stomped her feet anxiously.

"What's the matter? Let's continue the broadcast if he's not here." Xia Xing said indifferently.

"Broadcast, how to broadcast, there are no guests." Zhang Shan said angrily.

Xia Xing smiled faintly: "Director Zhang, I always felt that the previous programs were a bit too boring. Our purpose is to promote ancient poetry, not to listen to the old professor's lectures. What if we change the format?"

"Another form?" Zhang Shan froze for a moment.

Xia Xing said with a smile: "We changed the guests of the show from those old scholars to ordinary people, and let everyone compete in poetry knowledge in the form of a competition. From listening to lectures to competitions, maybe it will bring better results?"

This idea came from a well-known CCTV program "Chinese Poetry Conference" in the previous life. At that time, Xia Xing also liked this program very much, so he already knew the content and form of the competition.

"The idea is good, but we are too late to prepare!"

Jia Jia shook her head and said, "No, it's too risky. The show is broadcast live. If something goes wrong, it will be a live broadcast accident."

Li Tianshui also grinned anxiously: "Yeah, Xia Xing, you haven't even prepared the script of the show, the flow of the show, how can you host it?"

Xia Xing said lightly: "First, I don't need scripts at all to host the show, it's all in my head. Second, since I dare to say this plan, it shows that I have roots in my mind, and I will never take my own and everyone's future Just kidding. Third, everyone should have seen my poetry level, so it must be no problem. I can guarantee that this program will not only be popular, but also popular."

Not only will it catch fire, but it will also catch fire?
After hearing Xia Xing's words, everyone gasped.

Now it's not a question of whether the show is popular, but a question of whether there will be no mistakes.

Zhang Shan took a deep breath and said, "Xia Xing, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm [-]% sure." Xia Xing nodded seriously.

Xia Xing continued: "Although I dare not say what effect the program will have after it airs, I can guarantee that the program's ratings will definitely double. I am willing to issue a military order. If there is an accident in the broadcast, I will automatically resign. "

After hearing Xia Xing's words, everyone fell silent.

Zhang Shan looked at her watch, then looked at the time and asked again seriously: "You can really do it."

Xia Xing nodded: "Of course, if you believe me, I can guarantee that this show will become popular and let everyone see a different show."

Li Tianshui on the side was still a little worried and said: "Director Zhang, you have to think about it, just in case..."

Zhang Shan lowered her head and said nothing, then suddenly raised her head and gritted her teeth after a while and said, "Okay, I don't believe it anymore, without Meng Ze, our show won't be broadcast, look at the old man just now, he looks so energetic, like how old he is I can't stand him anymore."

Li Tianshui: "Director Zhang, you have to calm down. If there is an accident, you will also be implicated."

Zhang Shan gritted her teeth and said, "I don't doubt the employment, I don't need the suspicion. Since I have hired Xia Xing, I believe that he has this talent. If there is a broadcast accident, I will bear all the responsibility alone."

Xia Xing looked at Zhang Shan and felt warm in his heart.

"Director Zhang, thank you. I promise to give you a different program and make it popular."

After all, the "Chinese Poetry Conference" had achieved unprecedented success in its previous life.

It even set off a wave of poetry craze in China.

The cultural atmosphere of the two worlds is similar, so it is not impossible to just copy it.

Zhang Shan nodded: "Well, I like you, come on."

"Director Zhang, I have a suggestion. I think this show should be renamed." Xia Xing said.

"What name?" Zhang Shan froze for a moment.

Xia Xing said with a smile: "Because this show is about interacting with ordinary people, I think we should change the name to something more lively, and call it "Huaxia Poetry Conference", so that we can tell the audience that this is a feast of poetry for our ordinary people.

Zhang Shan thought for a while, and immediately made a decision: "This name is good, Xiao Xia, why didn't you bring up such a good idea earlier."

Xia Xing smiled awkwardly: "At that time, I felt that the format of the show had been fixed, and I just wanted to be a good host. I didn't know that this guest was so annoying."

Zhang Shan said: "Okay, I will do as you said."

At this time, Ma Ling, who was in charge of the drama, was a little embarrassed: "The time is too tight, and we have no time to prepare."

Xia Xing smiled: "It is enough to prepare five tables and chairs. The first phase is to test the water first. If the effect is good, we will do it with great fanfare."

Seeing that the show was still 10 minutes away, Xia Xing smiled and said, "I'll drink some water to get ready."

In this space, Xia Xing directly spent [-] hatred points to copy all the programs of "Chinese Poetry Conference".

At this time, it was finally time for the show to start. Accompanied by the melodious music, Xia Xing stepped onto the stage.

"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

1000 The poems written more than two hundred years ago still make people's blood boil when they are read today.

The poet's ups and downs of emotion gushing out like a giant pen make us feel the vigor and power of the ancient and modern times.

This is the charm of ancient Chinese poetry.

Starting today, we will embark on a poetry journey with you to relive those timeless classic lines.

I think this kind of reviewing the old and learning the new can wipe away the dust on our memory, and the feelings and wisdom of the ancient literati can also light up our lives today.

Life has its own poetry, come on, join our poetry carnival together!

Xia Xing's opening remarks immediately caught everyone's eyes.

Meng Ze walked out of the studio, but actually stopped at the door.

He was waiting, waiting for Xia Xing to apologize in person.

However, Xia Xing didn't come out until the show started.

At this time, his assistant hurried over: "Old Meng, their show has started."

"What? The broadcast has started. How is this possible? Without me, how did he start the broadcast?" Meng Ze said with an ugly face.

(End of this chapter)