I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 134 Golden Director's Attentiveness

After the Golden Eagle Festival Awards Ceremony, the names of Qin Muchu and Zeng Li resounded in the entertainment circle again.

The Golden Eagle Festival does not set a regular "Best Actor and Actor" award, so there is still controversy about who is the "Best Actor and Actor" award for the Most Popular Actor and Actor Award and the Audience Favorite Actor Award.

But the two men pocketed both awards, and the dispute was automatically resolved.

It has been many years since the male and female protagonists of the same drama won the highest actor award.

The major media have praised the two to the sky, but there are also some who question the fairness of the Golden Eagle Award.

Because there are too many bigwigs competing with the two for awards, especially Qin Muchu, who has been questioned a lot.

Li Xuejian, Li Youbin, and Zhang Guoqi all nominated the most popular actor, but Qin Muchu won. Many media doubted the fairness of the Golden Eagle Festival.

Because the Golden Eagle Festival is held by Mango Channel, and "Star You" is played on Mango Channel.

However, doubts quickly dissipated - Mango Channel announced the number of votes from the audience.

The total votes of the other three teachers were less than half of Qin Muchu's.

Teacher Cui stared at Zhao Mingyu, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

The call was from my uncle, asking Zhao Mingyu to attend the rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will die today.

Zhao Mingyu said,

"Where did you say that?"

Facing Zhao Mingyu's shocked and begging eyes, the uncle nodded.

Director Jin laughed, sat on Zhao Mingyu's shoulders, and started talking about business.

"You thought the little leader was here, but there are people there too." Zhao Mingyu turned her head.

The CCTV No. 98 studio has been the queen studio for the Spring Festival Gala since it was officially put into use in [-].

"It depends on what position you hold in the Olympic team. If you are the head of a department, you should be the same as the program director. The Olympic team has many people and is also selected from the CCTV director team.

Now that CCTV has run the program, and the plan has been reported, it is guaranteed that this little leader will see it..."

Uncle Shi rubbed his hands,

"That is a young leader, let them take such a small risk?"

Seeing us bouncing and jumping together with suppressed excitement before going on stage, Zhao Mingyu was inexplicably moved.

Teacher Cui stood there angrily and smirked, shook his head and walked towards the classroom.

"Overall, it's wrong, but is there anything amazing about it...to be determined, let's see."

When Zhao Mingyu was distracted, my uncle hadn't come to me yet.

Suddenly I asked again:

For a while.

"You mean to let us go?"

"Return to the Spring Festival Gala as an experiment. Only the programs off the stage of the Spring Festival Gala can be seen by the people of the whole country. The results of the experiment are also the most wrong."

Just when my uncle thought I understood, Hong Yunqing turned her head and looked in the direction Hong Yun pointed.

Teacher Cui was so angry that he picked up a branch on the side of the road and wanted to smoke Hong Yunqing.

Hearing the knock on the door, several teachers in the office raised their heads with different expressions.

With that said, I'm about to pull out my phone.

Facing Zhao Mingyu's incredible eyes, Hong Yun nodded hastily:

Zhao Mingyu bowed slightly to say hello to the teachers.

That's not an experiment.

Zhao Mingyu's complexion changed slightly.

A few words stuck in his throat, but he said it.

The usable area of ​​[-] square meters is enough to accommodate a thousand spectators.

The two stalemate for a while, Hong Yunqing saw that the staff who just went to get the entry formalities came over, I quickly said:

"Yes, you have been talking for a long time, but you still understand what you mean."

"Should idol dramas without core be sought after?"

"This……"

"He stands here for you!"

"Everyone is telling the truth, and there are no fabrications or slanders. What should I do? Besides, if no one praises you, no one will praise you."

But the program he wants to do is to promote traditional culture, so the meaning is the same, it is to educate the minority, and that kind of program can only be broadcast if the small leaders below nod and grasp the direction.

Zhao Mingyu's mouth was covered by the uncle.

After thinking about it:

"Look at what you said, you don't care about your teachings! Then you call and tell Director Jin that you are there and listen to your lectures at school!"

If he can become the director of that show, and if the show is bad, he might be able to retire from the Olympic team, then he will be able to do it at this time... Why did he ask that? "

Zhao Mingyu also understood that Mr. Cui was angry at me for going back to CCTV.

……

"What are you contacting us for? Is it wrong to praise our writing?"

The uncle smiled even more:

Sticking his head out from the tree, he quickly walked to Teacher Cui.

Bad and serious.

"Go, go, he is 'Shidi' now, and you taught him at school." Teacher Cui waved his hand.

Teacher Cui pointed at Hong Yunqing with a branch.

Zhao Mingyu looked at Hong Yun seriously.

"What did you say?"

He secretly sighed that those who were outside the group system were flattering.

"Every teacher is bad."

And nothing is doubtful:
There is no feeling like winning a lottery ticket but redeeming it.

With Zhao Mingyu in his arms, he smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum:
Teacher Cui shook his head:
Zhao Mingyu understood, nodded, found a seat and sat on it, watching the performance off the stage.

"Martial nephew, Jin Yue also appreciates his talent, and now there is no chance for him to show off his talent, what if he wants to?"

"Let Director Yang find out who is in front of those magazines and newspapers." You said to the secretary beside you.

The uncle reached out and touched his pocket, as if he was looking for cigarettes.

That's when the staff came over and handed down a document.

Zhao Mingyu was choked up.

"bad."

"That's Huan. After talking about the changes, he will tell you first, what happened to him in the past few months?"

"But you can't go to school when necessary."

"That's his sign."

The leader may just say a few words casually, and the higher-ups will act immediately.

"This is the director of a CCTV program, why did he agree so casually!"

Uncle Shi is a chance for Zhao Mingyu to speak.

"Tell him the truth. The traditional cultural program that CCTV is going to do in the future has not yet been approved. The small body is not planned according to his proposal. The name is "National Treasure" as he said."

When Zhao Mingyu arrived at the entrance of the studio, there were no staff waiting inside.

"Director Qin, do you need to contact those newspapers?"

"Teacher Cui, his Shidi students are back."

If you can't question the fairness of the Golden Eagle Festival, then question the audience's aesthetics and Qin Muchu's acting skills.

In that case, this will let Teacher Cui know even more.

The photo is under my Yanying student ID card.

"Hey, just kidding, just kidding!"

There were one or four people sitting in the first row, watching the performance off the stage, and the uncle was sitting in the middle.

If he were the director of CCTV, the recent news that scolded him would disappear, and it would disappear very slowly.

"If this team joins the Olympic Games, or the director of that show, whose gold medal for avoiding death is heavier?"

"Hold on, listen to you."

"You go to school."

Zhao Mingyu understood it.

Seeing the so-called look on Zhao Mingyu's face, Teacher Cui became even more angry, and threw the branch in his hand with a "swoosh".

"But——he is willing to be the director of the program, and you are also bad and reluctant, so I just want him to come to such a program under the stage of the Spring Festival Gala to test the water and see how the broadcasting effect is.

After about a minute or two, the dance started. The actors stood in two rows under the stage, their chests heaving violently, and sweat ran down their cheeks.

Not for a moment, Hong Yunqing believed that whether the outside was an MLM organization or a Spring Festival Gala studio.

There were two people standing next to the first row of seats, also staring intently at the performance below the stage.

The voice of the Golden Eagle Festival came from outside the phone.

A man stood up and said to the actors.

"That's what people outside the station think. The source of the show is the short film. He shoots the short film, and he gives the creative planning. He is the most ambiguous person about what the show should be made like."

"If I recognize you..." Zhao Mingyu said.

The uncle coughed for a while.

That's the show that didn't exist.

After a while, I opened my mouth:
"what happened?"

"Hey, Teacher Cui, why praise you in front of other teachers? Worry, you will be proud."

but……

"To cater to the audience, to guide the audience, after the carnival there is only a mess."

Zhao Mingyu also understands dancing, but she just watched the actors in the audience stretch their bodies, and their flexibility was very weak.

"It's bad if you know it, don't talk nonsense."

"Ms. Cui, you don't have any schedule ahead of time. If you have time, go to CCTV to be the director of this program."

"you……"

So, he said, is it worthwhile to experiment with the Spring Festival Gala stage? "

Hong Yunqing smiled perfunctorily.

Zhao Mingyu dodged it with a smile, ran away to salute Teacher Cui, and then ran towards the door.

Zhao Mingyu was silent for a long time, then raised her head and said:
"Director Jin, stop fighting with you."

Few people begged for the opportunity, but he gave it up!He... hey! "

The position column says assistant director.

Teacher Cui also dared to bet whether Zhao Mingyu was telling the truth or a lie, and immediately wanted to twist my ears.

Zhao Mingyu guessed the name according to the uncle's mouth shape.

Hong Yunqing clicked her lips in admiration, is that bullshit?
Zhao Mingyu stood up:

Zhao Mingyu held the sign and looked at it behind his eyes.

"Cough cough..."

Inexplicably, Zhao Mingyu felt that that kind of speech was unresponsive, and she heard it only once.

The uncle seemed to be relieved and recovered his appearance.

But before thinking about it for a while, I still put my mind on it.

"Bad, Jin Yue knew that he would give up that opportunity. Zhang, take Director Qin to go through the entry procedures, that's right, take Director Qin's entry procedures there to do it, not the document at the bottom of your desk."

Zhao Mingyu read newspaper headlines, the bold and small fonts seemed to want to penetrate the hearts of every reader.

"Humor, haha, that's not the humor their young people talk about! Jin Yue hates his kind of humorous nephew!"

"gold……"

……

But before that, Uncle Master told you that Hong Yunqing has returned to Fa.

"Which direction is our film and television industry developing?"

"Daqin, if you get to the bottom of it, he is a student of Teacher Cui, and what about Teacher Cui, and your senior sister. The relationship between him and you is naturally not Hong Yun's nephew. Does he recognize that?"

After a while, the discussion started.

"Director Qin, Director Jin sent you to pick you up."

"You go to school, he will deal with those things."

Zhao Mingyu held Teacher Cui's raised hand.

Zhao Mingyu looked at the uncle wonderingly, knowing why I reacted so little.

"Director Jin, Director Qin is here."

"Haha, Daqin came back with an award and brought honor to our school again."

Hong Yunqing stood up and said with a smile:
"Daqin, he needs to know that he went to CCTV to become a director, and he is the same without that qualification.

I looked at Hong Yunqing, also spoke, and pointed in a direction.

"After school?"

"Don't delay, it's very slow. You broke everything. He just needs to sign and press his fingerprint. Do you have your ID card? You can bring it last time if you have it. By the way, that is his work card."

"He dares! You have to clean up that monkey!"

When Teacher Cui saw someone coming at the door, he first smiled, then scowled.

"Did you tell him about that program? It was a small leader down there who watched his short video and praised him in a meeting, saying that we should reduce the promotion of traditional culture and build up national self-confidence.

Let go of Zhao Mingyu's mouth:
"No." Zhao Mingyu replied.

Teacher Cui was so angry that he pointed at Zhao Mingyu,
The uncle's smile froze, but he recovered very slowly, and patted Zhao Mingyu's shoulder coldly:

The uncle immediately turned his head and saw Zhao Mingyu. I also spoke, pointed to the audience, and pointed to the seat in front.

"Dong dong dong."

"I was originally rehearsing his show last week, but now the situation has not changed, so I delayed calling him."

"Is this just to get promoted and get rich?" Zhao Mingyu interrupted.

Zhao Mingyu smiled hippie.

"This is a bad shot, what if it's a bad shot?"

The two people who were standing just now also ran off the stage, talking to the actors.

"So that has nothing to do with the Spring Festival Gala?"

Under the small stage, a group of people are dancing, neither female nor male.

"What changes?"

Teacher Cui sighed again at the very beginning.

If it is bad, then you should develop in that direction; if it is bad, you can adjust it in time. "

The uncle rolled his eyes,
"Da Jin called you and said that CCTV didn't have any programs and wanted him to be the director. Did he agree?"

The uncle and the others were sitting, also discussing in whispers, pointing at the actors in the audience, as if they were judging the performance of the dance just now.

The uncle paused, took the file, waved his hand, and the staff walked away.

Name: Zhao Mingyu.

"You really messed with him."

The leader recalled that incident, watched the video, and only came to praise it in a meeting.

Hearing Teacher Cui's words, Zhao Mingyu knew that you were still angry, and immediately said seriously:
"Hey, you're leaving now."

The actors in the audience looked at the people above with ease.

Zhao Mingyu nodded,

"What does he know? The programs are the same. What kind of programs are there in CCTV's Variety Channel? Entertainment for small audiences.

Zhao Mingyu nodded, knowing why Teacher Cui said that.

"Teacher Cui, have you read the news that scolded you? Do you still watch the entertainment news?"

"Yes."

The staff immediately recognized Zhao Mingyu, who was only wearing a pair of sunglasses, and ran down.

"Is he sure to use the stage of the Spring Festival Gala as an experiment? That's the Spring Festival Gala! Crazy? If the performance fails during the Spring Festival Gala, will it be even worse?"

Teacher Cui was taken aback, because he understood why Zhao Mingyu asked that question.

Under the leadership of the staff, he walked back to the small studio hall, passed through a long passage, and slowly came to the auditorium, the place where the cameras of the Spring Festival Gala will sweep every year.

Zhao Mingyu shrank in front of the tree and hid.

The staff walked from the seventh row of seats to the uncle and reminded me loudly.

Thinking outside the heart that Lao Mouzi invited himself later, no matter what he had to do, he had to give him the position of a big boss, he could always call himself to be my little boss.

"Let's break the news for him again. It is said, it is said that the reason why the leader praised him after seeing his video is because he was discussing cooperation with Li. A Japanese Li businessman mentioned it during the chat. I am very sorry for Li Qingzhao. The poems, I hate that short film, and praise the Chinese culture.

"Teacher Cui, there must be no reason for you to beat you. I really want to understand that you were beaten even after winning the prize."

(Not yet a chapter, writing in progress.)
"No? Next time, does he mean to make a movie next year? Is he okay now? He's going to make a movie again?" Director Jin narrowed his eyes.

As he spoke, he took out a work badge tied in a red bag from his pocket, and put it under my neck when Zhao Mingyu realized it.

The door of Yanying's office.

"Damn it, it's..."

Hong Yunqing didn't quite understand what Teacher Cui meant.

not at all.

"Da Qin, I've been waiting for a long time."

The uncle with a bitter face sighed and said:

It doesn't matter whether Zhao Mingyu admits it or not, I'll confirm the relationship first.

"Isn't it as mysterious as you said? Is it the director of a program on CCTV? There are also many programs on CCTV. What you said is the same as the gold medal for avoiding death."

"Uh, what's the matter, you don't just ask as soon as you mention it."

Zhao Mingyu even heard some crying.

Hong Yunqing hung up the phone.

I said a few words aloud.

Zhao Mingyu nodded like a big chicken eating rice.

Just like entertainment news and "News Network", concerts and the Olympics, can it be the same? "

Teacher Cui responded to the words of several teachers, stood up and pulled Hong Yunqing out of the office, and stopped at a corner with people.

How could Zhao Mingyu stand still, and ran away immediately.

Why did I meet such a stupefied young man? I was blinded by my pretense just now.

"You made money by watching a show for free."

In the past, his image was not positive, as long as he was correct in principle, no one would bite or let go of his major points, did he understand?
"Whose brand is that?"

"The subversion of the acting school."

Zhao Mingyu hid in front of the tree, ready to run away at any time.

Hong Yunqing quickly took out the sign under her head, and the uncle grabbed the rope to stop Hong Yunqing.

"It's troublesome."

Those Bai Hongyunqing's reports, although compared with the praised ones at present, are based on a novel angle and a lot of sales.

Teacher Cui looked at Zhao Mingyu suspiciously, and just about to say something, Zhao Mingyu's phone rang suddenly, and Hong Yunqing immediately avoided Teacher Cui's lecture by answering the phone.

Teacher Cui looked serious.

Even though Zhao Mingyu basically puts up her waist and presses her legs every day, and insisting on it for several months is not quite fruitful, but she still does it like an actor in the audience jumps up in the air and kicks her legs from the front to the head.

Uncle Master called to tell you that when CCTV invited Zhao Mingyu to be the director of a program, Teacher Cui was so upset that he almost shouted out.

Seeing that Qin Muchu wanted to speak, I interrupted first:
"Don't be so hippie!"

I looked around, approached Hong Yunqing's ear, and said loudly:

"Send it to guard the warehouse."

But will the media just shut up?

Suddenly remembered that smoking was allowed there, and stopped again.

Zhao Mingyu took a closer look, it looked like a "ethnic dance" because we were wearing clothes that looked like ethnic minorities.

Two minutes ago, Zhao Mingyu looked at Teacher Cui with a smile.

Zhao Mingyu put the newspaper on.

Teacher Cui's mood fell to the bottom in an instant, and the small ups and downs of emotions made the old man who was nearly eighty years old feel dizzy for a while.

"Yes, I agree."

Otherwise, the Golden Eagle Festival would call Hong Yunqing early in the morning.

The mood of the actors cannot be said to be a few turns. When they all bowed and shouted "Thank you director", their voices were not trembling.

(End of this chapter)