I'm not just a director

Chapter 273 Not good, my identity is about to be exposed

On the New Year’s Eve of 2003, everyone was immersed in the joy of the New Year.

All stations broadcast CCTV’s Year of the Sheep Spring Festival Gala during prime time.

Although the rhythm of this year's Spring Festival Gala was OK, there were not many highlights due to the low quality of the program.

The actors in the sketch performed well, but the script had flaws, the sensationalism was a bit far-fetched, and there were too few jokes.

The singing and dancing are always high-pitched and lack popularity. In short, they are too pretentious.

Liu Huan's "Warmth" has some new ideas.

The acrobatic "Butterfly" performance was wonderful and unforgettable.

However, because the shots of the entire party were switched so quickly, it made people dizzy.

The impression given is that this year's party lacked innovation and was too noisy and noisy.

Although the director also thought of many ideas, such as soliciting songs, zero-point plans, etc., due to the low quality of the program itself, the quality of the entire evening party was also compromised.

The Spring Festival Gala has been held for 20 years. Most people are most impressed by the 1998, 2000 and 2002 Spring Festival Galas.

Gala shows before the 90s were too long, making it difficult for people to keep watching.

But there are many songs such as "My Chinese Heart", "A Fire in Winter", etc. that are still fresh in my memory...

While CCTV is broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala in full swing, the countdown to the folk tune Spring Festival Gala in Jiangtai Town has also entered.

After more than 30 performances, it was basically already early in the morning.

Usually at this time everyone is almost asleep.

There are few entertainment programs in rural areas, and people usually go to bed at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

There are not many times in a year that I stay up until twelve o'clock in the morning like today.

Some old people were already a little sleepy while leaning on crutches, while the young men were lying in the arms of adults and fell asleep.

"Everyone, the bell is about to ring in the early morning, and the new year is about to arrive. How about we countdown together?"

"10!"

"9!"

……

On the stage, several TV hosts were counting down the numbers with microphones.

Not many people in the audience echoed, sounding a little weak.

"Pei'an, I think everyone is sleepy. Should we finish?"

Qi Yuefei walked to Jiang Peian and whispered.

"There are still two shows that everyone is waiting for. We will end after these two shows."

Jiang Peian glanced at the two teams backstage who had changed into props and costumes, and said slowly.

"Okay, we have to find a way to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm."

Qi Yuefei touched his chin and said.

"Don't worry, leave it to me later."

"You also have a show?"

"It's so new. I can't go up to our own stage to show my skills to the folks. I added it during the rehearsal in the afternoon when you weren't there."

Jiang Pei'an said it as a matter of course.

"Then I'm looking forward to your kid's performance. The great director Jiang Pei'an made a surprise appearance on the big rural stage to have fun with the people. I've already thought of the title for the headlines the next day."

Qi Yuefei said with a smile.

"What does it mean to have fun with the people? Mr. Qi, we cannot create class divisions. I am a rural person."

Jiang Peian shook his head and said.

“Good guy, you’ve given me the guidance and got it online.”

Qi Yuefei laughed and said.

After midnight, bursts of fireworks and firecrackers sounded outside the house.

Gorgeous fireworks burst into bloom in the night sky, ushering in the new year.

At the same time, Jiang Peian appeared on the stage with a festive red scarf hanging around his neck.

Festive accompaniment music immediately sounded from the speakers. Jiang Peian took the microphone and said directly:

“I congratulate you on getting rich, I congratulate you on being wonderful.

The best ones come here, the bad ones go away.

Oh, don’t be surprised if you give gifts to many people~”

Jiang Pei'an's voice directly woke up the drowsy audience in the audience.

The fast-paced arrangement and endearing lyrics made the audience excited immediately.

"This song sounds good. I wish you good luck and good fortune. It's very festive and appropriate for the occasion."

"Isn't this a kid from the Lao Jiang family? I heard that he is a big star outside and his singing is really nice."

"Uncle Jiang, you are so lucky. Your grandson is amazing!"

Seeing Jiang Pei'an take the stage, the audience immediately started discussing.

We are all neighbors, so we all know the details of Jiang Pei'an.

Jiang Pei'an's family members were also sitting in the audience. Jiang Pei'an, who sang hard on the stage, was inevitably praised by his neighbors.

Jiang Peian's grandfather shook his head and said with a smile:
"What kind of star is he? No matter how famous he is outside, he still has to call you uncle when he comes back."

Having said that, the smile that couldn't be hidden on the corner of Grandpa Jiang's mouth proved how happy he was at the moment.

The older generations of Lao Jiang's family finally gave birth to a promising offspring.

“I congratulate you on getting rich, I congratulate you on being wonderful.

The best ones come here, the bad ones go away.

Oh, don’t be surprised if you give gifts to many people~
May you be happy and prosperous! "

The time for a song passed quickly. At the end of the show, Jiang Peian smiled and blessed everyone in the audience.

There was also warm applause at the scene, and some people imitated Jiang Peian's actions and raised their hands to bless those around them.

"Thank you for your support. Actually, there is another sentence behind "Gong Xi Fa Cai". I hope the children present can say it to the elders around them."

Jiang Peian held the microphone and said with a smile.

"What are you talking about?"

"Congratulations on getting rich, this is quite auspicious."

"Say the next thing quickly."

Hearing the people in the audience shouting, Jiang Peian smiled slightly and said:
"Congratulations on getting rich... bring me the red envelope!"

Hearing Jiang Pei'an's words, the eyes of the children present suddenly lit up, and they immediately imitated the words:
"Dad, congratulations on getting rich, bring me the red envelope!"

"Grandpa, congratulations on getting rich, bring me the red envelope!"

"Honey, congratulations on getting rich. Here's the red envelope!"

The children learned well, but the elders turned green in the face.

Damn, this is asking for money in a different way.

During the Chinese New Year, it was just for good luck, and with the atmosphere of the scene, the elders took out fifty cents from their pockets and gave it to their juniors.

"Don't mess around."

"Put away the money and give it to me tomorrow..."

"Remember to buy notebooks and pens when school starts."

Although that is what I say, the money in the children's pockets will be donated to the village entrance early tomorrow morning...

The first Spring Festival Gala of Folk Minorities was very successful. At 12:[-] in the morning, all the programs were completed.

All the performers backstage were energetic and not sleepy. Looking at the satisfied smiling faces of the folks in the audience, I felt more accomplished than a month of commercial performance.

"Thank you all for your hard work. All colleagues who worked overtime today will receive a 500 yuan bonus."

Jiang Peian said to everyone with a smile.

"Thank you, President Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang's atmosphere!"

"I didn't expect there was still money to get, thank you Mr. Jiang!"

Everyone said happily that there was a bonus of 500 yuan, which no one expected.

"In addition, the voting results for each performance will be announced at work. It's getting late, so everyone should pack up and go back. I wish everyone a happy New Year."

Jiang Peian said with a smile. "Happy New Year, Mr. Jiang!"

"Happy New Year!"

……

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, people started visiting relatives and friends to pay New Year greetings.

However, governments and public institutions have arranged on-duty personnel years ago.

Basically, there is a department leader and two or three staff members on duty.

"Liangzi, are you on duty in the editing room?"

Early in the morning, Chen Liang received a call from the director of the county TV station.

"Yes Liu Tai, I'm at the unit."

At the entrance of the TV station, Chen Liang took three steps and then two in a hurry to check in before 08:30.

"You worked hard to edit the video captured by reporters in Jiangtai Town yesterday and edit it this morning and broadcast it on the news channel in the evening."

After hearing what the station director said, Chen Liang was a little puzzled and said:

"Tai Liu, I have something to report to you. According to the programs on the broadcast list, all our TV channels in the evening are rebroadcasting the programs from yesterday's Spring Festival Gala."

"Don't worry about the broadcast list. You should hurry up and arrange the show. You must put on the show tonight."

"Okay, I know Liu Tai."

"The time is tight and the tasks are heavy. Thank you to the editorial office for your hard work."

"As for Liu Tai, this is what we should do."

Chen Liang went from an ordinary editor to the director of the editorial office in three years, so he must have a sharp eye.

When the tasks assigned by the leader are contrary to the established tasks, you cannot blindly follow them and you need to remind the leader.

If the leader still insists on his opinions, he must obey them unconditionally.

"Okay, hard work."

"Happy New Year Liu Tai."

"You too."

After Chen Liang hung up the phone, a trace of irritation flashed in his eyes. He thought that he would just sit in the office drinking tea and reading the newspaper on duty, and then get off work at that time.

I didn’t expect that there would be editing tasks, and that they would be so urgent.

"Hey, if you work on the first day of the new year, this year will not be smooth."

Helpless, Chen Liang had no choice but to pull out the material shot by reporters yesterday.

"Folk tune? It's them again."

In the past three years, apart from county leaders, they have edited the most news reports in Chen Liang's newsroom.

It is fate. In 99, when Chen Liang was just an ordinary editor, he came into contact with folk tunes through friends.

I edited a folk tune with 200 yuan.

At that time, Chen Liang never imagined that his experience of making extra money would lead to him becoming a huge business in the future.

He clearly remembered that at that time, his friend Wang Xingxing brought a young man and borrowed the TV station's machine to edit a folk tune called "An Angry Husband Fights a Smart Wife."

That young man is now a well-known director named Jiang Pei'an.

The three works directed by him are all famous in China.

"They are all influential figures."

After Chen Liang sighed with emotion, he began to browse the materials.

"Huh? Jiang Peian is here too?"

Chen Liang was shocked when he saw Jiang Peian in the material.

He finally understood why the station director was so hasty in arranging the broadcast.

The famous director Jiang Peian actually appeared on the big rural stage.

If this is sent out...

Thinking of the reactions from all parties after the broadcast, Chen Liang was as motivated as a chicken.

"Hey, Qiangzi, you haven't gotten up yet? Don't you know you are on duty today? Hurry to the unit."

"Dongdong, don't say New Year greetings, hurry up to the unit, there's a big job!"

"Lao Zhang, the mission assigned by Liu Tai personally, don't miss the key moment, it will be broadcast tonight!"

After calling back all his capable men, Chen Liang immediately began to export the material and edit it.

"Yes, let's deal with the sound in this area."

"Pack it more beautifully and use snacks. Who are you trying to fool with this thing?"

"Take a look at the audience's reaction. These damn reporters are so bad at their job. Don't they even know how to give the audience a few reaction shots?"

In the editing room, Chen Liang's voice kept ringing.

There are ten people in the department, except for a few members who really can't make it, the six of them are very motivated!
Finally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, a 45-minute film was released.

"I'll go and send the film to Liu Tai's office for review. It will be broadcast immediately after passing the review."

After browsing the film, Chen Liangcai said exhaustedly.

"Understood, I'll contact the broadcaster on duty immediately."

……

Xinnan County.

Wang Xiaosong is a student of Xinnan No. [-] Middle School. He is in his third year of high school and is busy with studies. He finally had a chance to breathe during the Chinese New Year.

At this time, he was watching TV programs boredly.

In fact, his TV programs rely on antennas to receive signals, and he can't find a few channels in a year.

Except for CCTV [-], Xin'an Satellite TV, Xinyang Comprehensive Channel, and Xinnan Channel, you can't see any others.

"Only these broken channels are playing last night's Spring Festival Gala. It's boring."

Wang Xiaosong held the remote control and kept changing channels. Watching the same broadcast programs, he couldn't help but complain.

"Welcome everyone to watch the folk tune Spring Festival Gala, and wish everyone a happy New Year..."

After switching to the New South Channel, I heard a voice coming from the TV.

"Folk tunes and Spring Festival Gala?"

Wang Xiaosong looked at the TV program with a suspicious look on his face.

He knew about folk tunes. His grandparents were all loyal fans of folk tunes.

But Wang Xiaosong doesn't like to watch the short jokes about family members, plus the singing style doesn't sound like singing or opera...

Anyway, he couldn't appreciate it.

However, while all the stations were rebroadcasting the Spring Festival Gala, the program presented by Xinnan TV was unique and innovative.

"Now let me invite Jiang Peian to sing "Gong Xi Fa Cai" to wish the people of the county good health and all the best."

"Jiang Peian? I still have Zhang Yimou!"

Listening to the host's announcement, Wang Xiaosong rolled his eyes.

As a result, he was stunned for a second.

That man wearing a red scarf and Chinese tunic suit on the stage, who else could it be if he wasn't Jiang Pei'an?

Not to mention being dazzled, Wang Xiaosong just watched "Inception" written, directed and starred by Jiang Peian in the cinema a few years ago.

"Holy shit, is it really Jiang Pei'an?"

Wang Xiaosong jumped down from the sofa excitedly and quickly ran to the phone to call his best friend.

"Gangzi, quickly turn on the TV, Jiang Pei'an and Jiang Pei'an are on the Spring Festival Gala!"

"What? Which Jiang Peian?"

"Who else could it be, Jiang Peian, the director of "Inception"!"

"Don't be ridiculous, I watched all the Spring Festival Gala programs yesterday, and Jiang Pei'an was nowhere to be seen. Did you drink during the Chinese New Year? You were talking drunkenly!"

"Damn it, it's not that Spring Festival Gala, it's that folk tune Spring Festival Gala... I can't fucking explain it to you. Just turn on the TV series and watch the New South Channel."

"Uh...my house is a satellite pot cover, so I can't find local channels."

"I, yes, you can go and play by yourself, I'll tell Xiaopang and the others..."

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(End of this chapter)