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Chapter 254 No More Pornographic Songs

Chapter 254 No More Pornographic Songs
"Teacher Xiao Fang, we'll see you off."

After a conversation with Fangyan, Wang Xiaowei took Lin Ruwei, Liu Di and others to escort him out of the TV station building.

Watching the dialect fade away, Liu Di couldn't help but sigh:
"Teacher Fang is definitely the main contributor to our station's success this time. If we can beat CCTV next time, he will be an even bigger contributor! It would be great if we could recruit this kind of talent to our station."

Wang Xiaowei waved his hand and told him to give up the idea.

Lin Ruwei sighed and said, "Even if you can't come to the station, it would be great if you can continue to give us advice next year."

Everyone agreed with this, and Wang Xiaowei repeatedly reminded them to deeply summarize the experience of this Spring Festival Gala and hold a seminar and study session.

Then he looked left and right, "This meeting is at the end of the entire final battle. What we need to do now is what Mr. Fang just mentioned, collecting feedback from the audience."

"Master, this is what I think."

Lin Ruwei said that in addition to doing what Fangyan suggested, Yenching Television could follow the example of Huacheng Publishing House and conduct a reader opinion survey, or it could conduct a street interview and interview the public in the street.

"That's a good idea!"

Wang Xiaowei's eyes lit up. "You will be in charge of this matter. Try to get it done within this week. Pay attention to timeliness."

Then, he instructed Liu Di to contact the Yenching Daily and other newspapers to minimize the negative reports and comments on "On the Lake Baikal" and the entire Yenching TV station.

However, it is counterproductive.

The next day, the "Yenching Music News" directly published a review titled "Thoughts after Listening to Li Guyi Singing "On the Banks of Lake Baikal"."

At the beginning, I praised Li Guyi for showing real skills in singing "On the Banks of Lake Baikal", from breathing to pronunciation, from vocal position to timbre, volume control and use, as well as emotional expression. But then, she acted out of character.

Not only did he criticize Li Guyi, he also criticized the dialect, and criticized it in large numbers!
Some people say that Li Guyi is vulgar, stubborn, and does not make good contributions to Chinese vocal music, but instead keeps singing "pornographic songs".

Those who speak dialects are "literary monsters" who are keen on doing evil things. They can obviously create lyrics like "Hot Girl" and "China｜Soldier", but they choose to do the "decadent music" of Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The national authoritative music newspapers such as "The Voice of Music" and "Music Weekly" also classified "On the Lake Baikal" as "decadent music", "yellow songs", and "kitsch works"...

The voices of controversy are growing louder and louder.

In particular, the voices of denial from experts are endless.

On the contrary, the people like Li Guyi and "On the Banks of Lake Baikal" too much. Just like their "Homesickness", they showed great enthusiasm for "On the Banks of Lake Baikal".

In just a few days, Yanjing TV, Li Guyi, and even Fangyan have received dozens of letters of support from viewers.

Yanjing TV combined these letters with street interviews and made a special report on the "Spring Festival Gala", asking the public to name the three Spring Festival Gala programs that left the deepest impression on them.

"Pepper noodles."

"On the shore of Lake Baikal, and..."

After watching TV for a while, Han Yuemin turned around and looked at Fang Yan:

"I just don't understand. Yanzi, the song you wrote is so popular, why do those people dare to curse in the newspaper? The people like it, but they don't like it. Who do they think they are!"

"Brother-in-law, there's no need to get angry about this."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Let's talk about something happy. How is the tailor shop's business recently?"

"great!"

When it comes to the tailor shop, Han Yuemin has a lot to say.

Ever since the Yanjing TV Spring Festival Gala became popular, the same red shirt that Liu Xiaoqing wore has naturally become the most fashionable style this year.

It is extremely popular and is almost sold out.

New Year's Eve is approaching, and there is no way to go to Minjian and Yuedong to buy fabrics, but fortunately, the prices have risen sharply during the rush to buy them.

Even if they spent foreign exchange coupons and bought cloth at high prices from places like Friendship Stores and Overseas Chinese Stores, they still made a profit, and the socks business also flourished, to the point that the sock knitting machines were almost smoking.

As he spoke, he pulled out a bulging bag.

Fangyan glanced at the opening of the bag, which was filled with bundles of big unity, all of which were his share of the dividends.

"Yanzi, please order a little."

Han Yuemin asked curiously, including this money, how much was still needed to buy the more than 9000 calligraphy and paintings from the History Museum.

If it’s not enough, you can borrow money from yourself.

"No, brother-in-law, it's enough."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "How's the other thing I asked you to do going?"

Han Yuemin nodded and said, "I have already told everyone in the store that on New Year's Eve, everyone should call the CCTV's 'on-demand hotline' at least twice and specifically ask Teacher Li Guyi to sing "By the Lake Baikal" and "Homesickness."

"Brother-in-law, that's not enough. Can you ask them to call again and request a song by Teresa Teresa, such as "Sweet Honey" or something like that?"

"Teresa Teresa? How can this be allowed? This is a banned song!"

"Because they are banned songs of a more serious nature, it makes "By the Lake Baikal" and "Homesickness" seem less serious."

Fangyan said: "Mr. Lu Xun said it well, the Chinese people like to compromise the most. For example, if you say that this room is too dark and you want to open a skylight here, everyone will definitely not allow it. But if you advocate tearing down the roof, they will come to compromise and be willing to open the skylight."

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February 2th, New Year’s Eve.

The first Spring Festival Gala of CCTV officially met with audiences across the country in a 600-square-meter studio, with 200 audience members sitting on the scene. In addition to leaders and guests, the total number of actors, staff and others exceeded 60.

At this time, Huang Yihe was busy behind the stage.

Wang Feng and Deng Zaijun sat at the table in front of the stage, their eyes cast towards the interactive area where four phones were placed.

Every time a call is answered, the staff will write a note.

Every once in a while, a plate of strips would be brought to Huang Yihe and Deng Zaijun, and they would decide which lucky audience member to choose.

On the stage, one show after another is performed.

Offstage, the operators were overwhelmed. The four hotlines had been ringing non-stop since the first call.

Among all the calls, "On the Shore of Lake Baikal" and "Homesickness" were frequently requested by the audience, and the notes accumulated to 2 discs.

"Director Huang, this is already the third set."

The staff came over with a plate.

"Or did you specifically request to listen to "On the Banks of Lake Baikal" or "Homesickness"? " Huang Yihe frowned when he saw this.

"Director Huang, what should we do?"

The staff member's face was full of nervousness. Huang Yihe said a few words to comfort her and asked her to carry the three plates of paper with him to the table where Deng Zaijun and Wang Feng were sitting.

"Director, Director Deng, what do you think?"

"..."

Deng Zaijun frowned, his face solemn.

Recently, the debate about whether "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" is a pornographic song has been making headlines and the topic remains hot.

Once CCTV agreed to perform "On the Banks of Lake Baikal" and "Homesickness" at such a major evening party as the Spring Festival Gala, it was tantamount to supporting and solidarity with the reformists in the music industry in disguise.

"Old Huang, what do you think?"

Deng Zaijun and Wang Feng looked at each other.

"My opinion is, play it!"

Huang Yihe explained that this year's Spring Festival Gala by Yanjing TV was a masterpiece, and in comparison, CCTV was already at a disadvantage.

If the demands of the people are not met at this time, I am afraid that the first Spring Festival Gala, which has been a great success, will end up being a dud.

How will we carry out our work for the second Spring Festival Gala?
"I think what Lao Huang said makes sense."

Deng Zaijun pondered for a moment and also expressed his support.

Wang Feng asked: "Do you also agree to broadcast it?"

"I thought so."

Deng Zaijun said that if we ignore the audience's needs simply because these songs may be decadent or pornographic, then there is no need to continue the Spring Festival Gala that serves the people.

After all, Yanjing TV dares to be satisfied, but CCTV is not. Is our CCTV not as courageous as Yanjing TV?

"Wait, wait a minute, let me think about it."

Wang Feng was in a dilemma and found it difficult to make this decision.

However, as time went by, the requests for "Homesickness" and "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" increased, and 8 discs have been accumulated.

Even Teresa Teng’s songs such as “Sweet Honey” and “Seeing Smoke Again” filled two large albums.

Looking at the pile of notes, Wang Feng was sweating profusely.

Deng Zaijun realized that the situation could not continue to develop in this way, so he personally carried the plate and placed the note in front of "Mr. Wu".

Mr. Wu is the Minister of Radio, Film and Television, and he came personally to supervise this time.

"I've watched the Spring Festival Gala on Beijing TV, and I've also listened to "On the Shores of Lake Baikal." The song just has a soft melody, so there's no big problem."

Then they decided, "Sing!"

"Mr. Wu, what about "Homesickness"?

Deng Zaijun bravely said: "If we only sing "On the Shore of Lake Baikal" and not "Homesickness", the masses may not agree, be dissatisfied, and be unhappy. What do you think we should do?"

Mr. Wu paced back and forth, but when he thought of the old man's instructions for the Yanjing TV Spring Festival Gala, he finally waved his hand and said, "Sing too!"

The banned song "Homesickness" has been lifted!
Li Guyi felt mixed emotions when he heard the news.

I was happy that I could finally sing "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" and "Homesickness" in public, but I was sad because of the injustice I had suffered from being criticized, questioned and misunderstood by newspapers for so many days.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

Li Guyi stepped onto the stage accompanied by warm applause.

When the prelude of "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" sounded, she became very emotional, her eyes were slightly red, and all the grievances she had been feeling for so long were released bit by bit in the singing.

"The moonlight spreads love all over the lake."

"The bonfire of two people lights up the whole night..."

Every breath is as lingering as a gossamer.

The Fangyan family sat in front of the TV, talking and laughing.

"Brother, it's just like you said, Li Guyi is really singing "On the Shores of Lake Baikal"!" Fang Yan looked excited.

Fangyan touched her head and smiled without saying anything.

"Brother, are you going to sing "Homesickness" next?"

Fang Yan's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Of course!"

Fangyan looked at Li Guyi on the screen. After the song was over, the silver bottle was revealed and all the audience stood up and applauded.

From now on, "decadent music" such as "Homesickness" and "On the Shores of Lake Baikal" can be performed openly on the "stage".

This was equivalent to opening a breakthrough for "yellow songs". As time went by and thoughts became more liberated, they were no longer called "yellow songs" but were classified as popular songs.

“Participate in history! Create history! Witness history!”

Fangyan smiled and drank half a bottle of white wine.

Drunk, he staggered into the yard.

In the cold winter, lights were twinkling everywhere, and the song of "Homesickness" could be heard from every household.

He was holding a small whip and a cigarette, took two puffs of the cigarette, walked leisurely to the gate, and counted the time.

When it was twelve o'clock, he lit the letter.

"Chichichi."

The letter began to emit white smoke and was thrown out the door.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out in the alley.

All of a sudden, the children in the yard were blown out.

Laughing and playing, playing with firecrackers.