Legend of comedians

Chapter 893
The Golden Lion Awards are held at the end of each year. This time it was held a month earlier. The organizers have already done all the preparations. The publicity, awards, and shortlists have all been integrated. Everything is ready, and the only thing left is Dongfeng.

But at this moment, the accident happened.

The three-time host 'Zheng Bowen' unexpectedly had a traffic accident, two cars collided, and is still in a coma in the hospital.

Now, the organizers were completely fooled. Anyone can be missing, but the host can't be missing.

If the award presenter can be changed, the award winner can also pick it up, but what about the host?There is simply no time to re-deliver the work.

In desperation, they could only seek help from the adjacent variety show world, a place where evil hosts run rampant.

Their goal is very clear, there is not enough time to deliver the work, the host needs to perform on the spot in terms of lines and other aspects, only a pitiful schedule is considered an emergency.

After repeated reviews, only Li Pingan, a "super firefighter", was suitable, and the organizer quickly called Li Pingan's studio for help.

Hearing the ins and outs of the incident, Li Pingan couldn't help being speechless for a while. He didn't expect that he would be the host of this year's Golden Lion Awards.

"By the way, what does this live performance mean?"

Jing Jian said calmly: "The organizer has explained that they have nothing to help you except the flow chart."

"What about the interactive part?"

"You, Mr. Li, have made friends all over the world. I think the guests who came this time have a good relationship with many big names. You can tease them as you like."

"Entertainment interview? How about the assistant host?"

"No, Zheng Bowen has been in charge of all this all the time."

"There will always be a clothing subsidy, right?"

Jing Jian indifferently took out a suit from behind and said, "I've prepared for you."

Li Pingan's cheeks twitched, and he said with difficulty: "The host, save me?"

"Only you!"

Li Pingan took a deep breath and said, "Jing Jian, you bastard!"

Jing Jian: "."

On the same day, Li Pingan arrived in Xiangjiang in the evening and came to the hotel booked by the organizer.

At this time, Li Pingan's room was surrounded by a group of people, all of whom were staff members of the organizer, but they all lowered their heads and looked ashamed like children who did something wrong.

On Li Pingan's bed was a stack of materials, which was as high as his calf, and his chest was heaving and unsteady.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and finally the chief director broke the silence and said embarrassingly: "Here are all the materials, and there is also a flow chart."

Li Pingan rubbed his temples with a headache, looked up at the people opposite, their eyes dodged, obviously ashamed as much as they wanted.

This time they were also a bit big-hearted. They would have a backup plan for each session, but Zheng Bowen has hosted very well for three consecutive sessions, so they were lazy this time, and unexpectedly something happened at this juncture.

The organizer of Liushen Wuzhu had no choice but to go to the doctor in an emergency. If it could not be properly arranged, this time the Golden Lion Award would be a farce, and it is unimaginable that such a big commotion will be caused by the first award in the film category.

"This year's Golden Lion Awards produced a lot of good works. It was the most grand one, but there were some mistakes, so I will trouble you this time." The chief director felt a little ashamed, and now only Li Ping'an, their wealth and life depend on this person in front of them. If you are humble, be humble, and ask for help with a begging attitude.

After all, for the Golden Lion Awards this time, Li Pingan must use his personal ability to play, and he needs to use his excellent on-site ability to thread the needle.

This is embarrassing, but now there is no other way.

Li Pingan piled up the materials in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Now the organizers are even more embarrassed.

"If you need coffee, just say hello, and we'll bring it to you right away."

Li Pingan waved his hands helplessly, and said, "Okay, it's time to race against time, you guys go out, I want to read the information, so I have to be careful."

"please."

Everyone bowed in unison, and then went out.

Walking out the door, a young man looked at the chief director nervously and said, "Director, is this okay?"

The chief director himself didn't have any confidence in his heart, so he could only lie to himself: "It will definitely work. A person who can save the scene in the Spring Festival Gala must not be weak in controlling the scene."

"Let's go, let's get ready too, don't want to sleep tonight."

what?
The young man looked confused, and the chief director said coldly: "There must be an attitude. The newcomer is mainly responsible for delivering coffee, and the others live in the hotel. If Mr. Li has a problem, he will rush over to solve it quickly."

Everyone burst into tears: I thought it was enough to be a salted fish who could shout 666, but I didn't expect it to be a coolie salted fish.

Throughout the night, Li Pingan studied the information carefully, drinking cups of coffee, and staff would come over to interpret if there were any problems.

This kind of emperor-like treatment is really good. Li Pingan didn't turn off the lights all night, until he finished reading the last stack of materials, and turned his head to see that the sun was already high.

Li Pingan groaned, stretched his waist, took out the phone to check the time, it was already twelve o'clock at noon, and he had read the materials for more than ten hours.

There are still six hours before the show will start, and counting touch-ups and some trivial matters, he can only sleep for two hours.

Hard work!

Li Pingan shook his head helplessly, set the alarm clock, and fell asleep.

When he was two children, Li Pingan vaguely heard someone calling him, and opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a little girl looking at him timidly, holding a pressed suit in her hand, and a cosmetic bag in her left hand
"Ms. Li, time is running out, we need to do makeup."

Li Pingan yawned, rubbed his eyes and stood up, saying, "Wait a minute, I'll wash my hair and face."

"Ok."

Li Pingan simply washed his face, and he could see his bloodshot eyes in the mirror. He had stayed up all night before, but he was never so tired this time.

After wiping it casually, he walked out, and the chair was lying dead, while the makeup girl started to fiddle with it.

After putting on her makeup, the little girl took out a peppermint cream and said, "Master, this is good for refreshing your mind, and it can boost your energy if you rub it on your temples."

Li Pingan did as he did, and found that his temples were icy and cold, as if a puff of gas was bubbling out, and the warmth of the whole brain had a bit of catharsis, and Li Pingan immediately showed a look of enjoyment.

"Huh! The effect is quite good!"

Li Pingan was amazed, looked at the little thing in his hand, and said, "It's a magic tool for staying up late."

The little girl smiled and said: "We used to use this top when we stayed up all night, God, do you know? Many people use this."

Li Pingan shook his head and said, "I only use energy drinks, the cold ones."

"That thing puts a lot of burden on the heart. I drank a lot. It's still better. There will be no sequelae. I'll give it to you."

"So good?" Li Pingan asked in surprise.

The little girl twitched and said, "It's not without conditions."

Li Pingan couldn't help chuckling, and said, "Tell me, what's the condition?"

"I... I'm a fan of Didi, can you give me a piece of her autograph?"

It turned out that I wanted my daughter-in-law's signature.

Li Pingan nodded and said, "It's all trivial, ah, by the way, I just have to report to work, do you want to talk to her?"

The makeup girl immediately said pleasantly; "Is it possible?"

Li Pingan shrugged and said, "What's wrong?"

With that said, Li Pingan took out his phone and started a video call.

The appearance of Didi Yunhua appeared on the screen. Li Pingan saw her smile first, then his face turned livid, and pointed to the narrator, "Who is this little vixen?"

Li Pingan: "."

makeup girl at a loss
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