Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　So only the first way.

　　As early as half a year ago, Tang Qingyu prepared TV signal towers, and I have already installed them in every city, but the smaller towns have not yet, so the coverage is not so great.

　　But it is enough.

　　In addition, TV sets have been produced, and all urban residents can receive them for free, although they are only black and white TV sets.

　　A gramophone was spinning, playing some nice music.

　　Tang Qingyu picked up the teacup, drank it down, stood up slowly, and said to Jiang Baili who was supporting the table with one hand: "This year's Spring Festival Gala will definitely have unexpected harvest."

　　…………

　　New Year's Eve, Chinese New Year's Eve, after the crossing is a new year, entering 1940, of course, according to the Gregorian calendar, it is indeed February 1940, 2, but in China, it is not the Gregorian calendar, only the lunar calendar.

　　At this time, the sound of firecrackers has been endlessly crackling in front of the doors of every household.

　　This year's Spring Festival, the common people in the iron ruled area couldn't close their mouths with laughter. Thanks to the iron and blood army, they had this year's prosperity and let them live a good life.

　　Every family has surplus money, and every family has surplus food.

　　Almost every family slaughters pigs and sheep, which is very enjoyable.

　　At the entrance of the New Century Hotel, there is a huge couplet posted on both sides:

　　Shanglian: A century of good times

　　The next couplet: Eternal rivers and mountains are new today

　　Horizontal batch: Vientiane update

　　On the road at the gate, there is a team of Hummers parked.

　　At this time, many people kept walking towards the New Century Hotel.

　　Tang Qingyu and his wife Xuan Yuling got out of the car, and accompanied by the guards, they also headed inside.

　　Inside the hall (bcdh), there are people coming and going, the voices are full of people, and it is very lively.

　　People from all walks of life are toasting and talking to each other.

　　In front of these people was a gigantic stage, and on both sides of the stage were huge couplets. Many microphones and audio equipment had been arranged at this moment.

　　The melodious sound of music echoed around the beams throughout the hall.

　　At this time, a handsome young man in a black suit and tie came to the stage, bent down, held a microphone, and called out: "Hey, hey..."

　　"It seems that there is no problem."

　　So he looked at everyone and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, when the order of the year is renewed, we will remember the anti-Japanese martyrs and experience the pain of the front-line soldiers and civilians' steadfast struggle. We will hold a gala at the request of the summit. The people of the district are happy."

　　Speaking of this, everyone stopped their work one after another when they heard his words, and there was a burst of warm applause in the roaring hall.

　　At this time, in the hall, people came in from outside from time to time, and Tang Qingyu and a group of people also came in.

　　"The head of state..."

　　The originally lively hall immediately became quiet, one after another made way, and looked at Tang Qingyu reverently.

　　Tang Qingyu's image is too deep/entrenched in people's hearts, and he was recognized by everyone as soon as he came in.

　　Smiling and waving with everyone, Tang Qingyu went to the stage and took the microphone handed by the young man, and said, "Everyone, just like what the little brother said just now, this gala is to commemorate the anti-Japanese martyrs and to form a front-line meeting." The suffering of the soldiers and civilians' unwavering struggle."

　　"For the hard-won happy life, we pay homage to those warriors who fought bravely against the enemy. We will never forget him."

　　"Since the Anti-Japanese War, after three springs and autumns, our Iron Command District has achieved what it is today. It is hard-won. This is all in exchange for those warriors fighting the enemy bravely."

　　Tang Qingyu said in an extremely sad tone, giving people a sense of the picture rushing head-on. Everyone present felt the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles on the front line.

　　The ground was filled with gunpowder smoke and blood flowed like rivers.

　　Everyone was a little silent. Compared with those soldiers, the people in the rear were nothing.

　　Today's life is all bought by others.

　　"So the head of state decided that it will be held this year, next year, and every year. It is not only a memorial to the martyrs who fought bravely against the enemy, but also a joy with the people."

　　"I'm done talking."

　　Tang Qingyu didn't say much, just these few words. .

Chapter 599 The East Wind Breaks

　　The New Century Hotel has all the facilities ready. As soon as Tang Qingyu spoke, the live broadcast started.

　　The signal transmission, through the TV tower, is continuously transmitted, and it is transmitted to the TVs received by each household.

　　The hall is filled with a heavy atmosphere, even the common people who are guarding in front of the TV from various households are also like this.

　　There is no live TV in this era, not even a TV set. If Tang Qingyu hadn't got a system, he probably wouldn't be able to find a series of equipment for the TV station.

　　On New Year's Eve, most of the people in the Iron Command area are locked on the Huaxia-1 TV station, because today is the gala, and the whole world celebrates.

　　Of course, this universal celebration refers to the people in the Iron Command area.

　　Xu Shaochun's family was already guarding in front of the TV at this time, Xu's mother couldn't see and could only listen.

　　They are looking forward to the Spring Festival Gala.

　　For this period, even black and white TV sets are a visual feast.

　　When the clock reached eight o'clock, almost all the people in the Tietong District saw Tang Qingyu's speech on the stage, and there was a heavy breath in his words.

　　"This is the head of state Tang Qingyu?"

　　In the house of Xu's family, what Tang Qingyu said was also a heavy atmosphere. Xu's mother's voice sounded, with a sigh: "How well said, remembering the anti-Japanese martyrs, and collectively understanding the pain of the frontline soldiers and civilians' steadfast struggle, Yes, without those who bravely killed the enemy, how could we common people like us have a happy life today."

　　"This man is very good. He has done the facts. Now under his leadership, the common people are living a good life. He is many times better than that President Jiang, and even that Yan Xishan is hard to come by."

　　While they were talking, on the TV, Tang Qingyu smiled slightly, looked at everyone present, and said, "Hey, I can neither sing nor dance, so I won't just stand in the latrine, I'm going to get off the stage, and I'm going to perform a Chinese New Year show for those who are good at singing and dancing."

　　"it is good……"

　　Originally a somewhat heavy topic, Tang Qingyu turned the subject to reveal a hint of humor, and everyone reacted and applauded.

　　A visual and auditory feast was gradually unfolded and shown to the TV audience. This is the New Century Hotel as a live broadcasting scene, and the scene layout is festive and intimate, close to the masses.

　　At this time, the young host came to the stage: "Now we invite our singer Liu Wenmao to sing a song for everyone, okay?"

　　"it is good!"

　　Following this good word, there was thunderous applause in the entire hall.

　　Liu Wenmao came to the stage and smiled, and said to the audience below: "Oh, how can I sing alone, please come and dance for me."

　　"Haha, how about I come to dance for you?" A big fat man laughed and walked onto the stage.

　　"My God, you came up to dance with me, didn't you see a big fat goose?" Liu Wenmao said jokingly.

　　This kind of approachable and homely style of the abbot of later generations made everyone applaud again.

　　"it is good……"

　　There was another burst of warm applause and applause in the hall.

　　"Okay, it's Chinese New Year, the two of us will help everyone have fun." Liu Wenmao laughed, "Then how about I give you a piece of "Dongfeng Po"?" The voice began to falter.

　　"it is good……"

　　There was another burst of cheers and applause in the hall.

　　Dongfeng Po, it is said that Tang Qingyu, the head of state, created the lyrics and songs, which are quite popular.

　　"Okay, come on then!" Liu Wenmao took the microphone and began to sing: "A piece of sorrow, standing alone at the window, I'm behind the door, pretending that you haven't left yet. The old place is like revisiting, and the full moon is even more lonely ..."

　　At this time, the big fat man began to dance, and the appearance of dancing was so funny.

　　"Damn, what are you dancing, is the pig running?" Liu Wenmao looked at the fat man and laughed.

　　"Hahaha……"

　　There was a roar of laughter in the hall.

　　Even the audience in front of the TV began to laugh.

　　Faced with such a style, I have never seen it in this world. It is so approachable, and it has melted into the hearts of ordinary people.

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　　At this time, Liu Wenmao sang again: "The candlelight in the middle of the night, I can't bear to criticize me. A pot of wandering, wandering around the world is hard to get into your throat. After you leave, the wine warms the memories and misses you thin."

　　Following his singing, the people on the field unconsciously clapped the time with applause.

　　This kind of Huaxia style, as well as its charm, really made the people present hum slightly.

　　They still like the tone of voice.

　　"Hey, what are you dancing, hurry down, don't you want to be your backup dancer?" Liu Wenmao pointed to the big fat man who was dancing all the time.

　　"Hey, are you killing a donkey? Alas, I'm getting out, I won't dance with you anymore." The big fat man yelled loudly, and quickly rolled down.

 …  

　　"Hahaha..." Liu Wenmao burst out laughing.

　　The people in the audience also laughed.

　　The funny look of the big fat man also made the audience in front of the TV laugh.

　　"This fat man is really funny." Xu Shaochun's wife covered her mouth and laughed.

　　"It's funny...but..." Xu Shaochun shifted his eyes to Xu's mother: "Mother, did you hear anything?"

　　"I can hear it, it seems to be the footwork of Nanpai Hongquan."

　　"I didn't expect that the actors in this TV show are also masters of the Southern School."

　　"It's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

　　……

　　On the TV, Liu Wenmao said loudly: "Come on, let's continue singing."

　　Grabbed the microphone and sang: "Water flows eastward, how can time be stolen. Flowers ripen once they bloom, but I missed it. Who is playing the pipa, a piece of east wind breaks. The years are peeling off the wall, and I saw when I was a child..."

　　"I still remember that year when we were still very young, but now the sound of the zither is faint. You have never heard of my waiting. Who is playing the pipa, a piece of east wind breaks. The maple leaves dye the story, and I can see the ending. The ancient road outside the fence I led you through, in the years of smog and grass, even when we broke up, we were silent..."