Where there are rivers and lakes, there must be classes. The "Dialogue" column group, as a weak scum whose status is only higher than that of "Approaching Science" within the entire CCTV, is basically a fart in the face of "Spring Festival Gala", a bigwig-level program that is only weaker than "News Network" and can be compared to the "Olympic Live Room", which only comes once every four years.

With a single sentence, Geng Bin took away the videotape of this episode of "Dialogue", which was obviously "unable to be broadcast due to content" - and very interestingly, he planned to share it with his colleagues at the most professional news channel. There is no doubt that this episode has gone far beyond the category of "talk", and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a low-profile version of interviews with news figures.

Geng Bin held the videotape in his left hand, held Lin Miao's little hand in his right hand, and took two people who worked hard to serve the Spring Festival Gala program team. Wang Lan followed behind them in a daze, and nodded lightly to the young choreographer who had sent her up to Lin Miao 40 minutes ago. The young choreographer watched Lin Miao and Wang Lan leave, walked to the producer who had already walked from the back of the stage to the front of the stage with a confused face, and asked weakly, "Director, what should I do now?"

"What else can I do?" The leader was full of anger, and smashed the script in his hand to the ground, "Let's find someone to come over and make up for it! The broadcast time has been arranged, can it be stopped?" The editor nodded in fright, and then pointed to the thirty or so live audience members on the stage and asked: "Then do these people still want to pay back the appearance fee?"

"a fart! The guests all let them run away in anger! Thirty adults teamed up to bully a child, and they still had the face to ask for money?!" The leader stood on the stage, pointed to the nose of the 212 contestant who danced the most happily just now, and scolded, "In the future, don't find this kind of person to be an audience, what a broken math teacher! I don't even have an organization to speak, and I don't know how to teach books!"

After scolding, he turned his head and left.

40 minutes of film is also the production cost. "Dialogue" is not as big as other programs, and if it wastes its money, the leader must be distressed, and now he can only use the performance fee to pay off the debt. The staff at the scene ran away when they saw the big leader yelling, and of course they understood what it meant, and immediately began to drive the dragons away, cooperating with the leaders to fish in troubled waters and rely on the accounts of the masses.

The 212 contestants, who have been busy preparing for this show from 10 o'clock in the morning, were still a little blindsided when they were kicked out of the door. Before he went out at noon, he even boasted to the principal and students of his school, saying that he was going to be on CCTV today, and the program would be broadcast next week. But CCTV has such a hard signboard, how can the program still be recorded halfway, and stop when he says it will stop? Not only did he stop the program, but he also didn't even give the 50 yuan recording fee that he had agreed in advance? He asked the school for leave today!

Personal leave is subject to salary deductions!

The 212 contestants were full of indignation, standing at the door of the studio and questioning the young choreographer: "Why don't you talk count? I came all the way to be scolded by you? CCTV can't bully people like this!"

Seeing that this product was endless, the young choreographer casually stuffed the words Lin Miao had just written into his hand, and said impatiently: "Who let you talk nonsense by yourself? Take it home and see if the children are real or fake! You are responsible for speaking by yourself, and it is interesting that we didn't let you compensate for the loss of the program! If you mess around again, I will call the guards!"

The 212 contestant was kicked out of the studio with Lin Miao's words, and stood in the crowded corridor for a long time, then suddenly snorted, tore the note to shreds, and threw it on the ceiling. Shredded pieces of paper fell from his head like flowers, and Teacher 212 raised his head, laughed three times, and read aloud: "Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person......!"

A large number of people running for their livelihood in the corridor were all stunned by laughter on the spot.

Looking at the hairstyle of 212, the CCTV employees who are huge and can't recognize themselves still think that this product is their own, and they all think in their hearts: Another crazy one? Is the work pressure in the TV industry so great? When will the salary increase in the station?

212 When Yin Shi left, Lin Miao had already been taken into his office by Geng Bin. There were several small blackboards in the office, and the conference table was full of papers. A television and VCR sit in the corner of the room, and in the corner a bookshelf is crammed with videotapes. The four walls are stuffed with folders and sample tapes sent from all over the country.

After the two assistant directors Huang Wentao and Lou Naiping entered the door, Huang Wentao moved the messy things on the chair and table very casually, and made an empty place to sit down, while Lou Naiping stood aside lightly, took out a cigarette, and watched Director Geng Da personally serve the people with a smile, and moved the folder and empty videotape box on the sofa for Lin Miao and Wang Lan.

Lin Miao sat down and looked around, never expecting that the working environment of the CCTV bigwigs in this year was similar to that of a university pig's nest.

Geng Bin moved a small bench and sat in front of Lin Miao, carefully looked at Lin Miao's small appearance, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the little guy was smart and cute, and his face was photogenic enough, and asked with a smile: "Miao Miao, do you know what your uncle does?"

Lin Miao nodded and said very seriously: "Uncle is a nobleman, and one sentence can determine the fate of a person for half a lifetime." ”

Geng Bin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at Huang Wentao and Lou Naiping.

Huang Wentao laughed and said: "This kid, he speaks bluntly enough, I like it!"

Geng Bin asked Lou Naiping again: "Naiping, what do you think?"

Director Xiao Lou, who is no more than 35 years old at most, but has already gained a firm foothold in the CCTV program group, stared at Lin Miao for a long time, looked as usual, nodded and said, "It's good." ”

Geng Bin turned his head and asked Lin Miao again: "Miao Miao, uncle asked you, who taught you what you said just now?"

Lin Miao replied: "Uncle, speaking is not taught, it is the natural expression of opinions and emotions. The one you said is called a line, and I usually can't memorize that long line. ”

Geng Bin looked at Lin Miao's slick eyes, couldn't help but reach out and touch his head, and asked, "What you said to so many uncles and aunts just now, can you summarize the emotions and opinions just now in the simplest words?"

Lin Miao thought for a while and said four words: "Tongue battle group dogs." ”

The room was silent for two seconds, then burst into laughter.

"I'm ......!" Huang Wentao smiled and lay on a pile of documents on the side, and Lou Naiping's cigarette was also choked.

Wang Lan laughed when she saw several directors, but she still apologized politically correctly: "Director Geng, the child is small, ignorant, and ...... talking nonsense."

Geng Bin waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's good." This little guy has spirituality. Wait, I think of something. As he spoke, he stood up, turned his head and rummaged around the bookshelf, muttering, "Where did you put the tape that Lao Qian brought back......?"

"Director Geng, are you looking for that sample of their sister and brother singing?" Huang Wentao smiled slowly, pointed to the bottom of the bookshelf and said, "At the bottom, I just brought someone from the stage art group to take a look before lunch." ”

"What did the stage art group say?" Geng Bin didn't raise his head, squatted down and took out the strap from under the bookshelf.

Huang Wentao said: "It's easy to get, but if you take the lift, it will cost a lot more." ”

"Flowers, what is shown to more than a billion people, it is all ......the money that should be spent," Geng Bin said, opening the box of the videotape, taking out the tape and stuffing it into the video recorder. Then turned on the TV, picked up the remote control and pressed it twice, and the screen popped up on the screen on the day that Qian Dao went to Dongou City to meet Lin Miao, Lin Miao and Xiaoxiao recorded the video in the music classroom of Bailifang Primary School.

Wang Lan and Lin Miao sat quietly.

Geng Bin squatted in front of the TV and watched it for a while, but turned it off again, then turned his head and asked Lin Miao in a consultative tone: "Miao Miao, uncle wants to find a different boy to perform with your sister, can you come and act in another language program?"

"Can you go on two?" Wang Lan, who had been dizzy, suddenly had a light in his eyes.

Lin Miao thought for a while, but shook her head and said, "Uncle, I don't think it means much." And from the aspect of program promotion, the sisters and brothers performed together, and the audience liked it. If you have to take it apart, it will look weird. And it's November now, and I have to rush to arrange language programs, so I estimate that I have to run to the capital every three or five days, and I'm very busy with my studies now, so I don't have this time. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Lan suddenly shouted: "No!

Without a little secretary by her side, Wang Lan seemed to have lost her official spirit, and since she went out in the afternoon, her judgment has always been below the usual standard line. It's not hard when it's supposed to be hard, and it's yelling again when it's not supposed to be yelling.

"Miao Miao, the Spring Festival Gala is more important than your study!" Wang Lan turned around excitedly, grabbed Lin Miao's arm tightly, and shouted with crazy eyes, "You perform one more show, that is to win glory for Dongou City! After you and your sister finish these two shows, no matter how many points you score in the high school entrance examination, Dongou Middle School will rush to admit you! Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

Lin Miao looked at Wang Lan's appearance and was slightly stunned.

But then, I figured it out again.

Wang Lan didn't let her quarrel with the "Dialogue" program team, because she didn't want to make negative news, affect the image of Dongou City outside, and didn't want Dongou City to leave a negative impression on CCTV. This is understandable.

And now he is crazy to force him to act in the second show, which is the political achievement of Dongou City's propaganda system, and Lin Miao can also understand it.

Especially this time, she led the team out alone - think about it, she Wang Lan took her child to the capital to get an award, and she took out one more Spring Festival Gala program, and there was no one who shared the credit with her, which is even more understandable......

Sure enough, it's the ass that decides the head......

Lin Miao sighed in her heart and remained silent.

Seeing Wang Lan's ugly appearance, Geng Bin hurriedly stabilized the emotions of the comrades who came over from the local area, and stopped: "Wang, don't get excited, the child still studies first, I just asked first, whether this show can be arranged or not is not necessarily ......."

When Wang Lan heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then she realized that her reaction was a little out of shape, and she hurriedly let go of Lin Miao's hand, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, we have fewer opportunities like this in Dongou City, I'm a little excited." ”

Geng Bin relieved his mouth, looked at Lin Miao, who was rubbing his arms, and thought to himself that it would be better for the children to come over for rehearsal next week, or call the parents. In some localities, as soon as they encounter the benefits of the national prefix project, they will really lose their minds in minutes.

The atmosphere in the house was a little wrong for a while.

Fortunately, at this moment, someone outside suddenly pushed the door and walked in.

Qian Fatzi, who went to Dongou City to shoot samples for Lin Miao and Xiaoxiao before, couldn't help but smile when he saw Lin Miao when he entered the door, and then said to Geng Bin with a smile: "Director Geng, you open our four sets of stations and take a look, this little guy is on the international channel." ”

"Huh?" Huang Wentao and Lou Naiping in the room were both stunned.

"Is that that one in the morning?" Geng Bin smiled when he heard this, pulled out a cable behind the TV, picked up the remote control, and turned to the central channel four, only to see that on the TV screen, the big beauty announcer colleague of the fourth station was reading the manuscript in a straight voice: "This morning, the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the State Education Commission awarded the honorary titles of 1995 National Outstanding Primary School Students, National Outstanding Young Pioneers, and National Top Ten Young Pioneers to outstanding primary school students from all provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions across the country in the studio of our station building. The award-winning outstanding student representatives showed the high quality and new style of China's new generation of primary school students on the stage. Please take a look at the scene of the award ceremony. ”

As soon as the screen turned, it cut directly to Wang Qiming - obviously cut off the part of Lu Chaohui in the front.

Wang Qiming took the microphone and said a few words of English shyly, and the microphone was immediately passed down.

In the edited picture, the microphone only walked behind Wang Qiming and the little brother Shaomin for a few seconds, and it immediately arrived in Lin Miao's hands. Lin Miao, who was a little bit big in the picture, picked up the microphone, and with one mouth, it was a large paragraph of English that was extremely fluent.

Several people in the room looked at Lin Miao on TV, and the corners of their mouths all raised slightly.

The Spring Festival Gala hasn't started yet, and a certain little guy seems to be going to be known to the whole country.

It can be regarded as a warm-up for the Spring Festival Gala.

Good thing.

At the same moment, in the sheepskin alley not far away, Luo Li, who had just finished playing nunchucks, was sitting in Qin Wanqiu's room bored, watching the boring lunch show, the little girl kept pressing the remote control, and when she changed to the four sets of CCTV, she was stunned at first, and then stared at the people on the TV for more than ten seconds, and suddenly threw away the nunchucks in her other hand, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly rushed out of the room to run downstairs without wearing shoes.

"Mom! Shui Shui is on TV! Shui Shui is on TV again!"

Qin Wanqiu, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen downstairs, and the little secretary Qingqing were stunned when they heard this.

Qingqing hurriedly asked in surprise, "Miao Miao is on that channel?"

Luo Li replied loudly: "Channel 4! The channel here is not the channel 4 at home in Dongou City!"

Qing Qing turned his head to look at Qin Wanqiu in confusion.

Qin Wanqiu's whole person froze, and her eyes were full of horror and said to Qing Qing: "Our four channels here are the four sets of CCTV ......"

Qingqing's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a miracle.