The Golden Lion Award is held at the end of each year, this time a month in advance, and the organizers have already made all the preparations, publicity, awards, and shortlists have been integrated, and everything is ready.

But at this moment, the unexpected happened.

The host 'Zheng Bowen' for three consecutive years was in a traffic accident, two cars collided, and he is still unconscious in the hospital.

Now, the organizer is completely blinded, anyone can do without it, and the host can't be missing.

If the award presenter can be replaced, the award-winning personnel can also take over, but what about the host? There is no time to re-deliver the work.

In desperation, they could only ask for help from the adjacent variety show industry, a place where evil hosts were rampant.

Their goal is clear, there is not enough time to deliver the work, the host needs to play the lines and other aspects on the spot, and only a poor flow chart is considered an emergency.

After repeated review, it was also suitable for Li Ping'an, a 'super firefighter', and the organizer hurriedly called Li Ping'an's studio for help.

Hearing the ins and outs of the matter, Li Ping'an couldn't help but be speechless for a while, he didn't expect that he would be the host of this Golden Lion Award.

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

Jing Jian said indifferently: "The organizers have explained, they have nothing else to help you except the flow chart." ”

"What about the interactive session?"

"You Li have friends all over the world, and I want to have a good relationship with many big names among the guests who want to come this time, so you can tease as you like. ”

"Entertainment interviews?"

"No, all of this has always been done by Zheng Bowen alone. ”

"There's always going to be a costume grant, right?"

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

Li Ping'an's cheeks twitched, and he said with difficulty: "The host of the audience, save me?"

"You're the only one!"

Li Ping'an took a deep breath and said, "Jing Jian, you are such a pit!"

Jing Jian: "........."

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

At this time, a group of people surrounded Li Ping'an's room, all of whom were the staff of the organizer, but they were all like children who had done something wrong, with their heads down and their faces ashamed.

There was a stack of materials on Li Ping'an's bed, which was as high as his calf, and his chest was undulating when he saw it.

There was silence in the room for a while, and finally the chief director broke the silence and said embarrassedly: "This is all the information, and there is also a flow chart." ”

Li Ping'an rubbed his temples with a headache, and looked up at the group of people opposite, their eyes were evasive, obviously as ashamed as they were.

This time, they are also a little big-hearted, and they will have a backup plan for each session, but Zheng Bowen has hosted very well for three consecutive sessions, so this time he was lazy, and he didn't expect to have an accident at this juncture.

If it is not properly arranged, this Golden Lion Award will be a farce, and as the first award in the film category, it is unimaginable to make such a big move.

"This year's Golden Lion Award has produced a lot of good works, which is the most grand, but there are some mistakes, so this time I will trouble you. The chief director feels a little embarrassed, now only Li Ping'an can save his life, their net worth is in the person in front of him, the attitude of humility is humble, and the attitude of asking for people must be begging.

After all, for this Golden Lion Award, Li Ping'an must play with his personal ability, and he needs to use his excellent on-site ability to thread the needle.

This is a difficult thing to do, but now there is no other way.

Li Ping'an stacked the information in front of him and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I can't sleep tonight." ”

Now the organizers are even more embarrassed.

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

Li Ping'an waved his hand helplessly and said, "Okay, it's a race against time, you guys go out, I want to read the information, and I have to have a degree in my heart." ”

"Please. ”

Everyone bowed in unison, and then walked out.

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

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

"Let's go, let's go and prepare, don't think about sleeping tonight. ”

Yes?

The young man looked confused, and the chief director said coldly: "There must always be an attitude, the newcomer is mainly responsible for delivering coffee, and the others live in the hotel. ”

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

All night, Li Ping'an was carefully studying the information, drinking coffee cup by cup, and if there was a problem, a staff member would come over to interpret it.

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

Li Ping'an groaned, stretched, took out the phone and looked at the time, it was now twelve o'clock at noon, and he had read the information for more than ten hours.

There were still six hours of the show to start, and with make-up and some chores, he only had two hours to sleep.

Bitter!

Li Ping'an shook his head helplessly, set an alarm clock, and fell asleep.

Two hours old, Li Ping'an dimly heard someone calling him, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a little girl looking at him timidly, she was holding an ironed suit in her hand, and a makeup bag in her left hand...

"Mr. Li, we don't have enough time, we need to do makeup. ”

Li Ping'an yawned, rubbed his eyes and got up, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll wash my hair and face." ”

"Okay. ”

Li Ping'an simply washed his face, and he could see his bloodshot eyes from the mirror, it was not that he hadn't stayed up all night before, but he had never been so tired this time.

I wiped it casually and walked out, so that the chair was lying on the corpse, and the makeup girl began to fiddle.

After putting on makeup, the little girl took out a mint cream and said, "Great God, this is conducive to refreshing the mind, and rubbing it on the temples can cheer up a little spirit." ”

Li Ping'an did so, and found that the temples were cold, as if a gas was bubbling out, and the warmth of the whole brain had a hint of catharsis, and Li Ping'an immediately showed a look of enjoyment.

"Whew! It's pretty good!"

Li Ping'an was surprised, looked at the little thing in his hand, and said, "Stay up late artifact." ”

The little girl smiled and said, "We used to use this top when we stayed up late, do you know the great god? ”

Li Ping'an shook his head and said, "I only use energy drinks to pass it, the cold one." ”

"That thing is very burdensome to the heart, drink a lot more, or this is good, there are no sequelae, this is for you. ”

"So good?" Li Ping'an said in surprise.

The little girl squirmed: "It's not without conditions. ”

Li Ping'an couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Say, what conditions?"

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

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

Li Ping'an nodded and said, "It's all a trivial matter, ah, by the way, I'm just about to report to work, do you want to talk to her?"

The makeup girl was immediately pleasantly surprised, "Is it okay?"

Li Ping'an shrugged his shoulders and said, "What's not to do?"

As he spoke, Li Ping'an took out his phone and opened a video call.

Di Di Yunhua's appearance appeared on the screen, Li Ping'an saw her smile first, then his face turned pale, and pointed to the narrator, "Who is this little vixen?"

Li Ping'an: "......."

The makeup girl is at a loss....

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Two more send!!

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