After Tang Lin walked in from the door pushed open by Miss Manners, he saw that it was a place that could not be said to be an office at all, with various boxes, boxes, wires, and other devices scattered everywhere, and a mahogany table was placed on the corner of the wall on the inside, and a middle-aged man with messy hair was sitting on the boss chair behind, who was looking up at Tang Lin who had just walked in.

"Coming?" the middle-aged man asked Tang Lin who came in, his tone was very ordinary, as if asking Tang Lin if he had eaten.

"I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?" Tang Lin nodded and asked the middle-aged man, although Miss Manners called 'producer' just now, Tang Lin didn't know much about this term, he knew that there was a position of producer in the movie, but the producer at a ceremony really didn't understand what it meant.

"Come, sit down," the middle-aged man said, pointing to the sofa in front of the mahogany table in a messy pile of miscellaneous items.

Hearing this, Tang Lin walked to the sofa with doubts and did it, waiting for the middle-aged man to give him an answer.

"My name is Tang Qingqing, coincidentally, I have the same surname as you, you should have heard the voice of the people outside just now, and now I am the producer in the "Huaxia Music Awards Ceremony", responsible for some co-ordination matters, to put it bluntly, it is some blind but thankless work," Tang Qingqing, a middle-aged man, explained his information to Tang Lin.

"Producer Tang, hello, I don't know what you called me over this time?" After Tang Lin heard this, he nodded to Tang Qingqing, and quickly went straight to the point, he didn't think that Tang Qingqing would have anything to do with his family, even if he came back from breaking his leg at Slaglan Peak before, a person claiming to be his grandfather suddenly appeared, but he never thought that his family would get into this kind of music circle.

"Although I'm a producer, I don't really like others to call me a producer or a producer Tang, if you don't dislike it, just call me uncle, no matter how old I say, I don't want to be a little older than you, so everyone doesn't lose too much," Tang Qingqing said with a smile to Tang Lin, and did not directly answer Tang Lin's question.

"Well, well, I'll be respectful and obey, I don't know what happened to Uncle Cousin calling me over this time?" Tang Lin asked Tang Qing again.

"Actually, there was nothing to do, but just in the afternoon, I suddenly received a person from the opening performance saying that he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, maybe he was not adapted, and then said, oops, no, I got to the hospital to lie down for a few days, so the opening show that we prepared in advance for the ceremony was canceled, so we want to find someone to make up for it, and then you are on our list of considerations, I don't know what you think?" Tang Qingqing smiled and narrowed his eyes and said to Tang Lin.

"This ...... Uncle Cousin, there is no preparation at all, the effect of the performance is definitely not very good, and the result of temporarily drawing lots will make the show not good," Tang Lin said to Tang Qingqing, as he has participated in so many programs, he still has some ideas about the recording of the program, not to mention that this is a live broadcast ceremony, every detail is carefully designed and repeatedly tempered, and the content of the program is the same, there is no room for carelessness, otherwise it will be a shame on the whole ceremony.

"Of course we know this, so we found people like you who have experience in the show and live broadcast at the same time, and can afford to put it away, although there are still risks, but it's better than doing nothing, isn't it?" Tang Qingqing still said with a smile, not giving up his invitation to Tang Lin because of Tang Lin's words.

"In terms of risk, we will naturally bear it, you just say that you don't agree or not, a big man, still so grinding and timid, how can you talk about big things?" Tang Qingqing said to Tang Lin, who was still a little entangled.

After hearing Tang Qingqing's words, Tang Lin thought for a while, and finally took a deep breath, looked at Tang Qingqing and said, "Then, Uncle Cousin, I'll take it, I will try my best to perform the show well." ”

"Of course, we all believe in your strength, you wait, I'll find you your props," Tang Qing nodded to Tang Lin with great satisfaction, got up from the boss's chair, walked to another corner of the office where the clutter was piled up, picked up a courier box on it, and then walked back with it, put the box on the mahogany tabletop, patted it, and then said to Tang Lin, " This is what I specially asked Korea Satellite TV to send to you, you can wear this set of clothes when you perform for a while, so that even if you don't perform well, you will have a certain amount of popularity. ”

Tang Lin's eyes, which were originally a little puzzled, became clear after hearing Tang Qingqing's words, and he had already guessed what was inside the box.

Tang Lin stood up, walked to the mahogany table, tried it on the Tang celebration, and opened the express box, which was indeed what he guessed, the set of clothes and masks that he wore to the end in "The Masked Singer".

"This is a special express delivery, and it was just delivered, and it wasn't prepared by us in advance, so you don't have to doubt anything," Tang Qingqing added before Tang Lin could speak.

"Well," Tang Lin nodded, on the express box, he did see a special emergency sign just now, and after looking at the costumes in the box with great nostalgia, Tang Lin asked Tang Qingqing: "Uncle Cousin, what content do I want to perform in a while, do you have any requirements from the organizers?"

Tang Lin asked this because he didn't know if there was a restriction on the performance on such an occasion, if he came casually, maybe he would mess up, not to mess up the whole ceremony, but to mess himself up, a organizer who can hold this kind of national-level music ceremony, for a young person like him, is still a behemoth, if he accidentally gets into trouble, then he wants to come out in the snow and frost, ice to the point that it can no longer be frozen, frozen to the point that it can no longer be frozen.

"Of course, there are no requirements, but after all, it is a music ceremony, so you should sing the song, it is better to be a little more novel, and give the audience at the scene and the audience in front of the TV some good starts, so that our ceremony can attract more people's attention and have a greater influence," Tang Qingqing said with a smile to Tang Lin, and walked back to his boss chair and sat down.

"Novelty," Tang Lin repeated the word, he soon knew that this was the rhythm of another song, but Tang Lin was not too worried about these songs, so he quickly agreed.

"Okay, then you can go backstage to find the band to hold a Buddha foot temporarily, now there is about an hour before the opening performance, it should be too late, I won't send you, there are signs outside, you follow the instructions above, you can go backstage soon, the band is in the special band room, knock on the door and say that you are I let you pass, they will know what the situation is," Tang Qingqing said to Tang Lin.

"Okay, I know, I'll go and prepare," Tang Lin nodded and said, picked up the box on the table, walked towards the door, and looked at the wall next to him after going out, sure enough, there was an obvious sign, and he walked in the direction of the sign.

Not long after Tang Lin left, the door of this simple office room, which was as simple as a utility room, was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man wearing Cheng Liang's leather shoes, a straight suit, and shiny hair walked in from outside, frowning and asking Tang Qingqing, who was still sitting there with a smile and dangling Erlang's legs: "Tang Qingqing, do you know what you are doing? What kind of nonsense about uncomfortable, unadaptable, hospitalized, etc., isn't it just to pave a sunny avenue for your nephew?" Do you know what a catastrophe it will be for our entire ceremonial organizer if this comes to light?"

"Nonsense, that's called ...... What is the name, I forgot, he is obviously already hospitalized, this is a fact Okay, I am not making it up, what are you afraid of," Tang Qingqing said with a smile still on his face.

"But we have a backup plan for the whole celebration, and it is impossible to force a random person to make up for it because of such a small matter, you are ruining the face of our organizer, okay?" said the middle-aged man angrily to Tang Qingqing.

"Take it easy, take it easy, what's there to be angry about, now the things you are worried about have not appeared, let me tell you this, Tang Lin alone with his little bee image, the headlines of all the music sections in the first half of the year in China, and the other entertainment gossip news headlines are also countless, this influence alone is enough to shut everyone up, and even many people applaud it, even if this incident breaks out, it will only praise our organizers for their decisive decision-making, not that we veto the old-fashioned left over from last year, What's wrong with the old plan, you know?" Tang Qingqing said to the middle-aged man very easily.

"So, it's good for you to be your host with peace of mind, but if you don't want to be the host, it's okay to come back and be the big boss behind the scenes, anyway, no one knows you, my eloquence is not bad, I can go out and help you support the field." ”

"Get out of here, it's better to do the same as you say, otherwise you really have to do something other than that, don't say that I don't cover you, you're dozens of years old and have private affairs, if your old man knows, he won't break your leg," the middle-aged man glanced at Tang Qingqing angrily, and turned around and left the office angrily.

"Cut! Just those guys' plans? If I had been allowed to deal with this little earlier, the Chinese Music Awards Ceremony would have become an international music awards ceremony a long time ago, I really don't know what it means to be a hero in the times, helpless, helpless!" Tang Qingqing sat alone in the boss's chair, sighing with emotion.

Besides, Tang Lin followed the instructions of the sign, and soon came to the band room that Tang Qingqing said, knocked on the door, and a man with pigtails came out, looking about thirty years old.

"Hello, I'm Tang Lin, the producer of Tang Celebration, and asked you to help me temporarily become proficient in the opening show," Tang Lin introduced himself to the man who opened the door with a smile, and roughly explained the purpose of coming here.

"The opening show? Isn't the opening show another person named Wang Dagai? Why did he become Tang Lin again?" the man said very puzzled.

"Fourth, let him come in, this is what Producer Tang informed us not long ago, I forgot to tell you, hurry up, hurry up, time is running out, you have to hurry up and practice," another somewhat sharp voice came from the accompaniment room, shouting to stop the confusion of the man who opened the door.

"Oh, okay, then you come in," the man let the door open for Tang Lin to walk in, and after Tang Lin walked in, he quickly closed the door of the accompaniment room tightly.

There were about a dozen people in the accompaniment room, Tang Lin counted carefully, there were fifteen people, and the number of people in this band also surprised Tang Lin, thinking that Wei Tianen's small team was only six people, and the number of such a band was directly 2.5 times that of Wei Tianen's band.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tang Lin, this time I came here to do a temporary performance of the opening show, the time is a little tight, I won't talk to you more, are there computers and printers here?" Tang Lin asked the people in the room after introducing himself a little again.

"Yes, in the back, you come with me," the man who opened the door for Tang Lin just now said to Tang Lin, and quickly led Tang Lin into a small room in the back.

There was a flash of transparent glass between this room and the big room they had just walked in, and it was obvious that this was the kind of monitoring room that monitored the quality of drills.

"You can use this computer," the man said to Tang Lin, pointing to a computer that had been turned on in a corner.

"Okay," Tang Lin nodded, and soon opened the webpage of the music list platform on this computer, and after logging in to his own account, he found a song on it and printed it out, but after thinking about it for a while, he printed another one, and then logged out of the account login state, and then closed the webpage.

"Okay, please help me make a copy, you should be able to have one copy for each of you," Tang Lin said to the man who had accompanied him in just now.

It's not that Tang Lin is hypocritical, or lazy, the printer on it doesn't have the function of copying, and when he printed it just now, he also printed it directly, and he didn't set the setting of how many copies to print, so Tang Lin had to trouble this man.

"Okay," the man took the two pieces of paper in Tang Lin's hand, looked at it, and soon, his eyes changed a little, but he soon walked to another corner, turned over a black cloth covering it, and what appeared in Tang Lin's sight was a printer.

"Because we rarely use such a large printer, a small one on the desktop is fine, so we usually cover this with a cloth to prevent dust from spilling into it," the man said to Tang Lin as he operated the printer.