Wang Yong was a little confused. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't have any good intentions when he came to participate in the show, so how could he sit in the first row? Who didn't sneak in and hide, but told the world openly?

Wang Yong hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "Don't go, I'm farsighted." The first row was too close, and it hurt to look at it. ”

The field manager's face turned dark, and it was the first time he heard that there was such a farsightedness. The elderly in their seventies and eighties suffer from presbyopia, and it is difficult to thread needles at most, and it is not said that it is uncomfortable to see things from a distance of several meters.

This man's illness is also unusual.

"It's okay, look at the first row, it's far away from the main stage! The field affairs couldn't help but say, and pulled Wang Yong to the first row.

"How's it going? Isn't it different from what you imagined?" asked Wang Yong, the venue attendant, who pressed Wang Yong into the first row of the audience.

Wang Yong hated this field in his heart, and he didn't know what he saw about himself, so he had to arrange himself in the first row.

"Hehe, it's different. The contrast in front of this light is too strong, and I still have a bit of glaucoma, I can't stand it. I'd better go to the back. Wang Yong said, and he was going to go back.

The field manager got angry: "What's the matter with you? I'm not happy to give you a place at the front? I won't be able to ask others to arrange it! Which unit are you? I'll see if it's someone invited by our TV station." ”

"......" Wang Yong stopped talking.

If you show the tickets to the venue staff, you will definitely be able to find out Wang Yong's identity. Then Wang Yong's purpose today will be nullified.

So Wang Yong could only sit down honestly, and all of his farsightedness and glaucoma disappeared at once.

The field affairs walked away triumphantly and arranged for other personnel to be seated.

Wang Yong looked at the back of the field service, and scolded in his heart: Let you laugh!

Finally, all the audience was seated, and the preparations for each department were completed.

The director stood under the stage, looked at the camera, and made a gesture to the host on stage: "Recording begins!"

A down-and-out and generous hostess walked onto the stage and introduced the show with a smile.

"Good evening everyone, this is the recording site of "Mr. Huaxia" held by Yanjing TV. The guest speaker invited for you this time is still Mr. Zhang Qingzhi! Everyone applauds and welcomes!"

There was a bang, and sparse applause rang out.

It can be seen that the audience is not very interested.

From the beginning of the show, it seems that there have been two Jinghua professors in the middle, and the rest are all Zhang Qingzhi talking. It's just his show!"

"Hey, that's fine. Who made Yanjing TV have no money? This TV station is in Yanjing with CCTV, and whether it is funds or connections, it has been completely crushed by CCTV, how aggrieved do you say? It is said that Zhang Qingzhi is already the best guest they can invite, and the other guests either don't know how to do shows, or their fame is too small. All the famous ones have gone to record "Hundred Lectures", who is here!"

"Yes, it looks like I'm going to be dozing off for another two hours today. ”

"Hehe, there is an air conditioner blowing, don't spend your own money, don't sleep in vain!"

The audience's complaints came, and the director next to him frowned.

"Be quiet, be quiet! How many times have I said that? Please be absolutely quiet at the recording site! If you want to talk, please go out and talk!" the director said angrily.

If it weren't for the fact that the students were on vacation now, it would be difficult to find someone. The director is reluctant to give the tickets to these aunts and uncles who only know how to rub the air conditioner!

But even with the unhappy expression on his face, the director still admitted that what the uncles said was the truth.

Now "Mr. Huaxia Good" is hanging in a rather embarrassing position, and the station has said several times that the ratings will not go up again, so they will cut this show.

If it weren't for the fact that the show was still under a lofty guise and coincided with the call for the country's revival of traditional culture, it is estimated that today's issue would have been absent a long time ago.

But the director is no different, Zhang Qingzhi is indeed the only guest who can handle it at present.

The guests invited to the other episodes are too academic, and the knowledge they talk about is profound and difficult to understand, and the audience refuses to buy it. Only Zhang Qingzhi still has a little ratings.

This is also the reason why Zhang Qingzhi is treated the same as his uncle.

Otherwise, with Zhang Qingzhi's urine, the director would have turned his face with him a long time ago.

"Hello audience friends, I'm Zhang Qingzhi, I'm here again. Zhang Qingzhi stepped onto the stage.

I have to say that this kid has been immersed in the entertainment industry for a long time, and he still has some Taoism. As soon as he came to power, the whole person changed. Become radiant, like a real older gentleman, shining in the spotlight.

Sir, in ancient times it was an honorific title for a teacher. It was first seen in "Qu Li": "From Mr. Yu, do not speak to others without being polite".

The show "Mr. Good Huaxia" is also taken from this meaning, focusing on cultural reality shows. It is a type of "Hundred Lectures" that is popular with CCTV.

It's just that people's "Hundred Lectures" has set a rating of 0.69% in the country, but "Mr. Huaxia Good" has not even broken through 0.1.

There is no comparison at all, and it is no wonder that the leaders of Yanjing TV have always wanted to cut this show.

"Today I want to talk to you about Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi is a very interesting person. His surname is Zhou, the word is Xiu, he is a native of Song and Mongolia, and his ancestor is Song Daigong, the monarch of Song State.

As a famous thinker, philosopher and writer in the middle of the Warring States period of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Zhuangzi founded Zhuangxue, an important philosophical school in China......"

Zhang Qingzhi began the lecture.

As soon as the words came out, some audience members sitting in the back row began to yawn and drooped their eyes.

Zhuangzi is still a little far away from real people, and it is just enough to say that it is vivid and interesting, but Zhang Qingzhi is also meaningless. It's all scripted things, and the few points he thinks are interesting don't have the effect they should have.

"Why did this Teacher Zhang do it? The effect of today's show is so poor?" asked the director a little depressed.

The assistant director next to him also had a bitter face and said: "From the fact that he repeatedly delayed the recording time, I knew that it would be no good thing! ”

"Forget it, bear with me. I'm already in contact with another guest, and if that guest can talk, I'll change this Zhang Qingzhi. The director shook his head.

Wang Yong was sitting in the first row at this time, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all, for fear that Zhang Qing would recognize him at a glance.

But Wang Yong is here to do bad things today, how can he do bad things without raising his head and not talking?

Wang Yong looked around and happened to see an uncle's sunglasses hanging on the arm of a chair behind him. The uncle was drowsy and completely unaware that someone was staring at his cool toad glass.

Wang Yong quietly took off the sunglasses and put them on. With the help of the mobile phone screen, not to mention, it has really changed. People like Zhang Qingzhi, who have only met Wang Yong once, are impossible to recognize.

"Hehe, it's finally time for me to play!" Wang Yong laughed, his eyes fell on Zhang Qingzhi on the stage.

Zhang Qingzhi was so fascinated that he couldn't extricate himself from his own rhythm. He felt that what he spoke was really good, and he didn't let the teachers of the hundred forums do it too much.

Suddenly, Zhang Qingzhi shuddered. It felt like being targeted by a big snake, and my whole body was chilling.

"Strange, could it be that the air conditioner is turned on too much?" Zhang Qingzhi thought in his heart.

"Teacher, I have a question for me. At this time, I saw a spectator sitting in the first row raise his hand.

Zhang Qingzhi smiled and nodded: "Excuse me." ”

Of course, he knows that the audience in the first row is basically childcare, and he must ask questions according to the rhythm of the guests.

In other words, this audience raised their hands at this time, which must have been arranged by the director team.

Zhang Qingzhi didn't know that the director team at the moment was also confused.

"What's the situation with this person? I haven't even arranged the question session, why did I ask a question?" the director asked.

"I don't know, it seems to be the person who arranged the field affairs. I'm still wearing sunglasses on this show, what kind of plane are I doing! Field affairs, come here!" the assistant director was also angry.

The field clerk trotted over.

"Explain what's going on with that man!"

As soon as the field affairs saw Wang Yong, they panicked. Sure enough, he was the guy with the most faults! I knew that he wouldn't be forced to be the first row at that time!

But at this time, it was too late to regret it, and the field staff could only forcibly explain: "That person's eyes are not good, so he wears sunglasses......"

"What does it mean to sit in the back row?"

"Uh...... In fact, this person is very cultured, he must really have a question to ask when he asks questions, maybe he can rub a spark with Teacher Zhang?"

"If he asks questions, I'll settle accounts with you!" the director glared at the scene and revealed it for the time being.

In the audience, Wang Yong had already stood up and was talking to Zhang Qingzhi about his problem.

"Mr. Zhang just talked about "Zhuangzi Outer Chapter", so there is a sentence in the 'Tenth Chapter' of this article: The saint does not die, and the thief does not stop. It means that if the saint does not die, there will be no shortage of thieves in this world. Can you express your opinion on this?"

"Hey, this person's level of questioning is okay!" The director was surprised when he heard Wang Yong's question.

"I'll just say it, I don't have to say anything about this person's cultural accomplishment. The field attendant smiled.

"Well, find more people like this in the future. The director praised the scene staff.

It's just that if the director knows Wang Yong's true purpose, and whether he has the courage to say this, it is unknown.

Zhang Qingzhi on the stage also praised his words: "This friend's question is very high-level, and the saint is not only immortal and thief, it is indeed a controversial theory put forward by Zhuangzi." So I'll tell you what this theory really means. ”

This is Lao Zhuang's harshest criticism of Confucianism, and he uses sharp language to point directly at the core of Confucianism - the sage. He believed that the existence of saints had set a code of conduct for the world. It is also known as 'born a saint and leads by example'. The saint stood high in heaven and laid out a code of conduct for his subjects below. Then say to your subjects, "This is the noblest thing, and you all have to learn." But no one knows what the saint is doing behind his back.

For example, Zhu Xi of the Ming Dynasty, known as Zhu Zi, put forward the concept of 'preserving heavenly principles and destroying people's desires', but his private deeds are more despicable than ordinary people. not only married several concubines in a row, but also had an innocent relationship with his daughter-in-law. Under this kind of saintly rule, how can the world be peaceful? It will inevitably backfire, produce a large number of thieves, and produce a dark side. This is also the counter-effect of Confucianism too much flaunting itself, and Zhuangzi's criticism of Confucianism can be described as hitting the nail on the head......"