Originally, the staff of the Spring Festival Gala program group were still dissatisfied with Wang Zijun, feeling that his words were too damaging and completely ignored their achievements, but when Wang Zijun analyzed it very professionally, there was only two words left in everyone's hearts.

"Director, what should I do?" Assistant director Liu Dongzhou asked.

"There are still three days to go." Huang Yihe gritted his teeth and said, "Change!" The problem with the sound is that it's too late, Xiao Chen, you are in charge of the lighting, it is really not possible to directly fly a few headlights from Hong Kong, and I am responsible for asking for money from above. Dongzhou and A-Yuan stayed, and the others could go back to rest first. Qingyuan, you go and inform the performers, just say that there are changes to the party, and there will be an additional rehearsal tomorrow......"

After all the work was arranged, Huang Yihe said to Wang Zijun: "Mr. Wang, can you discuss the party again tonight?" ”

"Okay." Wang Zijun looked at his posture, and it was estimated that he would be busy until midnight.

In fact, Huang still asked Wang Zijun to stay, just to discuss the re-editing of the show. Of course, this re-arrangement is just to adjust the order of the show, not to completely re-arrange the new show, after all, everyone has been preparing for so long.

Teresa Teng and Zhao Yayi heard that Wang Zijun wanted to stay, and after a few words, they left with Wang Mingquan, Mi Xue and others, and several women made an appointment to visit Beijing's night market. It's just that most of them will be disappointed, and the night market in Beijing this year is not as fun as Hong Kong and Taipei.

Wang Zijun finished eating the boxed lunch and walked to the center of the stage in person. Accustomed to all kinds of luxurious and creative stages, he is quite a trio about the stage in front of him.

Wang Zijun also watched the rehearsal just now, and the whole party had almost no other stage effects except for artificial fog. And what about the lights? Several of the headlights are white, and the colored light comes from several rotating lights on the stage floor.

The problem is that these colorful rotating lights are not even as good as those in the later discotheques, and they are placed on such a large stage, and the audience seats are far away, so they will not have any positive effect when performing the program, but will look ghostly on the stage.

In other words, the colors of the whole party from beginning to end are very monotonous and boring, and if you add Huang Yihe's previous program arrangement, it will definitely be so dull that the audience will fall asleep.

"Tear down these rotating lights!" Wang Zijun kicked the light bar on the ground and said. He is not an immortal, even if he tries his best to help Huang Yihe make suggestions, many hardware cannot be changed in a few days. It was destined to be a failure, and all they could do now was to try to make it up as much as they could, and not make it too ugly.

You must know that in the parallel space, when the chief director Huang Yihe went to the group worship on the second day of the Spring Festival Gala, even the central leaders unanimously criticized and scolded him, which can be imagined to be so bad that laymen can't stand it.

Wang Zijun accompanied several key personnel to discuss until more than four o'clock in the morning, and finally basically finalized the order of the program.

Peking Opera "Hundred Monkeys Welcome Spring" was used as the opening program, and the length of the program was cut by more than half, leaving only those more lively and festive excerpts.

That is, the meaning of Peking Opera is regarded as the opening song and dance, but the on-site effect is still insufficient, because "Hundred Monkeys Welcome Spring" has no lyrics, and it is all the sound of gongs and drums.

What Wang Zijun means is that the first part of "Hundred Monkeys Welcoming Spring" opens with the sound of drums, but in the later part, Peking Opera completely becomes a background dance, and here another song is added to welcome the spring.

"What's the song?" Huang Yihe said, "Where can I find a singer and a suitable song temporarily." ”

Huang Ayuan said with a smile: "Director, have you forgotten that there is a great talent in front of you who can sing in seven steps?" ”

"The song is easy to do, bring pen and paper." Wang Zijun copied Sun Yue's "Happy Chinese Year" in faith, changed a few lines of lyrics, and sang while writing:

"The golden wind sends happiness, and the spring flowers have bloomed.

In February, the spring thunder gongs and drums of the earth were beaten, the hundred-year dream has come true, and the millennium hand in hand.

China enters a new era...... Congratulations on the Chinese New Year, the five grains are full of smiling, congratulations on the Chinese New Year, and the singing is thousands of miles into a piece,......"

When Wang Zijun finished writing the song, he was still humming the lyrics in his mouth, but he saw a circle of people around him looking at him.

In the afternoon, he wanted to scold Wang Zijun and Sun Qingyuan, but at this time, he asked in surprise as if he had seen a ghost: "Mr. Wang, have you already prepared the song?" ”

Huang Ayuan couldn't help but smile and said: "Mr. Wang is a well-known fast knife player, and he writes songs easily, and he has never disappointed." ”

"This song is good, festive and profound," Huang Yihe clapped his hands in admiration, "or Mr. Wang, you can sing it." ”

"Don't," Wang Zijun hurriedly waved his hand, "It's best not to say that it's me even the author of this song, otherwise I'll be punished when I go back to Taiwan." ”

Huang Yihe was puzzled: "Which singer should I find to sing for a while?" ”

"Otherwise," Wang Zijun said, "halfway through the performance of "Hundred Monkeys Welcoming Spring", those gongs and drums will disappear. Then the music of "Happy Chinese Year" sounded, and the five hosts sang out from the backstage. Then the host sings at the front of the stage, and the Peking Opera actors perform in the background. After the singing, the surprise actors left the stage, and the five hosts who sang the song began to greet the audience. Huang Lao, what do you think of this? ”

"Let the host sing? Can they do it. Huang Yihe was a little unsure.

Wang Zijun smiled: "What's not to do? Among the five hosts, Jiang Kun and Ma Ji have profound attainments in opera, and it is very easy to sing a saliva song, while Banban was originally a Hong Kong female singer, although Zhang Yu is a movie actor, it should not be difficult for her to sing. As for Zhu Wanyi, as far as I know, she also sang the national anthem before. In the past few days, let them get familiar with it and contact them. ”

Huang Yihe nodded subconsciously and began to think about Wang Zijun's suggestion, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the effect would be very good. If Wang Zijun hadn't said it, he wouldn't have thought of stringing together two completely unrelated programs, and also brought out the appearance of the host together, without any abruptness in the middle, which was far more atmospheric than his previous opening.

Everyone is an insider, and after Wang Zijun said his thoughts, they thought about it for a while and quickly understood the mystery.

Wizard!

The members of the Spring Festival Gala program team couldn't help but give Wang Zijun a thumbs up, and they all admired it from the bottom of their hearts.

For everyone's appreciation, Wang Zijun is well deserved. The actors of the Spring Festival Gala in later generations were overcrowded, and there was no way to skewer various programs. And today's Spring Festival Gala is a shortage of programs, and I can't wait to sing several songs by myself, so the directors' thinking will naturally not go to the side of skewering.

It was already the middle of the night, everyone was hungry, Huang Yihe asked someone to cook noodles for supper, and continued to discuss while eating.

On the whole, there are too many opera programs in the whole party, and the singing and dancing programs are seriously divided, and there is no accompanying dance for solo singing. These can't be changed, the stage effect is like some kind of snowflake, and you can join it when you hang Weiya. There is also the fact that the actors' costumes are too simple and serious, and Huang Yihe also said that he will try to improve them in the past few days. Wang Zijun promised him to get Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng's costumes, Zhao Yazhi just wore the white lady's costume when he sang, and he asked people to fly from Hong Kong tomorrow.

Later, the order of the programs was reorganized, and almost half of the programs had changed. Huang Yihe was old, and when he finished talking, he was already tired, holding Wang Zijun's hand and sighing: "Mr. Wang, fortunately I have your help, otherwise my old face may be lost home." ”

"Where, where, I'm just here to make suggestions, sir, your party planning is still good." Wang Zijun said modestly.

In the next few days, both the behind-the-scenes staff of the Spring Festival Gala Working Group and the performers who participated in the performance were all choked with hard work. There were complaints among the actors, they had been busy for a month or two, and now they had to do it all over again.

Huang Yihe was the most stressed, discussing until more than four o'clock in the morning on the first day, getting up early at seven o'clock the next day to prepare, and only resting for two or three hours almost every day for the next few days, the Spring Festival Gala had not yet started, and he looked like he was more than ten years old.

Through the efforts of the workers, the large lighting in the Workers' Sports Hall has changed from four to ten. The costumes have also been slightly changed, although it still makes Wang Zijun feel monotonous, but it is much more lively than before.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, Wang Zijun, Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng were arranged in the front row of the audience. Even in the front row, there is a big boss on the stage, and there is no electronic display screen in the sky, and the audience at the back is estimated to not even be able to see what the performers look like.

Bad is bad, at least it's much better than the other day.

Suddenly, the audience on one side stood up collectively, Wang Zijun turned his head to look, only to find that it was the central boss who came. Wang Zijun didn't know if the chief designer in the parallel space came to watch the party, but at this time, he saw it clearly, the old man walked in front of the group, waving to the audience behind him from time to time.

Seeing the old man coming over, Wang Zijun couldn't help but stand up. Just as the old man walked in front of him, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Friends from Taiwan are welcome to come home often to play." ”

Wang Zijun held down the excitement in his heart and greeted: "Good boss, happy Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

"You also have a happy Chinese New Year's Eve," the old man said with a smile, "I heard that you have also contributed a lot to this party, I want to take a good look." You are the pride of the Chinese, but I have long admired the great name. ”

"I'm ashamed." Wang Zijun replied.

The old man joked to the people around him: "This little comrade can't let go, so let's not embarrass him." ”

The old man was about to leave, but Wang Zijun hurriedly shouted, "Boss, wait a minute." ”

"What's the matter?" The old man asked.

Wang Zijun pointed to the photographer next to him and said, "Can you ask them to cut out the shot just now?" ”

The old man laughed and said, "Yes." You comrade is too timid. ”

(To be continued)