"Director Huang, the backstage exit is too narrow, there are dozens of actors in "Hundred Monkeys Welcoming Spring" and "Chime Music", and there are a lot of props, which are easy to squeeze together when they are on the stage!"

"Director, the camera can't be done, let's see what the effect is."

"Huang Dao ......"

Before the last rehearsal began, Huang Yihe, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, already had a headache. He took the lead in initiating the Spring Festival Gala in the mainland, and he has been his chief director from the first session to the present, and has been unanimously praised by the leaders from Taili to the central government.

Seeing that the first two Spring Festival Galas were very successful, Huang Yihe is ready to play big this year. The first is to move the Spring Festival Gala from the TV station's studio to the Beijing Workers' Gymnasium, and at the same time change the previous recording and broadcast to live broadcast, wanting to make the program more enthusiastic, more cheerful, and more atmospheric.

But when it was really implemented, Huang Yihe found that the live broadcast was completely different from the recording and broadcasting, and the studio was completely different from the Workers' Sports Hall, and with his current talent, he couldn't control this kind of scene at all.

Everyone knows that there is a problem with this party, but no one can come up with an answer to the problem. Because none of the people on the scene have ever played live broadcasts, nor do they have any experience in holding a party in a large space.

"Ah Yuan, do you have any solutions?" Huang Yihe asked the young man beside him.

The young man's name is Huang Ayuan, a top student of the Department of Journalism of Taiwan's National Chengchi University, and he was also the pillar of China Television. The "Love" created by him was a trump card program with super high ratings, and won the "Golden Bell Award" for this, which was very valued by the then Director of the Information Bureau Song Chuyu.

But such a young ace host in Taiwan, three years ago, he studied abroad without telling his family and then joined the mainland, and currently serves as a consultant to the Overseas Television Center of CCTV, and is also one of the hosts of last year's Spring Festival Gala.

This gentleman is the first person to be a "defector" in Taiwan, and he also created the first entertainment program in the mainland, and many of the innovative reforms of CCTV in the 80s and 90s were actually from his proposals.

Huang Ayuan is also distressed, although he is well-informed, he has never played a large-space live broadcast, and he is completely blind to how to run this Spring Festival Gala.

With a wry smile, Huang Ayuan said: "Didn't the preparatory team invite Wang Zijun?" If he comes, there must be a way, he is the founder of the Taiwan Spring Festival Gala, and he has personally handled many large-scale concerts. ”

Speaking of Wang Zijun, Huang Yihe has a headache. He personally wrote a letter to invite Wang Zijun and Teresa Teng, and Wang Zijun later replied to him, saying that he could not be on stage, and Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng participated. Although Huang Yihe has some regrets, it is also a good thing to be able to invite Teresa Teng, but the annoying thing is that these three people are too big, and now the last rehearsal is about to begin, and Teresa Teng and others have never shown up at all.

"Director Huang, Teresa Teng is here!" Huang Yihe was depressed, and his assistant suddenly ran over to report.

"Oh?" Huang Yihe was overjoyed, although he came late, it was better than not coming, otherwise he would have to let other programs top.

When Huang Yihe received the news, the backstage was already boiling.

"Teresa Teng!"

"Miss Deng?"

“……”

As soon as Wang Zijun and the three appeared, they immediately remembered an exclamation. Wang Zijun and Zhao Yazhi were once again ignored by the choice of surnames, Teresa Teng was surrounded by groups, but the two of them were squeezed aside, and only those who couldn't squeeze through retreated to greet them.

"Mr. Wang, welcome to Beijing." A deep, magnetic bass voice came, followed by a large outstretched hand.

"Hello!" Wang Zijun looked at it, but it was Zhao Zhongxiang and Teacher Zhao who "the mating season is coming".

After chatting for a few words, Wang Zijun saw the two people next to him again, his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to greet him: "Mr. Zhu, Mr. Chen, what kind of sketch are you going to perform this year?" ”

Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao were quite surprised, and they didn't expect Wang Zijun to greet them. The two hurriedly came over to shake hands with Wang Zijun, and Chen Peisi asked, "Mr. Wang also knows us?" ”

Wang Zijun said with a smile: "I had a video tape of the Spring Festival Gala in the mainland last year, and the two of them "Eating Noodles" are very good-looking. ”

"Where, Mr. Wang praised it falsely." Zhu Shimao said modestly, but his face was red with a smile.

As he was talking, Huang Yihe brought someone over, held Wang Zijun's hand and said, "Mr. Wang, you are finally here!" ”

"Sorry, time is tight." Wang Zijun explained.

"It's okay, it's good that the three of you can come." Huang Yihe breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng's performances are all singing, the repertoire has already been sent, and he has made all kinds of preparations here, so it doesn't matter if there are a few rehearsals.

Huang Ayuan followed behind Huang Yihe, Wang Zijun recognized this pillar of China Television at a glance, and said in surprise: "It turns out that Mr. Huang is here, I said why you haven't appeared in China Television for several years." ”

Huang Ayuan's expression was a little embarrassed, but after all, he was born as a host, so he quickly opened the topic: "Mr. Wang, you are a great talent, I will trouble you to make a comment on the party later, please speak up if there is anything bad." ”

"Definitely." Wang Zijun nodded.

The time for the rehearsal was approaching, and Huang Yihe invited Wang Zijun to the audience to enjoy the rehearsal, and he also had the intention of asking for advice.

The scheduled time for the party was more than four hours, but the rehearsal time was nearly six hours.

Zhao Yazhi and Teresa Teng's show, one is in the front and the other is in the back. Zhao Yazhi sang "Waiting for a Thousand Years" and "Crossing Love", both of which are tracks in "The Legend of the New White Lady", but the latter song needs to be sung by men and women, and Huang Ayuan's singing skills are okay, so he was arrested on the same stage.

Teresa Teng sang a total of three songs, "The Long Road of Life" in Cantonese, "Love to Fight to Win" in Hokkien and "Blessing" in Chinese.

At this time, the Spring Festival Gala is like this, after twenty years, several singers can sing a song together, and now a singer sings several songs.

The performances of the two can be regarded as two "gaochao" that set off a rehearsal, and they were basically surrounded as soon as they got off the stage, and Wang Zijun didn't have a chance to contact them.

After the rehearsal, Wang Zijun was eating a boxed lunch arranged by the TV station in the audience, Huang Yihe came over with a few party production staff and asked, "What does Mr. Wang think of this party?" ”

Wang Zijun took a bite of rice and asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" ”

Huang Yihe, an old man in his fifties, asked funny: "What is a lie?" ”

Wang Zijun said: "The party was extremely successful, the scene was grand, the program was compact, and it was also broadcast live, which was very innovative. ”

Huang Yihe asked again: "What about the truth?" ”

Wang Zijun glanced at him and asked, "Do you really want me to say?" ”

"Say." Huang Yihe nodded.

Wang Zijun smiled: "It's a mess, it's so rotten that I can't evaluate it." ”

"What do you say? Kind of say it again! Huang Yihe didn't react yet, and one of the assistant directors of the party was already angry. In the eyes of the assistant director, although Wang Zijun is famous, why do you say that the party we worked so hard to make is useless?

"Qingyuan, shut up!" Huang Yihe reprimanded his subordinates for two sentences, turned his head and squinted and asked Wang Zijun, "Can Mr. Wang specifically point out our shortcomings?" I'm also good to change it to perfect. ”

Wang Zijun pointed to the stage with chopsticks and said: "First of all, this is a Spring Festival celebration party, and the tone is festive. Purely from the scene, it does have a bit of a festive taste, but what you see on TV is different. First of all, this is a large stadium, not a small studio, and the light requirements of the cameras here are completely different from those of a cramped studio. You only have four headlights here, the brightness is not enough at all, and this is a live broadcast, so there is no time to do post-processing of the picture. I'm sure the picture that the audience sees on the TV must be dark, and it will give people a serious and depressing psychological hint, what kind of festivity? ”

Since it was Huang Yihe, he was also dissatisfied with Wang Zijun's unkind evaluation before. But listening to Wang Zijun's analysis, he was already sweating in his vest, and comforted himself: "I also think there are some problems with the lighting, but it's not so serious, right?" ”

"You'll know when the time comes," Wang Zijun said again, "By the way, where did you buy this speaker?" Why is the sound so bad, it sounds like the singing voice is flat. ”

Can this also be heard? Huang Yihe said embarrassedly: "The audio was shipped from Hong Kong, but due to the inconvenience of transportation, we gave up part of it, reducing it from 20 tons to 8 tons. ”

"You can really save," Wang Zijun said, pointing to the headlights opposite, "The most important thing now is the lights, at least six more must be installed, otherwise the TV picture will become a black mess." ”

"Is it still too late?" A staff member interjected.

Wang Zijun said: "It's too late to get it, otherwise this evening show will be smashed no matter how exciting it is." You let a billion people across the country celebrate the Spring Festival with a lifeless, dark-toned show? Is this a gala or a memorial service? ”

Wang Zijun's mouth was not so sharp, but this bad rehearsal made him really want to complain.

"It doesn't matter if the sound is so loud, it's not that professionals can't hear it much, and at most the sensitive ones will feel that the sound is wrong." Wang Zijun continued, "But Huang Lao, what's the matter with the order of your program? ”

Huang Yihe was stunned and said: "There is also a problem with the program arrangement? ”

Wang Zijun said: "Doing a party is the same as making a fuss, paying attention to crested heads, pork belly, and leopard tails. A good start is half the battle, but as soon as you come up, you just let a few hosts procrastinate to introduce each other, and then greet the New Year. Not to mention, followed by a lengthy Peking Opera and ancient music ensemble, it is estimated that the elderly will watch it with relish, but middle-aged people like me may be sleepy to watch. And the back ......"

With Wang Zijun's comments one by one, cold sweat broke out on Huang Yihe's forehead. This Spring Festival Gala is an attempt by him, not only to change to a live broadcast in the gymnasium, but also to strive for a spectacular atmosphere. Under this kind of thinking of seeking innovation, change and greatness, he ended up ignoring the most basic things of the celebration party. Wang Zijun said that he didn't understand, but ignored it when it was dark under the lamp.

"Mr. Wang would have come earlier, but now ......" Huang Yihe's old face turned into a bitter gourd, this is the last rehearsal is over, and there will be a formal performance in a few days. It would be nice to add headlights to allow workers to work more overtime, but if the program is rescheduled, how can it be in time?

(To be continued)