"Okay, now that everyone is pretty much familiar with it, let's start our afternoon recording. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info "Seeing that everyone is already familiar with it, Zhang Hong began to arrange the afternoon recording again, "The program that needs to be broadcast today has almost finished recording in the morning, since our immortals have already come, then you might as well add another video as a warm-up for tomorrow." This Zhang Hong was obviously also inspired, and suddenly proposed.

"This, this doesn't fit the format, right?" At this time, another middle-aged man on the side frowned.

"If there is anything that does not conform to the competition system, these are not all up to you, I think it is so decided, you might as well have a three-ying battle!" It's just that here, Zhang Jihua is obviously a head taller than the middle-aged man, so even if the man is in a bad mood, he can't say anything.

"Then according to what Zhang planned and said, you three, go to the fitting room and put on makeup." The middle-aged man said in harmony to Zhang Jihua, and then looked at Han Qingya and the three people who were gathered together.

"Oh, oh, yes, where." It's false to say that I'm not nervous, and when I heard that I was going to record a show in the afternoon, Han Qingya couldn't make sense excitedly.

"Xiao Wang! Xiao Feng! You take them down to put on makeup, hurry up, it's going to be broadcast in the evening, and now it's 6 hours before it airs, and after 3 hours of post-production, we only have 3 hours left to record this show. The middle-aged man whispered to the staff.

"Don't worry, Director Zhao, I promise to resolve the battle quickly!" When Xiao Feng heard the middle-aged man's tone, he deliberately laughed to ease the atmosphere.

"Okay, don't be poor, go and come back quickly!" Planning Zhang saw that the style of painting was wrong, and he also played haha. You must know that no matter what world it is, the director is the real protagonist, as for the planning, he is just a character who supports the scene, to put it bluntly, he is a dispensable character, but for some reason, this planning is even stronger than the director surnamed Zhao.

"Well, Miss Han, please come with me." As he spoke, Xiao Feng led Han Qingya to the backstage of the studio.

"Huh? Ask you, who was that middle-aged man just now? Han Qingya's curiosity was aroused, and when she walked to the backstage, she asked Xiao Feng in a low voice.

"That's our Director Zhao, the chief director of this poetry conference." Xiao Feng enthusiastically introduced.

"Isn't the director bigger than the planner, how can it look the opposite." Han Qingya thought about the conversation between Zhang and Zhao just now, and asked curiously.

"Hey, we have someone above Zhang Ce." That Xiao Feng was obviously also a gossip figure, and pointed to the sky with a mysterious expression.

"Uh, that's ......"

"Sister Sun, hurry up, I'm going to record another one in the afternoon, this is our protagonist, you look at it and put on makeup, just light it up, the time can't catch up." Before Han Qingya could continue to ask questions, she came to the dressing room, only to hear this Xiao Feng talking to a makeup artist in the dressing room.

"Okay, you can rest assured, it'll be done in twenty minutes!" The makeup artist replied confidently, "Little girl, come in with me, we have to hurry, you see what Xiao Feng has become in a hurry." He beckoned to Han Qingya again.

"Oh, oh." Seeing that the makeup artist was talking to herself, Han Qingya hurriedly replied, joking, she had never enjoyed such a high-standard treatment in her previous life, she just made up her own makeup, and she had never dreamed of coming to National Television to record a show like this.

"Hey, don't be nervous, when you're done recording, you'll find out that you're like that, soon." The makeup artist saw Han Qingya's appearance and smiled, "Do you think it's really a live broadcast?" That's just a gimmick within the industry, there is a five-minute delay in news broadcasting, as far as live broadcast is concerned, it is generally recorded in the morning, produced in the afternoon, and broadcast in the evening, where is there any real live broadcast. Although the makeup artist was talking, he still didn't stop his movements.

Han Qingya only felt novel, this world's live broadcasts came like this, and besides, it was really comfortable to have a makeup artist.

"Why don't you speak? Disappointed? Our national TV is pretty good, and there really isn't a live broadcast on satellite TV in those places, except for the news delay5 to 10 minutes, other live programs were even recorded a few days ago, and most of the viewers in those auditoriums are relatives of internal employees. Seeing that Han Qingya didn't speak, the makeup artist thought that Han Qingya was disappointed, so she explained slowly.

"Isn't there anyone exposed?" Han Qingya suddenly asked, you must know that this situation rarely occurs even in the previous life when the national strength was not very strong, and the news broadcast was delayed by 5 minutes.

"Hey, useless, you haven't seen a comment on this online, have you? This is a gag order issued by the state, but any comments on this aspect are deleted by the system in seconds. "This makeup artist is suitable for a profession like being a teacher, and you must answer any questions.

"Why?" Hearing this, Han Qingya was even more strange, even the country acquiesced to the radio station doing this?

"Haven't you heard about 941001 incident? Your parents should have heard that in 94, there was a national television news broadcaster who actually said something strange during the live broadcast, although it was only broadcast for 43 seconds, but since then the country has banned the live broadcast of radio. "The makeup artist's explanation is a little chilling.

"I haven't heard of it, my mom hasn't told me." Han Qingya said to herself, "Then what about later, what did that person say?" She was completely intrigued and hurriedly asked.

"Where did I go to know what he said, I also listened to what my colleagues said, okay, it's almost, you can see how it is, if you can, go to the studio quickly, I guess Xiao Feng is in a hurry." As he spoke, the makeup artist stopped the movements of his hands, picked up the small mirror on the side and handed it to Han Qingya.

"It's so beautiful, it's much better than what I painted, thank you, Sister Sun, then I'll go first." Saying that, Han Qingya opened the door and walked out, "Brother Feng, please wait for so long, let's go over quickly, don't let Director Zhao and them wait in a hurry." ”

"Uh-huh, let's go, let's go faster." This Xiao Feng suddenly saw Han Qingya, who had been wearing makeup, and was stunned for a moment, and said with a red face.

"......" Seeing Xiao Feng like this, Han Qingya was also a little speechless, this Xiao Feng looked like he was twenty-four or five years old, how could he still be like a high school student, blushing at every turn.

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