There is no oil barrel website in China, and it is not illegal to use some private means to force it, but it is illegal.

Ordinary people are okay, as long as they play casually, as long as they don't go too far and spread some bad information, no one will care. But Han Lan is a public figure after all, and this head must not be brought.

However, it is not difficult to carry out a live broadcast of oil barrels in China, after all, there is a live broadcast room in the oil barrel of the Spring Festival Gala now, and you only need to report it through formal channels.

So soon, Han Lan's live broadcast room on the oil drum was also opened.

and Xia Ningxuan, one person and one mobile phone, live broadcast simultaneously at home and abroad.

Fans from all over the world heard that Han Lan started a live broadcast on the oil barrel, and they also poured in, and the live broadcast room became more and more popular, and the barrage in various Chinese languages continued.

Han Lan can understand most of them, after all, there are only a few foreign languages in the mainstream, and there are a few that I really can't recognize what language they are, so I just skip them and ignore them.

Xia Ningxuan knew that Han Lan's international lingua franca was particularly slippery, and she had seen his Gallic and Spanish when she went to Western Europe last time, but now she was also shocked when she saw Han Lan's various Chinese languages switching freely.

"666, Lao Hei's foreign language show makes my scalp tingle."

"It means that I didn't understand a word......

"Lao Hei is an international superstar now, and he actually has foreign fans? Is there a lot of people? ”

Xia Ningxuan helped to look at the barrage on the domestic side, patted Han Lan's shoulder and reminded him, Han Lan also noticed, and waved her hand very humbly: "Low-key and low-key, what kind of international superstar?" There aren't many fans, and it adds up to 10 million. ”

“666”

"Sexy old black, cup online!"

"Damn, there are 10 million fans abroad? Is the data really fake? ”

"A glance at Lao Hei's blue pigeon homepage, there are more than 13 million fans, but I don't know how much water there is."

"Many small fresh meat real fans in China don't have 10 million, right?"

"Terrifying!"

"I'm going to establish a foreign branch of Black Legend?"

Han Lan saw her fans exclaiming in the barrage, and she was also very proud, and began to switch between Chinese and foreign languages, running the train with her mouth full. and domestic netizens boast about how popular they are overseas, and foreign netizens boast that they are the most popular in China.

The backstage of the Spring Festival Gala has already taken fans to visit just now, although foreign fans haven't seen it, but Han Lan is too lazy to walk around now, so she found a nearby place to sit down, chat casually with fans at home and abroad to relieve boredom, and answer some fans' questions from time to time.

Especially overseas fans, many crooked nuts actually don't understand Huaguo's Spring Festival Gala, and they have watched many previous shows with novelty and asked a lot of related questions.

Han Lan is happy to introduce some cultural things to them, some people in the backstage who really don't understand understand it, find a guest performer to come over and help introduce it, and he will translate it next to him.

In fact, traditional culture is very boring for many people, and this is still the case for locals, let alone foreigners.

After all, those foreigners who are very curious about Chinese culture are only a minority, and most people are actually reluctant to take the initiative to understand Chinese culture, which is too obscure.

It's like people who are bad at high numbers, most of them won't be interested in high numbers.

But sometimes sit down like this and listen to your favorite celebrities without a word of humorous talk about traditional Chinese culture, and many people who are not interested in these things also listen to it with relish.

After you have briefly understood the little knowledge behind these programs, you will go back to watch it, and the various gorgeous singing and dancing performances on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala are no longer just gorgeous, they are magnificent long pictures of 5,000 years!

In fact, Han Lan didn't know much about these things, but there was no way, who asked Tan Lun's old man to go to his house every week to do tai chi? When I am resting, I like to pull him to sit down and nag, and I will understand after listening to more.

The live broadcast didn't last long, and the two turned off their mobile phones when they were almost out of battery.

After all, it's a star, not a special anchor, and it's okay to chat with fans for an hour or two once in a while, and it's really tiring for them to talk to the screen all the time.

Not only was she tired of talking, Xia Ningxuan's arms were sore when she raised her back, and Han Lan didn't know how to help her hold her mobile phone, so she knew that she was holding Chu Mo Yunsheng, a little girl, to take her for a while, and she was so angry that Chu Mo Yunsheng's mouth was about to rise to the sky.

Because it is really difficult to find the most beautiful shooting angle with her mobile phone, her face looks bigger than Xia Ningxuan every time she looks in the picture.

In fact, the main reason why Han Lan didn't want to continue the live broadcast was that the black legend in the barrage suddenly began to brush up the names of the dishes, reporting one by one what they had eaten tonight. Han Lan was angry when she thought of her boxed lunch, it was too difficult for the New Year!

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"Director, the ratings are 33.45%! I'm about to be on Mr. Cao's sketch, and it's expected that I will be able to hit 70% during this period! ”

Listening to the assistant's report, Zhao Chengwen also nodded with satisfaction.

Mr. Cao is the "nail household" of the Spring Festival Gala, and his sketches are almost a must-see program for everyone at the Spring Festival Gala every year, and the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala are basically unbeatable as soon as his program comes on stage.

But this year, it may be the last time he will go to the Spring Festival Gala.

Mr. Cao is also old, in his sixties, and he is not as young as Xiao Xiao in terms of physical strength and spirit. It is very rare to insist on performing on stage now, and after the ten-minute sketch performance of the Spring Festival Gala last year, I was so tired that I sat in a wheelchair and asked my apprentices to help push me after getting off the stage.

"Alas, this year's Spring Festival Gala is not difficult, but what should I do about next year's Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhao Chengwen thought that Mr. Cao would not be on stage at the Spring Festival Gala next year, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion as his successor, that is, the director of next year's Spring Festival Gala.

In fact, not only Mr. Cao, but also many old artists of the Spring Festival Gala were a little overwhelmed, and they all withdrew from the stage of the Spring Festival Gala one after another. And next year's Spring Festival Gala will usher in a wave of replacement peaks, and the old people represented by Mr. Cao really can't hold on.

Among the young people, language programs have also brought out many excellent apprentices who can take over their classes, but their popularity has always been inferior to them, and they have been on stage more than once, but many viewers still don't recognize people.

In fact, in recent years, there have been more and more small fresh meat in the Spring Festival Gala for this reason, no matter how formal the Spring Festival Gala is, it is still a party after all, and no one pays attention to the party, is it still a party?

How to find the right balance between tradition and traffic has always been a headache for the team in recent Spring Festival Galas.

"Alas...... There is a long way to go, and there is a long way to go. Zhao Chengwen sighed and shook his head, thinking that it would be nice if there were a few more little fresh meat like Han Lan.

Although the amount of food is a little larger, they have real skills, and it is not that they can't afford to provide their box lunches for a few more Spring Festival Galas.

"Director Zhao, after Mr. Cao's program, the next two programs are Han Lan's team's "Confession Balloon"." The assistant reminded.

"Well, are they starting to prepare? Let them prepare in advance and don't make mistakes. ”

“em…… Director Zhao, there is indeed a little situation in the background. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Chengwen tugged in his heart and turned his face to look at him.

The assistant smiled awkwardly and said, "Han Lan, he'...... He was hungry and was eating supper. ”

“？？？” Zhao Chengwen.