The sketch was killed?

It is really uncommon for Lao Zhao's sketches to be killed, and there are few reports about this kind of thing in the media.

At least Xu Ning had never heard of it.

"No problem, Uncle Zhao, then I'll clean up tonight."

Zhao Benshan sat depressedly on the sofa in a room of the film and television house at this time, holding the sketch script that was killed in his left hand, and holding melon seeds in his right hand and constantly snorting there.

"Thank you for your hard work, my assistant was hospitalized with a sudden severe cold, you can come over and help him for a few days, it will not affect your return home for the New Year."

Laborious?

How can wool be called hard work?

He replied with a smile: "It's not hard, it's not hard, and I want to thank Uncle Zhao for thinking of me." ”

After hanging up the phone, he told Bao Qiang and Huang Bo about the situation, and the two knew that he was going to the Spring Festival Gala crew to work as an assistant to Zhao Benshan, and they were very supportive.

"Brother, go ahead, I'll help you move your things tomorrow." Wang Baoqiang patted his chest and promised.

"Baoqiang, hard work."

Xu Ning took out 200 yuan from his wallet and stuffed it to Bao Qiang: "Take it, don't shirk, find a car tomorrow and pull things over together." ”

Fortunately, the two of them don't have many things, and after packing up, there are only three snakeskin pockets, which can probably fill three suitcases.

After simply taking a few pieces of clothes, Xu Ning went out.

When I got to the side of the road, I took a car and went straight to the film and television house on the side of the West Fourth Ring Road, where most of the actors of the Spring Festival Gala crew lived.

In the car.

Xu Ning is thinking about wool picking, and he is going to be Zhao Benshan's assistant, is he a staff member of the Spring Festival Gala crew?

If you count, you can pick up a lot of wool.

You must know that the people who can perform on the Spring Festival Gala in 2002 are all powerful, and none of them are full.

Let's just say that the host is Ni Ping, Zhu Jun, Zhou Tao, Wang Xiaoya, Li Yong...... Everyone is a well-known figure in the hosting world.

Singing are Chen Huilin, Wang Lihong, Sun Nan, Sun Yanzi, Zhou Xun...... Needless to say, these people are all powerful, enough for Xu Ning to enter the dream realm to gather wool, and they can pick up a lot of [music] attributes.

sketches and cross talk Jiang Kun, Ben Shan, Hou Yaowen, Gao Xiumin, Feng Gong, Guo Donglin and others, take out one at random, and they are all independent existences.

Therefore, Xu Ning guessed that Zhao Benshan's sketch "Face" that was killed must have been killed by the judges because there were not enough laughs.

He has seen the sketch "Face" at Station B, which is actually quite funny, but there are indeed not as many laughs as "Selling Abduction" and "Selling Cars".

Now that "Face" has been killed, "Selling Cars" as an alternative should be launched soon.

It is now January 23, and there are 18 days left until the Chinese New Year's Eve, leaving little time for Zhao Benshan.

When Xu Ning arrived at the actor's house with two beers, Zhao Benshan was eating melon seeds in the room, and Fan Wei and Gao Xiumin were sitting in front of him.

"Xiao Xu, come in."

Zhao Benshirt got up and greeted.

"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Fan, Aunt Gao, hello."

After a few people exchanged a few words, Zhao Benshan ran to the door and closed the door: "I have been under too much pressure recently, and I have been killed in the sketch that I have worked hard to rehearse for more than 20 days, I really didn't expect it." ”

Fan Wei also shook his head helplessly: "I have passed the second round of review, but I didn't expect the last round to fall." ”

Gao Xiumin comforted: "Maybe it's a good thing, if we don't like the audience after playing "Face", then I'm sorry for everyone." ”

Zhao Benshan laughed and said: "Xiumin is right, we have to put on the best works, and there are three days to rehearse with makeup, and we must rehearse the alternative works within two days and pass the review." ”

After a few people discussed it, their confidence returned.

Although Zhao Benshan was depressed, he was not worried at all, because the alternative work "Selling a Car" had been rehearsed before and was praised by the jury.

It's just that he wants to challenge himself and is unwilling to follow the old path of "Selling Abduction" in 2001, so he will insist on "Face".

But apparently, the work "Face" has not been recognized by everyone.

"Let's drink first, come, Xiao Xu open the wine."

Zhao Benshan has long wanted to drink, and the intense rehearsals these days have overwhelmed him, and it is rare to have time to relax tonight.

"Come, relax tonight, and continue to work after drinking."

Just then, there was a knock at the door: "Dinner has arrived." ”

Xu Ning immediately went out to open the door.

The waiter took out five boxed lunches and handed them to him.

Just as he was taking the boxed lunch, a middle-aged man entered the room next to him with a sad face.

Closing the door and returning to the house, Zhao Benshan introduced to He Qingkui: "This is Xiao Xu, come over to replace Assistant Zhou." ”

He Qingkui nodded lukewarmly with him.

"Let's eat."

Several people opened the lunch box, and one took a bottle of beer.

"Cheers!"

"After eating this meal, everyone will work hard tonight, and we will improve "Selling Cars" again."

Zhao Benshan took the lead, and everyone toasted together.

Two 12 bottles of beer, a few people drank it with a box lunch, everyone's faces were flushed, and the atmosphere was warm.

He Qingkui is the screenwriter of "Selling a Car" and "Face", and he drank a little wine and talked a lot:

"Xiao Xu, you will be responsible for recording the time later, and I will divide the sketch into more than a dozen important nodes...... Rhythm is important, and it's your job to control the rhythm for us. ”

"Screenwriter He, Uncle Zhao, this task is too important...... I'm worried about myself ......"

Xu Ning did this kind of thing for the first time, and he felt a little bottomless.

Zhao Benshan patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Do you know why I called you here?" ”

This one...... Xu Ning really didn't know.

Zhao Benshan: "Because you are smart, I happen to like you too...... Don't worry, it's just to record the time, if our performance is fast or slow, you have to record it, and provide us with reference when it's over. ”

Fan Wei leaned back on the sofa and nodded: "The time left for us by the director is 14 minutes and 50 seconds, and we have to finish the sketch within this time, with an error of no more than 10 seconds." ”

……

After the five of them finished eating, they came to a rehearsal room, and after combing through the script for more than an hour, the three of them began to perform officially.

The first rehearsal was over in 12 minutes, and the pace of the three was too fast.

The second rehearsal was still too fast, 14 minutes over, but it was much better than just now.

It wasn't until the third time that the three found a rhythm, and the timing was well controlled.

However, Xu Ning always felt that something was wrong.

Although there are a lot of laughs in the whole sketch, none of them can detonate the audience.

When he returned to his hotel room and took a shower, he repeatedly recalled the performance in his mind, and finally let him find out what the problem was.