Siheyuan: I earned foreign exchange in the heyday

Chapter 876 Don’t even think about running away

Hearing that there was a program for the general public during the Chinese New Year, and it was a TV station, Chen Changan blurted out.

“Spring Festival Gala.”

Zhu Ling didn't expect Chen Changan to react so quickly. She had just mentioned Deputy Director Dai's request and Chen Changan immediately blurted it out.

"Spring Festival Gala? That's a good name, but what's the specific content? Do you have any good suggestions?"

Chen Changan spoke too quickly. The Spring Festival Gala in later generations did not start so early.

However, with the leadership of automobile manufacturers, the penetration rate of televisions in China is now increasing.

There would be nothing wrong if the TV station produced the Spring Festival Gala earlier, Chen Changan said.

"The Spring Festival Gala is a feast of joy for the general public on the night of the 30th.

Think about it, the night of the 30th is our traditional festival, and it is a time for the family to get together.

Our party was broadcast at this time, and the whole family was eating and watching TV.

The program must be mainly joyful, with the whole family watching TV, eating and cracking melon seeds.

We spent the New Year with laughter and joy, and the show ended after midnight. Just think about the good meaning and effect. "

As Chen Changan described, Zhu Ling thought of her parents and Chen Changan's sisters, who were eating and watching TV together at home.

Everyone laughed together because of the shows and talked about the various shows.

When Zhu Ling thought about the family being able to spend the Spring Festival like this, she immediately began to yearn for it.

"You are such a genius. You can even come up with a program like this. What's wrong with your brain?"

Chen Changan didn't feel ashamed either.

"Of course, don't look at who I am."

Zhu Ling rolled her eyes at Chen Changan at first. Even though Chen Changan sometimes looked like a child.

But she really admires Chen Changan. Many things that seem almost unsolvable to Zhu Ling are no problem at all in Chen Changan's hands.

"So do you have any good suggestions on the content of the program?

After all, this show will last from seven or eight in the evening until the early morning.

It won’t work if there aren’t enough good programs. We can’t have a war on the ground during the Spring Festival Gala, right?”

"No program? Are you kidding? There is no program for the Spring Festival Gala?

I tell you, once this news gets out, you will just feel that there is not enough time.

I even want to delay the time further, even to end at 2 or 3 in the morning."

Zhu Ling blinked, looking confused.

Chen Changan continued.

"First of all, there are many crosstalk performers in our Sijiu City and nearby Tianjin, right?

Your TV station should announce that it will select a few pairs of partners to perform on the Spring Festival Gala.

Just see if they will fight over these few spots.

If you want to be on our show, you must pass all the tests.

If you don't have any skills and you appear on TV, what should you do if the audience is not satisfied?

That means we must show our true abilities and present the best programs to the audience.

Then we can select the best couples from among these partners and put them on the show."

Zhu Ling's eyes were already full of stars. Seeing that Chen Changan was thirsty, she quickly poured him some water.

After taking a sip of water to moisten his throat, Chen Changan continued.

"Then there is our traditional program, Peking Opera.

With the power of your TV station and the cooperation of the people across the country, which Peking Opera master would refuse such a stage?

Of course, no matter what program it is, it has its own audience.

Therefore, the duration of each program should not be too long, otherwise it will easily make some viewers dissatisfied.

Just sing some excerpts that are familiar to everyone, or some of the more exciting ones.

For example, "Brother Liu's interpretation of that is too biased."

When Chen Changan talked about the happy places in his unit, he started singing.

After all, the Spring Festival Gala also carries a lot of Chen Changan’s childhood happiness.

When talking about the Spring Festival Gala, Chen Changan can always talk endlessly about many of the classic programs.

Zhu Ling, who was standing by, burst out laughing after listening to the so-called Peking opera sung by Chen Changan.

Seeing Chen Changan's puzzled face, not understanding why he was laughing, Zhu Ling laughed even harder.

"Did I sing it wrong? I think I sang it like this."

This time Zhu Ling laughed even crazier, holding her stomach.

"Can you please stop teasing me? You are not doing this on purpose."

"Did I sing it wrong? Impossible, I've listened to it so many times, even if I sang it badly, it definitely wouldn't be that wrong.

Listen again, Brother Liu..."

"No, please stop singing, my stomach is about to hurt from laughing."

Not only Chen Changan, but even the two children were attracted by Zhu Ling's laughter.

Chen Changan looked at Zhu Ling helplessly, wondering why Zhu Ling suddenly laughed.

"Today I finally understood that you don't know everything.

What you just sang was correct, but that was not Peking Opera, but the Henan Opera "Mulan".

After saying that, he looked at Chen Changan's embarrassed face and laughed even harder.

As a dancer by profession and having been the leader of an art troupe for such a long time, how could Zhu Ling not understand these common sense issues?

I originally thought that Chen Changan knew everything about astronomy and geography, and was omnipotent, and could even write very good songs.

It turns out that there are things that are common sense in the eyes of others, but he is not good at them.

"I just sang a couple of lines, as an example. I don't watch these very often."

Seeing Zhu Ling still making fun of him, Chen Changan said.

"Are you still laughing? If you're laughing, I won't give you any advice. You figure it out on your own."

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore. Please continue."

Seeing that Zhu Ling stopped laughing, Chen Changan continued.

“Besides that, anything like acrobatics, as long as it’s good, can be put on the show.

Another thing is, can the songs and dances that your art troupe is best at also be performed on the Spring Festival Gala stage?

By the way, the peacock dance that I told you about last time, which I created by learning from peacocks, you have finished it and can also perform it on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala."

After Chen Changan said this, Zhu Ling no longer had the heart to laugh.

"No, I haven't choreographed my dance yet, and there's not much time left until New Year's Eve. I'm afraid I won't make it in time."

Chen Changan had just laughed at Zhu Ling for so long, how could he let Zhu Ling go so easily now?

“This is the first year, and for such a large-scale program, even if we are well prepared, there will be problems of one kind or another.

This needs to be held several times more often. Only after we gain experience and summarize the gains and losses, can we do it better and better.

Besides, this program doesn’t need your involvement. Being a judge in selecting the programs is enough.

You don't have much to do normally, so why not use this time to choreograph the dance?"

The so-called poor arrangement was actually just Zhu Ling's excuse.

With Chen Changan's suggestions and the fact that he was a dancer, many people in the art troupe helped, and the dance was actually ready a long time ago.

This was her first performance and it would be broadcast on a program like the Spring Festival Gala, so Zhu Ling was still a little hesitant.

Finally, with the encouragement of Chen Changan, Zhu Ling decided to give it a try.

Then, Zhu Ling thought of something and said.

"I'm on the Spring Festival Gala, and you can't escape. I dance and you sing.

And sing a new song that no one has ever heard before."