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Chapter 47 You Are the First

Huang Ze couldn't help but remind him again, "Director Huang, if it's just the audience watching that the quality is poor, then we can just put up with it, but nowadays most people watch black and white TVs that are over 10 inches!"

"If the lighting is not good, with a black and white TV of this size, the effect will be..."

There are some things that Huang Ze can't say before they happen.

Comedian Wang Jingyu was performing a show in which he was supposed to be pulled up to three meters by a wire. However, during the live broadcast, he was pulled up to more than ten meters in one breath. After he was lowered, his legs were so weak that he could not stand up, and after he was lifted up, he fell down again.

I prepared a lottery for a motorcycle, but the motorcycle disappeared. I don’t know who stole it.

"Effects, what effects are we talking about?"

"I'll go check the headphones again."

Huang Yihe quickly ran to the stage, turned on the speakers, and directed people to listen to what was in their headphones.

As a result, the conversation ended while I was listening.

It's not just one person who is broken.

Huang Yihe took a deep breath. Even though it was a very cold day, he was sweating profusely.

On the day of the Spring Festival Gala, there was no sound in the headphones. How could the director team make arrangements?

What happens when scheduling is not timely? Plus the poor effect of insufficient lighting.

I'm afraid I'll be scolded to death by audiences all over the country.

Even if no one criticizes me, how can I still have the face to be a director if the Spring Festival Gala produces such an effect?

"Fortunately, fortunately!"

Huang Yihe murmured twice, glanced at Huang Ze, and held Huang Ze's hands tightly with both hands, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Luckily you brought it up in advance. I also think what you said makes sense. Let them get these done and see the results first. Otherwise, otherwise..."

He knew clearly that he had wanted to hold the Spring Festival Gala in the gymnasium before, but now he had changed his mind and wanted to hold it in the studio. He would definitely have no part in the next Spring Festival Gala after going back on his word.

But at the very least, it can give the audience a Spring Festival Gala that is not so disappointing, so that everyone can have a happy New Year, right?
It's not too late to make up for it.

"Hey, it's all as it should be. It's all for everyone to have a good New Year."

"Oh, Director Huang, I have something else to ask." Huang Ze just remembered a question about the 85 Spring Festival Gala and asked, "Can I ask what the first program of this year's Spring Festival Gala is?"

"A hundred monkeys welcome the spring!"

"But next year is the Year of the Ox..."

"I..." Huang Yihe slapped himself on the face, looking embarrassed. "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized it. There's nothing wrong with this program, but if it's put first, everyone will subconsciously think that next year is the Year of the Monkey."

"Damn it!"

"Why are there so many problems? If you weren't here, I wouldn't know how I would atone for my sins." Huang Yihe caught Huang Ze's question again, "What other problems have you found? Tell me everything."

"It's gone for now."

Huang Ze really couldn't remember.

Even if I could remember, I couldn't talk about things that were obviously unexpected.

Otherwise, if someone asks you how you know, how will you answer?

Besides, they are just minor issues.

I think if these problems that I raised in advance can be resolved, this year's Spring Festival Gala will be a success overall, and the rest will be harmless.

"Okay!" Huang Yihe said excitedly, "From now on, apart from rehearsals, just follow me. If you find any problems, tell me immediately."

"Okay." I'm free anyway, so I might as well take this as exercise.

Next, Huang Yihe proposed to his superiors that the Spring Festival Gala be moved back to the studio.

When the disadvantages of the stadium were mentioned, they did receive a lot of criticism, but in the end they had no choice but to move the Spring Festival Gala back to the studio.

As for changing directors.

This is just like a movie. Up to now, he is the one who knows the project best. You say change?
How long will it take for the new director to understand the situation after the change?
I can only grit my teeth and continue using it.

Because they suddenly had to move back to the studio, many things had to be redesigned and time was tight. Huang Ze, who had been giving advice to director Huang Yihe, also had to work overtime.

And it’s not just about checking for gaps and filling them.

"'A Hundred Monkeys Welcome the Spring' doesn't fit in the first show, but the other shows don't seem to fit either! Language shows are out of the question, how about a singing show?"

After reading the program, Director Huang Yihe tilted his head and looked at Huang Ze, "You are a famous singer and songwriter in our country. Do you have any ideas? How about you write a song now and we can sing it as the first program of the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Ah?" Huang Ze somewhat cooperated with the other party's boldness.

"What? I approached Qiao Yu for Unforgettable Tonight just before the Spring Festival Gala, and he wrote it in the end. Do you think it sounds good?"

“It sounds nice!”

"Then you should come up with one too."

"I'll try." Huang Ze nodded helplessly.

Then he began to pace, searching for songs suitable for the New Year.

Whether it is popular or not is secondary. The key is that it must be festive. After all, it is sung in the first program.

"Hey, you're right, it's true." After taking three steps, Huang Ze stopped and said.

"Really?" Director Huang Yihe's eyes lit up. "Sing it and I'll listen."

"Ahem." Clearing his throat, Huang Ze thought again whether it was inappropriate to sing this song at this time. After thinking it over, he decided it was okay and started singing.

"The golden wind brings good news, and the redbud flowers are in bloom."

"In February, the earth is thundering with gongs and drums."

"..."

"Congratulations on the Chinese New Year."

“Rejoice forever!”

After the song was finished, director Huang Yihe was surprised and slowly raised his thumbs up, "In ancient times, Cao Zhi composed a poem in seven steps, and now Huang Ze composes a song in three steps!"

"The key is that this song is really suitable to be put in the first program, awesome, awesome!"

"Finish the music as soon as possible. If you can finish it before the party, you will be the first performer of the program!"

"Okay!" Huang Ze finally didn't have to follow Huang Yihe to find shortcomings anymore, and started to work on the soundtrack of "Happy Chinese New Year".

When he came back after finishing the work, Huang Ze found that the way everyone looked at him had changed.

"Hello!"

Everyone greeted him when they saw him, and secretly called him "Huang Sanbu."

"Huang Sanbu..." Huang Ze smacked his lips and immediately understood. Oh my god, Director Huang had spread the news?

How much pressure will I be under in the future if you do this?

Of course, Huang Ze would just complain and would not explain to others.

This kind of thing cannot be explained. The more you explain it, the worse it gets. Not only that, you will also have to endure the ridicule.

It’s better to pretend you don’t know.

It's going to rain and my mother wants to get married, so let him do it.

……

Not many days had passed since Huang Ze finished the soundtrack when it was New Year's Eve on February 19th. Huang Ze, who was participating in the Spring Festival Gala for the second time, arrived at the studio early and sat in his seat.

Countless viewers across the country either gathered in the living room or went to homes with televisions and squeezed into a room, looking forward to the start of this year's Spring Festival Gala.

(End of this chapter)