I have to teach the world a lesson

[In the morning and at night in the wind]

[Singing the song that no one cares about]

[Maybe one day I will be old and nothing...]

【Please keep me in that time...】

When Ha Wenliang heard Liu Chungen singing this, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

He listened to Liu Chungen's rehearsals several times.

However, it has never been like this time, when people feel despair and grief, and under the painful passage of time, they feel a touching feeling from the depths of the soul.

Even, feel shocked!

A kind of shock of perseverance in difficult situations!

His singing may still not be perfect, and it's still barely interesting at a professional level, but the sense of resonance deep in his soul even reminded him of the time when he made his first movie.

this moment!

He stared at the smiling Zhang Sheng under the stage.

"Dreams, sometimes, are like a magic that changes one's self..."

Before he could speak, he saw Zhang Sheng's smile gradually disappearing, turning around and continuing to walk towards the office.

………………………………

Light and dark intertwined.

The sound of the guitar kept ringing in my ears.

The melody is not complicated.

The restrained past was intertwined with the scenes of the past. At this moment, on the brightly lit stage, it turned into bursts of roars.

"boom!"

Fireworks were set off on the stage, and countless lights enveloped his body.

When the last paragraph stopped and the interlude ushered in, the screen began to change from the history of a decoration company to videos that were converted from black and white to color.

In the video, countless people stood under the tower with cheers and celebrations, celebrating the founding of the People's Republic of China...

In the video, an atomic bomb suddenly exploded in the endless wasteland that year...

That year, the rocket took off...

That year the women's volleyball team won the championship...

That year, countless workers were laying foundations day and night...

That year, high-rise buildings were erected, and the streets were filled with traffic and traffic.

…

"If one day I leave quietly"

"Please bury me in"

"In this spring!"

"In the spring"

"..."

Off stage.

applause.

The leaders looked at this scene and were so excited that they couldn't help themselves and nodded repeatedly.

Some old leaders had red eyes. Looking at old photos, extremely hoarse and desperate voices echoed in their ears, and they felt the deepest emotions without realizing it.

Spring is a season of hope and sentimentality.

On the one hand, everything is recovering, but on the other hand, it is suddenly warm but then cold.

It seems that the entire China, in those years when it was poor and weak, has come step by step, stood up step by step, and stood in this spring step by step.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

"It's good in spring, it's good in spring!"

……………………

The music gradually died down.

The lights are still bright.

The thunderous applause lasted for a long time.

Liu Chungen, holding the guitar in his arms, felt as if he was waking up from a dream.

Looking at the red eyes, he was in a daze and couldn't believe that he actually stood on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and finished singing this song.

A migrant worker, a mason, a character who is never valued...

At this moment, he was actually standing on the highest stage, enjoying the attention of everyone.

When the last piece of music stopped, the host appeared, and then, under the signal of the staff not far away, he slowly left the stage step by step.

The curtain falls...

In the darkness, Liu Chungen saw countless people rushing over...

"Not bad, not bad, not bad!"

He watched the Spring Festival Gala director Ha Wenliang hug him tightly and nodded repeatedly at him.

Vaguely, he said all kinds of compliments without hesitation.

Then, despite being excited, Ha Wenliang seemed to let out a long sigh of relief.

Liu Chungen looked around.

At this moment, he wanted to thank Zhang Sheng even more.

However, there was no figure of Zhang Sheng around.

While looking around, he inadvertently saw the ratings.

not far away……

The CSM national measuring instrument shows that the total national ratings at this moment have reached an astonishing 35%...

Just when he was about to say something...

A new round of red envelope rain has begun.

…………………………………………

“Can you really get red envelopes by sharing?”

"You can really get it! Mom, please download WeChat!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll download it now!"

"..."

Many people said.

There is no such thing as pie in the sky in this world.

But, when the real pie-in-the-sky thing happens...

Many people stared at the shaking interface of [WeChat] in shock.

1 yuan, 5 yuan, 50 cents, 7 cents...

More and more people are turning on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, staring at the TV, shaking their mobile phones constantly with their arms as if they are having a seizure.

Many middle-aged and elderly people who were skeptical took smartphones that they couldn't use at all. Under the urging of young people, they learned to download [WeChat], and then followed the young people to shake it.

When they got a few dollars, learned to share and received the red envelope, they stared at their children blankly.

"Can this money be transferred to a bank card?"

"It can turn!"

"Can you transfer 10 yuan?"

"It can be transferred, but you have to bind a bank card... There is a handling fee for cash withdrawals..."

"ah?"

"Mom, keep shaking!"

The doubtful middle-aged and elderly people, with the help of young people, bound their bank cards one after another, and then immediately clicked [Quick Cash Withdrawal].

When they saw that there was a handling fee for withdrawing cash, and the balance of the red envelopes they grabbed seemed to be a little short, the middle-aged and elderly people began to shake it desperately.

However……

【2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a Happy New Year! 】

【2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you good luck in the Year of the Dragon! 】

【2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a happy new year! 】

…

Looking at the blessings from the 2012 Spring Festival Gala one after another, several middle-aged and elderly people shook their heads and almost cursed!

After shaking it for a long time, I finally got a [[Mengxiang Instant Noodles] I wish you a Happy New Year]!

Open red envelopes in one click!

Fifteen dollars!

Just getting ready to share...

Their phones started ringing, followed immediately by calls from relatives.

"Let's add [WeChat] friends and I'll share something with you..."

"..."

A series of fissions.

In progress...

And no one knows how long this fission will last or how much the earth will shake.

…………………………………………

Festive on stage.

Accompanied by bursts of blessings.

There were bursts of laughter.

There was thunderous applause off the stage, the audience was laughing, and young people were holding mobile phones.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve eaten too much, or if I’ve drank too much.

Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng went to the bathroom more and more often.

When the two of them sat back on their chairs, they both felt a layer of haze hanging over their heads, lingering for a long time...

At this moment, they no longer have the intention to watch how exciting the Spring Festival Gala is.

Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng kept looking down at their phones.

They are not shaking red envelopes.

Instead, look at the real-time data transmitted from the mobile phone.

In that data, there are real-time ratings sent from the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala, the number of users from [WeChat], and of course, there is also the popularity of [red envelopes] on the Internet.

A sense of crisis lingered throughout their bodies.

If they weren't sitting in the stands of the Spring Festival Gala this time, I'm afraid they would have rushed back to each other's base camp as soon as possible to hold meetings about [red envelopes].

but……

Zheng Huateng and Ma Yunhua looked backstage almost at the same time, and then glanced at the leaders in front.

At this moment, the leaders were watching the skit brought by Zhao Degang and others with great interest. They laughed loudly when they were enjoying themselves.

The leader has not left, can they leave?

this moment……

The initial joy of attending the Spring Festival Gala has gradually faded away, replaced by a sense of conspiracy.

Is it possible that Zhang Sheng did this to come to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and his purpose was to confine the two of them to this square chair.

Thoughts appeared in their minds one after another, making them grit their teeth and feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Walk, walk! Don't be idle, your legs are 100% sick, don't be idle, relax! Go! Go, go, go! Go, go! Go, don't think about stopping, will you follow me? Start walking, one by one Just click, let’s go~~~”

"Hey, oh, oh, oh~~ Oh my god!"

"you go……"

"Oh, my good leg is lame due to deception!"

"..."

When they suppressed the complicated emotions in their hearts, they looked towards the stage in front of them and saw Zhao Degang, Fan Guangwei, Gao Xiulan and others standing on the stage after a long absence, holding crutches and performing skits.

They heard bursts of laughter from time to time below.

They only felt that their chests were so tight that they could hardly breathe.

This sketch is called "Selling Kidnappings".

And the screenwriter of this sketch.

It’s Zhang Sheng again!

The two stood up at the same time, and then looked at each other slightly awkwardly, and then both smiled.

"You go to the toilet too?"

"Well, I drank too much water today."

"Me too……"

There were bursts of applause.

Amid bursts of laughter.

The two figures disappeared into the crowd and walked towards the bathroom in the distance.

When the two of them arrived at the bathroom door, they both took out their mobile phones and put them to their ears...

"Zhang Sheng didn't spend a penny on the red envelope he gave out during the Spring Festival Gala..."

"..."

………………………………

night.

[Mengxiang Instant Noodles] Headquarters.

The Spring Festival Gala is playing on TV...

When the phone is turned on, a set of data will appear almost every few minutes.

The data includes the popularity of [Mengxiang Instant Noodles] and the approximate data on the red envelopes they currently send out.

For countless users, this year's Spring Festival Gala is the most special and interactive Spring Festival Gala. For Yao Yuan, this year's Spring Festival Gala is a shocking marketing event!

Moreover, this marketing was very successful, so successful that Yao Yuan found it incredible.

The phone of the Ministry of Commerce next door has been ringing continuously from the moment the [Spring Festival Gala] started.

Online orders have begun to sell out, and the inventory of [Mengxiang Instant Noodles] has been completely consumed in just a few hours.

It was once squeezed into the corner of the shelf by [Tongkang] and [Old Chef], and even quit the supermarket. At this moment, it became popular on the Internet, and at this moment, it was pushed to a peak.

The sudden explosion made Yao Yuan very excited. The moment he turned on his computer and looked at the hot searches on the Internet...

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

[The brand that gives out red envelopes most often [Mengxiang Instant Noodles]! 】

As he continued browsing, his phone rang.

On the phone...

It was the voice of the dealers, who wanted to cooperate with their [Mangxiang Instant Noodles] again.

(Guaranteed two updates today.)

(I'm really not in a good state today, and the third update I wrote is really a piece of shit...)

(Thank you Guo Jiuxing for the big reward again, I feel guilty...ahhhhhhhhh)

(Otherwise, let’s not reward you yet. Let’s reward you after the plot is written. Otherwise... you will always feel like you are being supervised with a whip...)