Poverty alleviation variety show goes to the countryside, my talent can no longer be hidden

Chapter 397

The days of waiting are always hard to bear.

The Spring Festival Gala is the Spring Festival Gala after all. Such a big change in the program is definitely not something that Kong Lin can decide alone. Especially since the program submitted by Zhou Hao has strong metaphorical attributes and can easily step on the tail of certain groups.

If the higher-ups are afraid of problems, then this program will most likely be killed.

But if it passes the review, Zhou Hao believes that this will definitely be one of the most eye-catching programs in this year's Spring Festival Gala!

With nothing to do, he didn't dare to run around, so he could only stay in the hotel and write books.

Although the performance of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" has not improved significantly, there are still some signs of recovery. After all, the subsequent plot is still quite exciting.

After venting their emotions, some book fans began to sneak back.

Take a look, just take a look...

Then, as I watched, I couldn’t get out again.

And those in the Golden Alliance and the Silver Alliance had basically slipped back long ago.

After all, I have donated so much real money, and I feel like I would be missing out if I don’t finish reading it.

After spending so much money, you have to taste it even if it’s just shit!
Although many readers have returned, the overall trend has not improved much, and the 24-hour subscription rate has been hovering around the mark.

Not to mention compared to the previous old books, even this book itself is far behind its peak period...

However, what surprised Zhou Hao was that in the traditional martial arts circle, this plot segment not only did not receive any criticism, but instead received a lot of positive praise.

Bold breakthroughs, daring to innovate, ingenious plot design, making the characters more three-dimensional and full... blah blah, a bunch of flattery that even Zhou Hao himself couldn't understand.

I don’t know if these people really have some weird hobbies, or if they just want to lick the current martial arts flag... Anyway, Zhou Hao is speechless.

After three days of seclusion, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he simply ran to the central studio to watch the program rehearsals and get the latest news up close.

During his two-day stay, he saw live rehearsals of no less than ten programs, which was a feast for the eyes.

Judging by these ten programs, the quality of this year's Spring Festival Gala may not be significantly improved, but it does have some thoughtfulness, and is very different from the formulaic program arrangements of the past.

During the breaks, the actors would come over to ask for his autographs and take photos with him, especially the second- and third-tier artists who were not very famous, who would line up to flatter him.

There's no way, although this guy is a troublemaker, he is really good at supporting people!
Whoever they promote becomes popular, almost without exception!
Who wouldn’t be moved by this?

On the fifth day, Kong Lin, with bloodshot eyes, finally appeared at the scene.

"Xiao Zhou, we've basically passed all the other stages." Kong Lin licked his blistered lips. "Now there's only one hurdle left. Do you know what it is?"

Zhou Hao thought for a moment and asked in a low voice using lip language: "Political review?"

Kong Lin gave him a thumbs up and said, "You are a wise man indeed."

Zhou Hao chuckled. He wrote the program himself, so how could he not understand the risks involved?

Again, the success or failure of this program's review depends entirely on the attitude of the higher-ups toward a certain rebellious son.

"But your recitation has been successfully reviewed, and we will start intensive rehearsals tomorrow." Kong Lin patted him on the shoulder and said, "This manuscript is well written. It's a great help. I owe you a favor."

"Director Kong, you must be joking." Zhou Hao said with a smile, "Artists and artists also serve the people. It is my honor to contribute to the Spring Festival Gala."

Kong Lin was stunned for a moment, looking a little dazed, and silently repeated "serve the people" several times...

In the end, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If only half of those working in the arts had this awareness, the Spring Festival Gala wouldn't have fallen into the state it is now..."

Zhou Hao remained silent. He didn't know how to respond to this.

"Go and have a rest. Don't wait here." Kong Lin waved his hand and said, "I will inform you as soon as there is news."

"Oh, by the way, if you have time, you can contact your favorite actors in advance, so that if they pass the review, you can rehearse in time to avoid wasting unnecessary time." "Okay."

After returning to the hotel, Zhou Hao found Yang Weihong's phone number and asked, "Sister, are you free to get together?"

The person on the other end of the phone was visibly startled, "You're in Yanjing?"

"Correct."

"Okay, where to?"

"I'm not familiar with this place. You choose."

"What do you want to eat?"

“Authentic Yanjing roast duck.”

There was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time.

"what happened?"

"This... is a bit difficult to handle." After a pause, Yang Weihong suddenly said, "I'll ask someone to help me. Wait for my news."

what's going on.

I'm not going to attend a state banquet. Is it so difficult to eat roast duck?
Ten minutes later, Yang Weihong sent a coordinate location, and Zhou Hao immediately put on a mask and took a taxi out.

The taxi driver was quite young and the car radio was playing trendy online songs all the way.

When the song "Descendants of the Dragon" was played, he even swayed along with the rhythm, he was really excited.

"Master, do you like this song very much?"

"Of course, who doesn't like it?" The driver said in a thick northeastern accent, "Recently, all the music programs on the radio stations are playing this song. There's no point in changing the channel."

Zhou Hao laughed and simply started a customer follow-up visit: "What do you think is good about it?"

"It sounds good, isn't that enough?" The driver said in surprise, "We ordinary people don't care about the lyrics or the high-level feelings when listening to songs. As long as it sounds good, that's enough, isn't it?"

"you're right."

Zhou Hao sighed lightly. These words really should be listened to carefully by those "artists" who are so high and mighty.

The car turned several corners and entered Yaer Hutong, and finally stopped at the door of a small courtyard with a very simple storefront.

If there hadn't been a sign clearly hanging at the door that matched the location information, Zhou Hao almost thought that the driver had taken the wrong road!
This is too low-key and secluded. There isn't even a house number?

No matter whether those snack shops are authentic or not, they all know to hang a plaque with "Shaxian Snacks" at the door...

When I opened the door, there was no receptionist, just an old lady who came up and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

Zhou Hao took a look at Yang Weihong's message, "Table number seven, my last name is Zhou."

The old woman nodded and said, "Follow me."

When he walked deeper into the store, he discovered that there was indeed a different world inside.

There is no particularly magnificent decoration, but it uses some very simple handicrafts to create a low-key, luxurious and quiet atmosphere, which is amazing.

But when he came to table number seven, he was stunned.

It’s not that there is anything wrong with Yang Weihong, but there is a charming and beautiful woman sitting next to her.

"Hi~" Su Man raised her hand and smiled, dimples appeared on her face, "Mr. Zhou, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)