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

Chapter 428 On pins and needles
On the evening of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhou Hao once again walked into CCTV's central studio and watched this year's Lantern Festival Gala up close as an audience member.

It’s just that the viewing experience is… not very pleasant.

Most of the programs that came up were picked up by Kong Lin from the Spring Festival Gala, so you can imagine their quality.

The singing programs, which account for the majority of these, are considered to be of the best quality. After all, the performers on stage are all well-known and talented singers, so the lower limit is absolutely guaranteed.

But their problem was the ceiling - the songs were terrible.

The continued decline of the Chinese music scene has begun to affect the Spring Festival Gala stage. Apart from those classic old songs that have been rehashed to death, the new songs released in recent years are almost no longer acceptable.

On this kind of national stage, the songs performed must meet at least a few criteria - first, the songs need to be catchy and not too obscure to understand.

Those songs that claim to be traditional Chinese style have lyrics that are obscure, weird and pretentious. Even the singers themselves may not know what the lyrics are about. How can we expect them to infect the audience?

Second, it must have a certain festive atmosphere, after all, it is a stage for family fun.

If you sing love songs or sad songs on a stage like this... even if you sing with all your heart and soul it's useless, people won't buy it.

The third and most basic bottom line is that you cannot have any plagiarism problems!
However, after listening to these songs, Zhou Hao has heard at least three songs that are suspected of being copied from others. The various chords and bars sound familiar, but it just happens to be stuck on the edge of plagiarism and takes a sharp turn...

Once can be considered an accident, twice can be considered a coincidence, but if it happens several times in a row it can only be intentional!
On a stage of the level of the Lantern Festival Gala, a tailor's song actually appeared... Zhou Hao didn't know what to say.

What’s even more outrageous is that some of these tailoring materials are from Xu Lingyue, and some sections of "Red Bean" are included in them!
The original author was sitting in the audience, and he sang this song openly on the stage...

It's disgusting. It's disgusting to open the door. It's disgusting!
But even so, he still has to pay attention to managing his facial expressions at all times. If the camera catches him with a black face, who knows what kind of trouble will arise later.

It's absolute torture.

Seeing how uneasy he looked, Kong Lin, who was not far away, looked at him helplessly with a helpless sigh in his eyes.

Bro, now you know why I eliminated so many shows?
I know, I know too much.

Zhou Hao sighed deeply in his heart, the world is going downhill!

If these programs appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage, then... God knows how they would be criticized.

The controversy over plagiarism and “borrowing” alone could probably last for half a year online!

This is the case with the song program, not to mention the others...

There are two language programs in total, one is crosstalk, and the other is a skit mixed with folk music performances...

The show was so awkward that they almost dug out a three-bedroom, one-living-room underground mansion from the studio.

Maybe the director himself knew that the jokes in these two programs were basically not funny, so he simply used a side trick - using the light strips under the stage as a cue. When the light strips were on, everyone laughed or applauded, which made it easier to make canned laughter later...

At this point, Zhou Hao really couldn't hold it anymore.

Those who know that this is the Lantern Festival Gala, those who don’t know would think it is a village party organized by some makeshift group!
When the evening party entered the second half, some people in the back seats could no longer hold back and began to yawn and lose focus, having no intention of watching the performance on stage at all.

Zhou Hao also resisted the urge to sleep and forced himself to stay alert and watch all the performances.

For the first time in his life, he felt so deeply uncomfortable.

If there was anything I gained from this night, it was only the award certificate - just as I had heard before, "Jiuzhou Tong" won the third prize.

There was no trophy or acceptance speech, just a stamped certificate.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the party officially ended.

Zhou Hao declined the invitations for supper from many of his colleagues at the scene, and left with Kong Lin in the car. As soon as he got in the car and closed the door, he couldn't help but sigh heavily, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Kong Lin looked at him with amusement, "Why, are you feeling pent up?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Hao said speechlessly, "Although I was mentally prepared, I never thought it would get to this point."

"So." Kong Lin lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke, "Why do you think I must change... I have to change. If I continue to do it the way they do, it will really be worn out in a few years."

If he thought this statement was a bit exaggerated before, then after watching tonight's performance, Zhou Hao felt that this statement was not really groundless.

Outrageous.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered Hu Zongxian's famous line in "The Ming Dynasty 1566" - I am in you and you are in me, and this is where all the bad things in the world go wrong.

It is really not a good thing for this stage when old artists who are not worthy of their positions refuse to leave.

Their creative ideas have been abandoned by the times, their values ​​have been corrupted by the tide of the times, and their programs have begun to dangle in the air and people cannot understand them...

After taking two deep puffs, Kong Lin put out the cigarette butt and said, "Brother, if I'm the one directing next time, come and help me."

"Okay." Zhou Hao nodded, "But two shows at most. More than that will be too stressful, and I don't have that much energy."

"I'm not asking you to pay for the show." Kong Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "I mean... you can just come to my team and be my deputy."

Zhou Hao was so shocked that he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Don't be so surprised. Your ability and qualifications are no problem."

Kong Lin smiled and said, "Especially after tonight, the value of your programs will continue to rise. Even if I directly announce that you will join the team as an assistant director, no one will think there is a problem."

A prophecy.

When Zhou Hao woke up the next day, the Internet was already flooded with complaints.

"What on earth was this party yesterday?"

"I vomited. It really gets uglier every year."

"The speed at which this level is declining is comparable to that of the Chinese national football team."

"I give up. The Spring Festival Gala has already started to rebound, why is it still playing badly..."

"I previously said that this year's Spring Festival Gala was just average, but now I must formally apologize and declare that this year's Spring Festival Gala is divine!"

"Seconded!"

"Director Kong: Thank you for your support, colleagues!"

"Please, can Director Kong continue to host the Spring Festival Gala next year? Don't let that lady from yesterday go up!"

Seeing these complaints, Zhou Hao couldn't help but laugh.

I'm afraid this kind of rottenness will continue for several years...

But this has nothing to do with him anymore. The task of receiving the award has been completed, so it’s time to call it a day.

Next stop, let’s head to the film market!

(End of this chapter)