1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 347 "【Tiger】+【Sea】=?"

Jingshan East Hutong.

"Hey, Mr. Maji!"

Jiang Xian had just finished dinner when he unexpectedly saw Ma Ji wearing a military coat and leading a group of people to his door.

"Brother Xiao Jiang, long time no see."

"Long time no see, long time no see. I heard that you have accepted a new apprentice?"

"Just received."

"Then bring him out for me to see!"

"Hahaha."

Both of them understood what Jiang Xian meant. He was talking about the words from Ma Ji's crosstalk, which became popular on the Internet in later generations. Nowadays, these words from the crosstalk are the most popular memes among the common people.

Pulling Ma Ji into the house, Rao Yuemei and Jiang Guoqing both stood up suddenly, feeling both surprised and excited.

"Teacher Ma Ji!"

"Hey, why are you here at our house?"

"Please sit down, please sit down."

Ma Ji smiled and waved his hand, "Excuse me, I have something else to do today, so I can't stay any longer. I just came to ask Brother Xiao Jiang to come."

Rao Yuemei made the decision directly for Jiang Xian.

"no problem."

"You let him go with you."

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Jiang Xian looked helpless.

He hasn't even figured out what's going on yet, and his mom sold him out?
But it’s understandable.

As a famous crosstalk artist, Ma Ji can be said to be the most watched comedian of this era and is popular wherever he goes.

According to rumors, when Ma Ji was on a plane, a passenger in the back row suddenly stood up and said to all the passengers: "I have good news for you all. Ma Ji is on the same plane with us. Let's welcome him with applause, okay?!"

"Brother Xiao Jiang, this is it."

Ma Ji told Jiang Xian about the party and said:

"We have a tight schedule for the party and a heavy workload. We have work to do every day. We can't put this off. I can only come here in the middle of the night to disturb your rest. Please go to the Yanjing Hotel to give us a look."

"Why are you at the Yanjing Hotel?" Jiang Xian asked curiously.

Logically speaking, such a CCTV job should be prepared in CCTV's broadcasting compound.

By the way, there is a housing shortage and infrastructure difficulties at the moment, so the famous Studio No. 1 is also not available.

All the Spring Festival Galas in the 80s were held in a small studio of about 600 square meters.

"Oh, there were only four people in the planning team at the beginning, so it was no problem for us to work in Director Huang's office."

"Then it stopped working."

"There are dozens of people here. Director Huang's office can't hold them all. It's hard to even hold a meeting."

"Thanks to someone who has some connections with the manager of Yanjing Hotel, which is not far from the Broadcasting Compound, we discussed it with them and found that Yanjing Hotel was very easy to talk to. They provided us with a number of rooms free of charge, so our planning team moved to Yanjing Hotel."

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After Ma Ji said this, Jiang Xian finally understood.

This is really a makeshift team.

It may be of similar level to the annual meetings of companies in later generations.

"Okay, then I'll go with you to take a look." Jiang Xian didn't make things difficult for these people. It was just a makeshift troupe, and it wouldn't be easy to put on an evening show.

"thanks, thanks."

Ma Ji bowed and said goodbye to Jiang's father and mother, then supported Jiang Xian's waist and accompanied him out of the yard.

"Your waist?"

"My waist is sick."

Ma Ji sighed and said that he was hurt again from working continuously. Coincidentally, Director Huang Yihe also had a chronic back disease.

These two people went to the cafeteria to eat every day. One leaned to the right and the other leaned to the left, causing the restaurant waiters to laugh at them.

"Eh? You can't lean to the left, and you can't lean to the right."

"what?"

Ma Ji was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and laughed.

"Oh, what am I saying? It's a pity that you don't want to do crosstalk."

As we were talking, we arrived at the Yanjing Hotel.

Under the guidance of Ma Ji, Jiang Xian entered a room full of people.

"Hey, Editor-in-Chief Jiang!"

Liu Xiaoqing jumped over smartly and made his presence felt in front of Jiang Xian.

"It's cold outside, I'll pour you a cup of hot water."

"Do not bother."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Liu Xiaoqing ran around everywhere diligently.

Seeing this, Jiang Kun couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What is Liu Xiaoqing's attitude towards him? What is his attitude towards Jiang Xian?

Tui, adapt to the situation!
They were all literary and artistic workers, and when they heard that Jiang Xian was coming, the room suddenly became lively.

Many members of the planning team wanted to take a look at the real face of this popular writer.

Some of the more extroverted ones came over to say hello and ask for an autograph.

However, the excitement did not last long, as everyone had urgent matters to attend to.

Moreover, there are quite a few celebrities from all walks of life in this room.

Jiang Xian looked at one that he particularly liked:

Wang Jingyu.

He is also a veteran artist. "Eating Chicken" is a pantomime sketch that was very popular as early as the 60s.

It was even more amazing after it was performed on the Spring Festival Gala, which directly made the two words "chicken eating" popular, much earlier than "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds".

But this guy is busy enough right now.

He said hello briefly to Jiang Xian and went about his own business.

Several rooms in the hotel became lively for a while because of Jiang Xian's arrival, but then quickly returned to their usual busyness.

Jiang Xian felt like he was backstage at the Spring Festival Gala in later generations.

There are big stars everywhere.

In the noisy corridors, you can see famous comedians like Gong Hanlin, Jiang Kun, and Feng Gong crouching and reciting their own lines.

From time to time, young actors would come over to ask for an autograph, and then go on with their own things.

"Mr. Hou Baolin is here."

Jiang Xian was talking to Liu Xiaoqing and Ma Ji. When he heard Jiang Kun's shouting, he immediately looked towards the door.

When I looked up, I saw an old man wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket, coming over surrounded by several people.

With a long face, narrow eyes, and a slightly raised chin, just looking at the old man's appearance is like hearing him raise his hand to say hello to you.

Now he could no longer sit still, and stood up. Everyone greeted him, and Hou Baolin responded with a smile.

"Old sir." Jiang Xian was also quite excited.

After all, I have been listening to this guy's crosstalk since I was a child, such as "Selling Cloth", "Drunk", "Changing Career", "Guan Gong Fights Qin Qiong", and "Night Travel Notes". He can recite such jokes at will.

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Jiang Xian greeted Hou Baolin and introduced himself.

Hou Baolin pondered for a while, then raised his chin and asked:

"Excuse me, is this the same person who wrote 'Five Senses Competing for Merit'?"

"He wrote it." Ma Ji said respectfully beside him.

Speaking of which, the stage name "Ma Ji" was given by Hou Baolin.

The name came from the Hungarian comedy film "The Goose Shepherd Boy Maji" which was being shown in Beijing at that time. Hou Baolin felt that this name was catchy and easier for the audience to remember.

"Is that really the one?"

Hou Baolin's eyes lit up.

"This crosstalk is well-written, extremely well-written, amazing."

"Please excuse my embarrassment." Jiang Xian clasped his fists. "In front of you, I am just showing off my skills."

This is what I really think. Hou Baolin is definitely a master of crosstalk. He is proficient in everything, especially Liuhuo.

Rumor has it that the old man likes to listen to crosstalk and Peking opera.

Hou Baolin often went to Haizi to perform, and through various visits he got to know famous Peking Opera artists such as Mei Lanfang.

Later, when he was having dinner with Mei Lanfang, Zhou Xinfang, Ma Lianliang and Cheng Yanqiu at Quanjude, Hou Baolin learned all of their unique skills to liven up the atmosphere.

No one was eating at Quanjude because of the singing. They all gathered outside the private room to listen, thinking that some famous actors were singing inside.

Zhou Xinfang of the Qi School also commented: "You have brought out all my shortcomings in your singing."

This is of course a joke.

But this person's Liuhuo skills are definitely profound enough.

After a brief greeting, Jiang Xian and Hou Baolin sat down. Director Huang Yihe took out a stack of scripts and handed them to them. Ma Ji and the other four hosts stood by and read the scripts again as if they were rehearsing.

"What do you two think?"

Huang Yihe held his waist and asked anxiously.

"I think it's good."

Hou Baolin said, "It's quite good, but it's a bit too long. We must control the time before 12 o'clock, or ring the bell in the bell tower at 12 o'clock to spread the New Year's bell to the ears of the people."

Seeing that Hou Baolin had no objection, Huang Yihe felt relieved and looked at Jiang Xian again.

"What do you think?"

"I share the same opinion as Mr. Hou Baolin. I think it's good, but..."

Jiang Xian changed the subject, "Why do I feel like there is a place where everything is thrown out, but there is no catch at the back."

"where?"

"I'll turn it over for you."

Jiang Xian took the script and turned to the part that was about to introduce Wang Jingyu's "Eating Chicken", but the rest of the story was vague and the show didn't come out.

"Oh, you're talking about this."

Huang Yihe smiled and glanced at Wang Jingyu, "Do you want me to speak or do you want me to speak?"

"I'll tell you myself."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Wang Jingyu's face.

As early as 62, Wang Jingyu ate braised chicken in a can in Guangdong. Because the chicken was not cooked thoroughly, it was difficult to bite. Inspiration came to him during the process of eating the chicken, so he immediately created this pantomime sketch "Eating Chicken".

He later performed this show many times.

But at a certain point, this work hurt him.
Wang Jingyu admitted that he had very complicated feelings about this work, because performing this show made him live in fear and trepidation for a long time.

So when Huang Yihe wanted him to act, Wang Jingyu agreed cautiously at first, but was also very conflicted.

"He."

Huang Yihe said, "He often agreed to go on the show before going to bed at night, but changed his mind after waking up and told me not to go on the show. Then he agreed again at night, but changed his mind again after waking up. So until now, the script has been changed over and over again and has not been finalized."

Jiang Xian suddenly realized.

He also didn't expect that there would be such a segment after the classic "Chicken Eating" performance.

"I know Comrade Wang Jingyu's "Chicken Eating" is a very good program that should be shown to audiences across the country. How can we not put it on? It will definitely be outstanding."

"Ah, but."

Wang Jingyu still looked conflicted.

"How about this, I'll give you an idea to ensure the safety of your program." Jiang Xian said at this time.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone from Ma Ji to Jiang Kun to Liu Xiaoqing and Huang Yihe all looked over with eager eyes.

"What's the idea?"

Jiang Xian snorted coldly and said calmly:
"Here comes the pen!"

"Pen?"

Ma Ji quickly handed the pen to Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian unscrewed the pen cap, held the script, found a few places, and wrote quickly.

Huang Yihe, Wang Jingyu and others stood nearby and watched. Even Hou Baolin was curious about what Jiang Xian had added to the script.

It takes about five or six minutes.

Jiang Xian stopped writing, pondered for a few seconds, and when he felt it was perfect, he put the pen cap back on.

As for Huang Yihe and the others, their eyes were already bright with excitement.

"Wonderful!"

"Great!"

"Lao Wang, this show won't be cancelled this time, right?!"

Wang Jingyu smiled and said nothing, which showed that he basically agreed with Huang Yihe's words.

"If that's the case, I have no problem with that."

"Great, really well written!"

Liu Xiaoqing kept chattering, not forgetting to push Jiang Kun, "Look at the level of his scriptwriting. It's clever and natural, concise and to the point. Did you see it? It's a hundred times better than what you wrote! A thousand times better!"

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Jiang Kun only felt pain in his waist.

They performed the script revised by Jiang Xian several times, and they found it more and more clever.

Even Hou Baolin spoke up, "It's really good, well revised! Jing Yu, just let go and show your skills!"

The script has been finalized.

It was Hou Baolin who said there was no problem. Jiang Xian personally revised the script, which greatly increased the confidence of the planning team members and they no longer had any objections.

After the matter was settled, Jiang Xian and Hou Baolin said goodbye together, but were stopped by Huang Yihe before leaving.

"Mr. Hou Baolin, Comrade Jiang Xian, there is one more thing."

"You said."

Huang Yihe scratched his head and said embarrassedly:

"We're about to go on stage, and we've already drawn the opening of the New Year's greeting cartoon, but it's embarrassing to say that we haven't decided on the name of our party yet."

In the past, there were occasionally evening parties on New Year’s Eve, called “New Year’s Eve Gala”, but the 1983 gala was very different from previous ones in both content and form, and it was obviously inappropriate to continue using it.

However, there is no consensus in the group on what to call it.

Huang Yihe was afraid that he could not control himself, and since Hou Baolin and Jiang Xian were both here today, he thought of asking them to give a name.

"name?"

Hou Baolin thought for a moment and said, "For this evening party, if we don't shout slogans, then the name should also be a little more festive."

"Spring Festival Gala." Jiang Xian followed what Mr. Hou Baolin said.

"What's your name?" Huang Yihe asked.

"Let's call it the Spring Festival Gala. What do you think?" Jiang Xian said.

"Spring Festival Gala?"

Huang Yihe pondered for a moment and his eyes gradually brightened.

"Hey, this is great! Let's call it a party!"

"That's right." Hou Baolin also nodded. "It's much better than the literary evening."

Jiang Xian also felt a sense of wonder.

Do this.

So he became the namesake of the Spring Festival Gala?
Alas, I hope future directors will eat less dumplings.

Don’t let the Spring Festival Gala be criticized every day, and don’t let the person who named the show be criticized as well.

Huang Yihe sent a car to take Hou Baolin and Jiang Xian back home.

It was too late, and Jiang Xian was afraid of waking up his family, so he returned to his house at No. 15 Hufang Road alone.

After washing up, Jiang Xian turned off the lights, went to the window and closed the curtains, but couldn't help but take a few more glances outside.

Moon stars are rare.

The night scene made him unable to help but look a few more times.

The moment I closed the curtains, a clear and familiar reminder came to my mind.

"A new synthesis sequence has been unlocked for you:"

“【Tiger】+【Sea】=”

(End of this chapter)