Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 341 Opening Ceremony (Seeking votes for next month)

Boom, boom, boom...

The voice was soft yet deep.

The resounding clang of 2008 drums was breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

Boom, boom, boom...

My heart seemed to beat rhythmically, following the sound coming from afar.

"...At this moment, the lights on the drum surface lit up in sequence with the rhythmic striking. The orderly and powerful sound, through the pulsation of light waves, conveyed to us the concept of time..."

This is not the opening ceremony, but a rehearsal.

At the Bird's Nest, 2008 performers beat drums and sang, reciting "Isn't it a joy to have friends coming from afar?"

Several offices were bustling with activity; some people were watching the monitors, some were checking the time, and others were providing commentary to complement the performance.

The countdown to the opening ceremony has begun; it used to be counted by the day, but now it's counted by the hour.

Nine people knocked over the earthenware jar.

"Unstable power supply is causing signal fluctuations."

"The monitoring data shows that the highest error value for the action is 0.19 seconds."

"Report: The laser positioning spacing error exceeds 9mm."

"After testing, the Bird's Nest ground was found to be tilted at 3 degrees, and all functions need to be readjusted."

"Report: There are eighteen lighting angles that need to be adjusted."

……

Reports were relayed to the command office through various means. Zhang Yimou looked grave; there were more problems than he had imagined, and time was running out.

"Rehearsals continue, and so does testing. Don't be nervous, everyone. It's our first day here, so there will definitely be all sorts of problems. It would be abnormal if there were no errors."

"Sha Xiaolan, fix the lighting problem immediately."

"Via, adjust your movements, quickly, time is of the essence."

"Liu Jing, go and coordinate the electricity..."

……

The day passed just like that. Rehearsals ended, and Zhang Yimou called everyone together for a meeting to summarize the day.

"We've all got this together!" Liu Jing's clothes had been soaked and dried repeatedly.

"Don't drink mineral water, have a bottle of this." Cheng Xiaodong tossed over a bottle of energy drink, which was specially developed for the opening ceremony rehearsals and contained electrolytes.

July and August are the hottest months, and people suffer from heatstroke every day during rehearsals. In response, not only were functional beverages developed, but hospital experts were also on hand to monitor vital signs regularly.

"The ground temperature reached 50 degrees Celsius today, and the actors had to wear three layers of heavy costumes. Luckily, they are armed police; most people really couldn't handle it," the creative team members said with relief.

"The ground is LED, which easily gets hot. The temperature is okay today, but who knows if it will exceed 50 degrees Celsius later. The armed police officers are also in trouble; 18 of them used mobile ICUs today."

"The leadership has allocated a batch of aerospace-grade cooling vests. We'll rotate one-third of the actors every fifteen minutes." Zhang Yimou reassured everyone, then looked at them and said, "It's the first day. Do you have any questions? We'll solve them tonight."

"There are hundreds of drums that are flashing uncontrollably. When they are struck, they are often interfered with by the signal," someone from the lighting team reported.

"This problem is being resolved. The Bird's Nest is a steel structure, which blocks signals. I've already coordinated with them, and they're laying anti-interference fiber optic cables overnight," Liu Jing responded.

"The power suddenly went out during today's rehearsal. Part of the Bird's Nest's circuitry was overloaded. Has this problem been resolved? If not, let's apply for an independent power supply," the command team suggested.

"Yes! The higher-ups also noticed this problem. They've matched it with four independent power supplies, switching in 0.3 seconds," Zhang Yimou responded.

"How do we solve the problem of rebuilding the Bird's Nest? Redesigning the structure will also have some impact," Cheng Xiaodong reported.

"Hmm! Does anyone have any ideas?"

"Why not tilt the jar accordingly?"

"No, if the human problem isn't solved, the tools are useless."

"Then let's increase the amount of rehearsal time, so that everyone can get used to the new moves and practice makes perfect..."

"There's no time. We only have seven days, no, six days."

"We don't need to worry about it, the organizing committee has a solution. They're all wearing military boots with miniature counterweights added to the bottom to indirectly adjust the angle." Liu Jing had heard the organizing committee mention this before; they're the professionals there.

One problem after another, and after ten minutes or so, those that could be solved were solved, and those that couldn't were addressed by seeking coordination from higher-ups.

As for the coordinator, it was naturally entrusted to Liu Jing.

"Liu Jing, go and set up some misting vehicles for cooling. Also, tell everyone to drink water every half hour, even if they're not thirsty," Zhang Yimou instructed at the end.

"Okay, I'll go right away. Oh, and I'll also request some noise-canceling earplugs as a backup." Liu Jing finished his drink in one gulp and carefully tossed the bottle into the trash can.

The rehearsals involving drumming and singing generate relatively high decibel levels, causing most performers to experience temporary tinnitus.

The organizing committee imported a batch of noise-canceling earplugs from Germany to adjust the formation and cancel out the phase of the sound waves.

Due to frequent use, as well as sweating and wear, earplugs need to be replaced often.

"Wait, there's one more thing. After you've set up the misting cooling truck, go to the broadcasting studio," Zhang Yimou quickly called out.

"What are you going there for?" Liu Jing asked, puzzled.

"You and Zhou Tao should discuss whether we can pause the narration during rehearsals. Her voice is echoing here and affecting our rehearsals," Zhang Yimou said.

“We’re rehearsing, and so are they. How can she control the rhythm if she doesn’t rehearse now? Lao Zhang, you’re being a bit unreasonable.” Liu Jing shook his head. “I’m reasonable. I won’t do this because Zhou Tao definitely won’t agree. Even if we complain to the higher-ups, it’s impossible for him to agree.”

"I didn't say she couldn't rehearse, but could you please not play the sound out loud?" Zhang Yimou sighed.

"If we don't play it out loud, who will listen? Her? What's the point of rehearsing then?" Liu Jing said irritably.

Zhang Yimou frowned. This kid couldn't even let me finish speaking. "What I mean is, we won't release it to the public for the next couple of days. Rehearsals will proceed as normal for the next few days."

"You should have said so earlier, this is easy to coordinate." Liu Jing took a few steps, then suddenly turned around. "You're a big director, why would I need to coordinate this? You don't think I'm too free, do you?"

"Haha, Liu Jing, you've always been the eldest sister's favorite since we were little. Your going over there is a private matter, but our going over there becomes business." Cheng Xiaodong laughed.

Liu Jingchao gave Cheng Xiaodong the middle finger; this shameless old man was definitely jealous.

"Liu Jing, be careful, your older sister might not let you come back," someone joked.

"Ha ha……"

Amidst a burst of laughter, Liu Jing vanished without a trace, and the first day came to an end.

The next day was another rehearsal.

Discover problems, solve problems, discover more problems, solve more problems.

No one stopped, and no one complained. This was a task, or rather, a mission.

On the third day, a full-scale rehearsal was held, simulating a rainy environment, during which the electronic drum almost short-circuited.

A waterproofing plan was developed, and 500 logistics personnel covered 2008 jars with specially made absorbent cloth.

That morning, Liu Jing was somewhat dazed because he received a system message.

The promotional video "Costume Show" had a significant impact, generating 162.3 million points of entertainment value.

This was Liu Jing's most lucrative achievement to date, which greatly boosted his enthusiasm.

From that day on, Liu Jing worked tirelessly, like an iron man, without sleep or rest.

The more he participates, the more he gains. The stimulation of entertainment is more effective for Liu Jing than any other means.

Time passed day by day, and the all-night rehearsals continued.

For the last two days, the production team deliberately created multiple malfunctions, including power outages, torrential rain, and equipment failures, requiring the actors to complete their performances without music or lighting.

Liu Jing couldn't help but marvel at how the actors, relying on muscle memory, completed three rehearsals in a row with zero errors.

On August 8th, after a short break, everyone was finally ready to hand in their papers.

For Liu Jing, the on-site coordination work has come to an end; he is only responsible for coordination during the on-site rehearsals.

The actual opening ceremony venue is not under his jurisdiction; there is a dedicated security team there.

He's now a member of the creative team again. Rehearsals are over, and the creative team is even more relaxed than the on-site coordinator.

"Such supernatural powers are comparable to those of immortals!" Liu Jing looked at the sky and felt it was very amazing.

The organizing committee has been monitoring the weather changes. It's going to rain today; it's already raining in the suburbs of Yandu.

A level-three emergency response plan was activated, 70,000 raincoats were distributed to the audience, a 26,000-square-meter rain shelter was set up in the actors' waiting area, and large water-absorbing rollers were prepared to deal with the water accumulation on the ground.

These are emergency plans. The Yandu Meteorological Bureau launched 1110 rain-suppressing rockets in the suburbs to intercept rain clouds in the southwest.

"Technology changes lives; we can have whatever we want. Who knows, this might become a reality in the future," Cheng Xiaodong remarked.

“Artificial rainmaking is now quite common.” Liu Jing sighed. If these technologies were used in the Qin Dynasty, they would definitely be regarded as divine.

"True." Cheng Xiaodong patted Liu Jing on the shoulder. "Technology changes lives, and you've changed my opinion of you too. I used to think you were a jerk, but now I think you're not even human." "Damn, are you praising me or insulting me?" Liu Jing retorted irritably.

"You've been working like crazy lately, four days straight without sleep. Even an iron man wouldn't do that." Cheng Xiaodong's eyes were strange, with a hint of reproach. Because this guy was working so hard, they had no choice but to work just as hard.

"The nation needs us; how can we back down? We are ready to sacrifice our lives..."

"Stop! Stop! It's just the three of us now, the boss isn't here, there's no need to put on such a show." Cheng Xiaodong quickly interrupted, this guy had already used this kind of talk to put on a show several times.

"Just the two of you, pretend I don't exist." Sisi chuckled to herself. Nobody does anything without a reason; her brat was definitely after entertainment.

"Forget it, I guess I don't exist." Cheng Xiaodong shook his head. He still had a lot of work to do, unlike Liu Jing who was so relaxed.

Sisi was a little puzzled, "He seems to have suffered a setback?"

"Oh, he admitted yesterday that he couldn't perform anymore."

"Pah! What nonsense! You can play by yourself."

Sisi rolled her eyes. She was more curious about the backstage area and had been brought in by Liu Jing to show it off. Security was very tight along the way, and Liu Jing's on-site coordination proved quite useful.

She wanted to see Sarah Brightman, but was just told that the great singer had suffered a sudden throat edema and was resting in a quiet room.

If there's still an impact before going on stage, the medical team is prepared to administer intravenous hormones; at this point, they won't see anyone.

Having seen enough, she consciously returned to her seat, not wanting to disturb Liu Jing's work.

"There are a lot of people today, so be careful," Liu Jing instructed.

"Don't worry, I'm safer than you." Sisi waved and walked away gracefully. "By the way, the 'Painting Heart' you gave me is very good. Liangying said thank you. She'll treat you to dinner when you're done with your work."

"I'm the busiest person here," Liu Jing muttered.

The bubbles haven't subsided yet, so if we don't take this opportunity to go for a spin, we won't have another chance after the opening ceremony ends and everyone goes their separate ways.

[Host: Liu Jing]

[Level: Three (Upgrade requires 10 million points)]

[Bond: 9/9]

[Entertainment Atmosphere: 519.1 million]

【Number of draws: 8】

In just six months, Liu Jing has curbed nearly a million people's entertainment-related tendencies at the rehearsal site.

In addition to the more than one million he had already accumulated, the more than one million he earned in the past six months with his nine major partners, and the more than one million brought in by "Costume Show".

He has already completed half of his promotion to level four.

"Dear viewers, this is... Tonight, we will be broadcasting live from the National Stadium the grand opening ceremony of the 29th Olympic Games. This is the first time in the 112-year history of the modern Olympic Games that it has been held in the world's most populous country..."

The familiar sound echoed through the Bird's Nest; the opening ceremony had begun.

As Zhou Tao provided commentary, cheerful music filled the venue, and leaders from various countries and relevant personnel from the Olympic Committee walked to the podium and took their seats.

The applause was thunderous, long, and sustained.

Suddenly, a 10-meter-diameter silver laser beam shot out from the top of the Bird's Nest, accurately striking the bronze sundial in the center of the stadium. The sundial's projection was instantly activated, projecting striking countdown numbers onto the array of 2008 jars.

"It's just like the opening sequence of our Spring and Autumn Annals." Liu Jing sat in the monitoring room, staring intently at the screen. The usually calm man couldn't help but tense up at this moment.

There were many people in the monitoring room, and at this moment they all held their breath and kept quiet, as if they were afraid of disturbing the performance outside.

Boom, boom, boom...

Liu Jing suddenly stood up, his expression one of shock, as if he had seen a deity.

Numerous colorful bubbles passed through the dome, rushing in from all directions like rain, and falling on his body.

Entertainment atmosphere +99
Entertainment atmosphere +99
Entertainment atmosphere +99
……

Liu Jing was shocked. Almost all the bubbles were 99 points. They didn't come from above the actors' heads, but fell from the void.

"Liu Jing, what's wrong? What happened?" The old strategist was also surprised, even somewhat panicked. For Liu Jing to react like this, something extraordinary must have occurred.

"So beautiful, so stunning..." Liu Jing murmured.

Zhang Yimou breathed a sigh of relief, but his face darkened even more. "The drumming and singing performance was rehearsed 897 times, and we've seen it 897 times. What's so amazing about it? You're really naive."

Liu Jing never expected it to be like this.

Bubbles kept appearing, like dancing sprites, and vaguely, a painting appeared before Liu Jing.

He saw Ying Zheng once again, offering sacrifices to the earth at the foot of Mount Tai and building an altar to worship heaven at the top of Mount Tai.

He saw Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, whose power extended throughout the land, and who was returning to his hometown.

He saw the Silk Road, the magnificent Tang Dynasty, the emperor guarding the nation's gates, and the endless battles...

He heard the dragon's roar once again, a helpless lament.

The old scroll slowly closes, and the new scroll unfolds...

Surrounded by bubbles, Liu Jing watched as the numbers on the system kept jumping around, and suddenly felt an endless fatigue wash over him.

"Old Zhang, I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap." Liu Jing took an envelope out of his pocket and stuffed it into Zhang Yimou's hand. "Give this to Tong Liya when she comes off the stage."

"What did you say?" Zhang Yimou was stunned. What nonsense was this?

"What did you say? Say she danced beautifully and happy birthday." Liu Jing mumbled, staggered to the chair in the corner, lay down on it, and quickly fell asleep.

The new vision was even more breathtaking; he saw satellites soaring into the sky, red flags waving on the moon, and warships deployed in space…

He saw Nuwa, Fuxi, Xuanyuan, Kunpeng, Chang'e...

They are no longer figures from mythology, but the names of warships and celestial palaces.

"Call the medical team! Call the medical team quickly!" Old Zhang was shocked. Damn it, you can't let something happen now, especially here.

There was a medical team stationed inside, and they came to check on us as soon as possible.

After the examination, the doctor had a strange expression. "His snoring was deafening. Well, I have to say, he was sleeping very soundly."

"Yeah, he hasn't slept for four days. This guy was like he was on steroids. I guess when he saw the opening ceremony going smoothly and there were no problems, he relaxed and couldn't hold on any longer." Cheng Xiaodong sighed. This guy is really dedicated, unbelievably dedicated.

"Looks like this guy isn't made of iron after all," Zhang Yimou joked, looking at the envelope in his hand. "Even in this situation, he still hasn't forgotten about that young lady. Really..."

"Haha, a man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life."

"If I were a woman, I would also want to find someone like Liu Jing."

"Come on, if you were a woman, you'd look even more awful."

With each word spoken, the tense atmosphere in the room dissipated, replaced by a relaxed and pleasant one.

Another assistant director was on the verge of tears, "He can't sleep here, the boss is coming later..."

Everyone was no longer happy. They couldn't imagine that the leader would come over, say "Hello, comrades," and then "You've worked hard, comrades," only to find that everyone was asleep.

"Hey! Liu Jing, wake up, wake up! The broadcasting room next door is quiet, let's go sleep there." Cheng Xiaodong pushed Liu Jing and shouted.

Do you want everyone to hear him snoring?

"Everyone, lend a hand and carry him out first."

"Holy crap, this thing is so heavy, it feels like it weighs 300 pounds."

"If you're not feeling energetic, just say so. Why make excuses?"

"one two three……"

Zhang Yimou was speechless. He shook his head and continued watching the surveillance footage.

Just as several people lifted Liu Jing up, the leader arrived, thinking someone had fallen ill.

boom……

In their panic, Liu Jing fell to the ground, and the room fell into a deathly silence.

Liu Jing opened his eyes groggily, "I saw it, I saw it..."

"Is he alright? Medical team, go check on him quickly." The leader was somewhat worried.

"He's fine. He hasn't slept for four days and is sleeping soundly. I reckon even thunder right next to his ear wouldn't wake him," the doctor quickly replied.

"Let him sleep. Comrades, you've worked hard." The leader was very pleased.

"Liu Jing, what did you say? Is there something you need to tell me?" Cheng Xiaodong asked, somewhat worried.

"He said, 'The palace gates open to the heavens, and the officials of all nations bow before the emperor.'" the leader murmured.
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P.S.: I posted this early, please vote for me next month, I'm in danger of losing 1000 votes. Don't save your monthly votes, they expire tomorrow.

This chapter marks a turning point, with established actresses moving behind the scenes and emerging actresses taking on leading roles, officially ushering in a new era.

(End of this chapter)