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The old man straightened his baseball cap, his steps became much lighter, and he turned and strode away from the corridor.

Liu Qianqian stood to the side and listened to the entire conversation between the two.

She tugged at Yu Le's sleeve.

"Dad, are we really going to put on an online Spring Festival Gala?"

"What else can I do? I've already made my statement." Yu Le unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water.

"But, competing against CCTV's Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve... can we win?" Liu Qianqian was a little worried.

"How do we know we can't win if we don't try?" Yu Le looked at the end of the corridor. "Since they think only the refined can be presentable, then let's show them what it means to be popular with the masses."

...........

Yu Le led Liu Qianqian out of the CCTV building.

A cold wind blew in from the capital.

Liu Qianqian shrank her neck and zipped her down jacket all the way up.

"Dad, where are we going now?"

Yu Le opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

"Go and call for backup."

He unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of the warm goji berry water.

He then took out his phone and found a number he hadn't dialed in a long time.

Dial the number.

The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

A slightly weathered male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Coach Lang, this is Yu Le."

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

"Mr. Yu? What brings you here, a retired old man?"

Lang Kun, former chief director of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala.

A legendary figure who directed five Spring Festival Galas and created countless ratings miracles and classic programs.

Later, unable to bear the increasingly stringent review process and endless rules and regulations, he had a fierce conflict with the review team, became disheartened, and angrily stepped down from his post.

Yu Le leaned back in the leather seat.

"Coach Lang, are you free for tea tonight? I have a really big job and would like to ask you to come out of retirement."

"Big work? What big work can an old man like me do?"

"Let's create a completely new Spring Festival Gala."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

Only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.

A full half minute passed before Lang Kun finally spoke.

Send me the address.

......

8 PM.

A secluded courtyard teahouse within the Second Ring Road of Beijing.

The heating inside was on full blast.

The finest Da Hong Pao tea leaves are swirling inside the Yixing teapot.

Lang Kun was wearing a black Chinese-style jacket with a front opening. His hair was gray, but he was in good spirits.

He held his teacup, staring intently at Yu Le sitting opposite him.

"Mr. Yu, do you know what you're saying?"

"Are you planning to put on an online Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve to compete with CCTV?"

Lang Kun slammed his teacup heavily onto the wooden table.

A few drops of tea splashed out.

"That's insane."

"This is absolutely insane."

Yu Le slowly picked up a rag and wiped the water stains off the table.

"Coach Lang thinks it's not feasible?"

"This isn't a question of whether it's feasible or not!" Lang Kun glared. "Watching the CCTV Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve is a 30-year-old tradition for people across the country! What do you have to offer to attract viewers?"

"Fight for what the people really want to see."

Yu Le leaned back in his chair, staring directly at Lang Kun.

"Coach Lang, you know in your heart why you left that stage back then."

"The jokes were cut, the lines were changed, and a perfectly good skit was forced to elevate its theme and force a tearjerker."

"People have worked hard all year, and on New Year's Eve they just want to have some carefree fun."

"They don't need anyone to give them moral lessons."

Lang Kun's eye twitched twice.

Yu Le's words pierced his lungs with every single one.

Back then, he got into a huge argument with the censorship team because he couldn't protect the scripts of his actors, and eventually stormed off the stage.

Yu Le picked up the thermos.

"I'll set the stage, you perform the show."

"You have complete control over the program's content. There are no rules or regulations, and no preaching."

"As long as you don't break the law or violate regulations, you can arrange them however you want."

Lang Kun's breathing became heavy.

As a television professional, who wouldn't want to create a truly pure gala that belongs to the masses?

But he remained rational.