Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

It's strange, really.

The crying sounded like a diaper.

Chen Mo didn't think too much about it and ran over there.

"Sister~ cough cough, what's wrong, sister?"

Damn.

Why is there still a lingering sound?

That's unprofessional!

The short-haired girl turned her head to look.

A small scarf and a long skirt, skin as smooth as jade, eyebrows like distant mountains.

For a moment, I was stunned.

I was completely stunned by its beauty!

"Sis, do I have flowers growing on my face?"

Chen Mo asked softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little sister, did my crying disturb you?"

The short-haired girl quickly stood up and sincerely apologized.

Chen Mo rolled his eyes.

*****!

The noisy backstage area of ​​the Spring Festival Gala.

I can't hear anyone breaking down.

"Who are you calling 'little sister'? He's a real man!"

Chen Mo patted his chest, exuding masculinity.

"what?"

The short-haired girl opened her mouth wide and froze again.

I even forgot to cry.

"You, I...you're a boy?! Then what am I?!"

I'm speechless. I'm even starting to feel a bit anxious about my appearance.

This boy looks even more ethereal than her childhood friend!

At once…

Forehead…

The biological son of the goddess Nuwa.

Chen Mo did not respond.

Instead, he stared at the girl with mixed feelings.

Yao Lina...

A talented and hardworking angel girl, a recognized powerhouse singer in the Chinese music scene, whose life was short but as brilliant as a summer flower.

He passed away from illness in his thirties.

It's such a pity.

Damn it.

May the eagle's son be born without an anus!

That being said, I don't recall her participating in the 09 Spring Festival Gala.

"Sister Na, the show was canceled?"

Chen Mo asked softly.

Do you know me?

Yao Lina countered with a question.

"Your duet with Huo Feng on 'Husband, Wife, I Love You' at the 07 Spring Festival Gala was wonderful."

Chen Mo spoke the truth.

"Waaaaah..."

Yao Lina cried even harder.

So many people remembered me from the last Spring Festival Gala.

What if we do it again?

"Hey, sis, don't cry. Tell me what happened. There's always a solution. Maybe we can solve it."

Chen Mo offered his awkward words of comfort.

It's not that he's bad at talking or that he likes to meddle; in his previous life, he was an engineering student and had never encountered anything like this before.

"Thank you, brother. There's nothing anyone can do about this. I can only accept my bad luck."

"My master is Zhao Benshan."

Chen Mo didn't waste any more words.

It was a blatant act of bullying others by taking advantage of their master's power.

"You're Master Benshan's apprentice?!"

Yao Lina was first shocked, then envious.

Like grasping at a last straw, they quickly explained the situation.

Her program with several other artists, "Golden Echoes," had to be cut because Huang Dachui's skit "Yellow Soybean" exceeded the time limit by 3 minutes.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo was utterly speechless.

It's Huang Dachui again!

This is a repeat offender of the Spring Festival Gala running overtime.

In the mid-90s, due to impromptu additions of words and slowing down the pace to elicit applause, the host would often rush to speak during the later segments due to tension.

The worst incident occurred in 2001.

In the skit "My Father Is in My Home," Huang Dachui added back lines that had been cut during rehearsals without permission and deliberately slowed down his speech, causing a serious 5-minute overrun.

This is the Spring Festival Gala.

Everyone's performance must be precise to the second.

If you act for 5 minutes longer, others will have to act for 5 minutes less.

Yan Xuejing and Lao Pan's program "Building Manager No. 3" has been canceled.

At this time.

Teacher Zhao appeared as if by divine intervention.

They proactively requested to shorten "Selling Crutches," speed up the dialogue, cut out interactions, and even skipped many parts where the punchline was delivered before the audience could applaud, thus managing to squeeze out 4 minutes and 20 seconds and save "Building Manager No. 3."

Time passes.

"Selling Crutches" remains a classic, but who remembers "My Dad at Home"?

In terms of hard power.

There's no comparison at all!

"Brother...brother, is there any way?"

Yao Lina asked cautiously.

"Come with me to find our master, sister. Where are the other actors? Bring them along too."

"Everyone come over here and go see Teacher Zhao with your younger brother."

Yao Lina's voice trembled with excitement.

"Splash!"

The other friends who were sobbing against the wall quickly got up.

"Does Teacher Zhao have a solution?"

"Little brother, can Teacher Zhao save our show?"

"I've already told my parents and friends; they're all waiting to see me on TV."

Everyone bombarded him with questions.

"Let's go see my master, Zhao Benshan, first. Where's the assistant director? Can we go over and discuss it together? And for the guest performers later on, if everyone can squeeze in some time, every little bit helps, and the show will stay on."

Chen Mo, once again emboldened by his master's power, shouted loudly.

The goal is to escalate the situation.

It's best if everyone knows!

Don't misunderstand.

He wasn't trying to force his master to comply; he knew his master would definitely help him.

In this way, more people will need to know about Teacher Zhao's sense of justice.

Do good deeds anonymously.

Chen Mo wouldn't do that.

soon.

A large crowd had gathered outside lounge F137.

"Xiao Mo, why did you bring so many people back from the restroom? Is this a case of recruiting soldiers first, then betraying your own family for the greater good, and finally taking over the position?"

Having weathered the crisis, Lao Zhao was in high spirits.

He's teasing his junior disciple again.

"Oh, Master, a teacher for a day is a father for life, how could I dare?"

Chen Mo ran over excitedly and buried himself in Zhao Benshan's arms.

And use active skills.

being shameless~

Senior brothers and sisters such as Xiao Shenyang and Yadan.

I'm so envious.

Within the Zhao family troupe, only the youngest junior brother can do this.

Firstly, she is indeed quite young.

Secondly, Chen Mo is an orphan who grew up with Zhao Benshan since childhood, and their bond is much stronger than that of others.

"Even a young lady shouldn't act like this. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

Zhao, the King of Jokes, rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Master."

After fidgeting for a moment, Chen Mo quickly explained the situation.

"It's Lao Huang again."

Zhao Benshan sighed.

I looked up towards the doorway.

Several little girls, their eyes filled with expectation, looked on with tears streaming down their faces.

I can't help but recall his debut on the Spring Festival Gala in the 90s. People only remember him for his instant fame, but no one knows the helplessness and grievances he felt when he was rejected three times.

If he hadn't met a benefactor, Old Zhao would probably still be holed up in a remote mountain village in Northeast China, pretending to be blind and playing the erhu to make a living.

As the saying goes, "A rose given away leaves its fragrance in the hand," so lend a helping hand if you can.

It's not a big deal.

"Director Liu, let's compress our program, at least two and a half minutes, and then squeeze in another half minute from the other programs. What do you think?"

Zhao Benshan's tone didn't sound like he was discussing it.

It's more like a notification.

"No problem, Teacher Zhao, I'll talk to the next program."

The assistant director readily agreed.

Teacher Zhao took on the lion's share of the burden; he only needed to talk.

"Ahem..." Chen Mo coughed twice. "Master, I'm young, and there are some things I shouldn't say, but I really can't help it. Some veteran artists are not only selfish but also lack professionalism; they're real tyrants on stage..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Benshan sternly stopped him.

"oh."

Chen Mo obediently shut up.

But the goal has been achieved. Huang Dachui did something bad and doesn't want to leave his name? No way!

Some things to say.

The master can't say, but the disciple must step up.

We need to let everyone know that even veteran artists have shortcomings!

Damn it.

Second-class biscuits!

"Teacher Zhao, thank you so much! May I have the honor of treating you to a meal?"

Yao Lina's worries turned to joy.

I really don't know how to thank my benefactor.

They have no shortage of money or resources.

2009 was Zhao Benshan's period of absolute dominance.

Benshan Media.

To be precise, it is the Benshan Media Empire, whose business covers TV series production, variety show production, project investment, live performances and even real estate investment.

Liu Laogen Grand Stage, which earned a ticket revenue of 9660 million yuan last year, will officially open in Beijing this May.

Rumors circulate that Benshan Media is worth 50 billion yuan, but no one knows if it's true.

But without a doubt, Benshan Media is currently the largest cultural industry company in China.

Companies like Bona, Fiber Optics, and Chengtian can only look up to them.

Huayi has to humble itself and act subserviently.

You don't even own a private jet.

What are you pretending for?

Once you leave Shanhaiguan, look for Zhao Benshan; you can also look for Benshan in Beijing.

Are you okay?

Regarding status.

It's at the top!

"I won't go. You and Xiao Mo are both young people, you can have a meal together sometime and catch up." Zhao Benshan said with a smile, "Hey kid, remember to pay the bill."

"Huh? Master, I still owe Brother Yang more than two thousand."

Chen Mo meant two things.

"Hmph~ With your brother Yang's financial situation, he probably pawned his underwear, right? After tonight, you won't be short of money. You should repay your brother Yang properly."