Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

That afternoon.

More than 100 students from three grades of Zhujiang No. 5 Primary School, No. 43 Middle School and No. 120 Middle School in Huanggu District gathered on the playground of No. 120 Middle School.

Looking around, the distribution is as orderly as cell phone signals.

Leaders from the provincial, municipal, district, county, and cultural tourism levels all arrived in just one morning, which speaks volumes about the prestige of the "King of Northeast China."

The person in charge was Li Aihua, the prefect of Fengtian County.

"Teacher Zhao, Director Chen, whatever you say, we'll do it."

Li Aihua was sincere and promised to cooperate fully.

CCTV's Liu and the Spring Festival Gala's chief director are coming to watch the rehearsal. This is a great opportunity to show off and let the whole country see the spirit of the children of Fengtian.

Upholding the mission of cultivating virtue and talent! Demonstrating a new style of education!

"Xiao Mo, tell me what you need, how to arrange the formation, and what slogans to shout."

Zhao Benshan was also confused.

The brat only said he wanted to make a big deal out of it, which would have a strong publicity effect on the local area, and the higher-ups would definitely love to see it.

"I need a giant national flag, 5 meters by 7.5 meters, as well as sunflower dolls symbolizing youth and vitality, balloons, willow branches, windmills... In addition, everyone must wear the school uniform..."

Chen Mo stated his needs one by one.

Four or five secretaries of the leaders quickly took notes.

In about half an hour, all the props were ready.

Chen Mo stood in the center of the main stage, directing the camera work and everyone worked together as one, with not a single child complaining of being tired.

Two hours later.

"Clap clap clap!"

Thunderous applause erupted on campus.

"Great! Excellent! Teacher Zhao and Director Chen, what a wonderful song! Old lyrics paired with a new melody, with lofty ideals that strike right at the heart, perfectly showcasing the youthful spirit and patriotism, which is inspiring and uplifting. The children's performance was also excellent, and the visuals were incredibly impactful."

Li Aihua was so excited that her hands trembled. After this song, Fengtian will definitely be able to register a place on the list.

"Incredible, absolutely incredible, Director Chen, the visual impact of this scene is amazing. Your imagination and creativity are truly amazing."

"Indeed, even CCTV can't catch up; it's at least 10 years ahead of the rest of the country."

"Director Chen, I thank you on behalf of my hometown."

Leaders at all levels expressed their gratitude, and it was all genuine emotion, without any flattery.

"You're too kind, leaders. My master and I were born and raised in Fengtian, so we are bound to contribute to the development of Fengtian."

Chen responded sincerely.

"That brat is right. Benshan Media has decided to donate 2000 million yuan to support education in the province. They will build buildings where needed and modern playgrounds where needed."

Benshan Media is not short of money. When the country is in trouble, it will be the first to step forward and donate money, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions of yuan.

but.

Chen Mo felt that it wasn't enough.

A private jet, worth over 200 million RMB, is being watched by countless eyes.

Donating now is much better than losing money later.

of course.

Some things can't be solved with money, so Chen Mo had to keep building up his armor and paving the way.

"Teacher Zhao, thank you so much! You will always be the pride of Liaoning Province. Don't worry, I will personally lead the project team to ensure the school is built to a high standard."

Li Aihua excitedly grasped Zhao Benshan's hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and promised to spend every penny wisely.

"This is just the beginning. As the company's performance improves, we will continue to make additional donations. We are not doing this as a one-off deal; we want to make it a long-term and successful business."

When Chen Mo proposed donating money to build a teaching building, Teacher Zhao agreed without hesitation. This was a great act of kindness and good deeds.

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhao. Once the teaching building and playground are completed, you will receive all the necessary benefits, including naming rights, honorary titles, and a monument to merit."

Li Aihua solemnly guaranteed.

"No, no, no, let's not do those superficial things. I don't want any naming rights. Once the teaching building is completed, we'll call it Zhenxing Building. I hope that the children who walk out of this teaching building will always remember to revitalize Northeast China and revitalize the country."

"Clap clap clap!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The next day.

Liu Lijinyue and several staff members arrived in Fengtian. Benshan Media and local officials received them, and more than a dozen commercial vehicles drove into No. 120 Middle School.

"Director Liu, welcome, welcome."

"Hello, Teacher Zhao, Director Chen, and all the leaders. Sorry to bother you."

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone began setting up the venue.

The main stage is located at the front of the teaching building, where leaders at all levels and inspection teams took their seats.

"Benshan, this is quite a big deal. These kids include elementary school students, middle school students, and even high school students. What kind of program is this? Our Studio One can't hold so many people."

"You'll see in a moment. I guarantee it will be a revelation, a completely new experience, enough to make your hair stand on end and bring tears to your eyes..."

"Stop, stop, stop. It's not like I'm some kind of country bumpkin."

"It's not that you're unsophisticated, it's that none of us are. That's how we all felt after yesterday's rehearsal."

"Teacher Zhao is right, Director Liu, Director Chen really treats song and dance performances like movies."

Li Aiguo interjected.

Liu Li and Jin Yue were even more excited.

"Project Gutenberg: City Box Office Showdown" is unprecedented and will likely remain so for years to come. What amazing and outrageous move has it pulled off this time?

Urgent!

Beijing time, 9:10 AM on October 14th.

Chen Mo stood in the center of the main stage, holding a microphone. On either side of him were junior high school students in school uniforms, with red scarves around their necks as red as the rising sun. Each of them stood tall with their chests out, hands on their thighs, their eyes shining with youthful light, and confident smiles on their faces.

The main runway is ahead.

The adorable first-grade children, holding props such as sunflowers, windmills, and balloons, were perhaps too young to be organized or disciplined. Some followed instructions to prepare for the starting line, some played around with their classmates, and some even knelt on the ground.

Yet this very scene evokes a strange sense of comfort. This is how the rising sun of the Republic should be: lively, cheerful, unrigorous, and unpretentious, always with its heart turned towards the sun and its eyes always shining.

It resembles a modern version of the Qingming Scroll.

Further ahead were middle school students, their starting movements were very standard, and there was very little whispering among them. As the sun rose higher, I had a vague feeling that I was carrying some kind of responsibility, though I couldn't see it clearly or reach it.

At the front was a group of high school students. Everyone moved in unison, and no one spoke, carefully remembering every word their teachers had said.

Chen Mo didn't deliberately demand uniformity; he just wanted everyone to show their most authentic selves.

At their age, everything they do looks good.

"We can begin."

Chen Mo spoke to indicate this.

"Knock knock knock knock..."

The urgent drums of Chinese war sounded, each beat striking precisely at the heart of the Chinese people.

The children's innocent yet resolute voices resounded throughout the world.

"When the youth are wise, the nation is wise!"

"Knock knock knock..."

"When the youth are prosperous, the nation is prosperous!"

"Knock knock knock..."

"A strong youth makes a strong nation!"

"Knock knock knock..."

"When the youth are free, the nation is free!"

The clear and melodious sound of a flute enters the scene.

The two verses of the chanting style are repeated.

"When the youth are wise, the nation is wise!"

"When the youth are prosperous, the nation is prosperous!"

"A strong youth makes a strong nation!"

"When the youth are free, the nation is free!"

Chen Mo picked up the microphone, his voice soft and gentle.

"The rising sun shines brightly, its path is vast and glorious."

"The river flows out and flows into the ocean."