Rebirth 09: Starting from taking charge of Running Man on CCTV

If we look at the guest lineup of the previous Running Man show in 2009, some of them were just debuting, and some were in completely different situations.

However, it is precisely because of this that there is room for maneuver.

Deng Chao, who just won the Best Supporting Actor award at the Hundred Flowers Awards, is transitioning to the film industry. He has zero experience in variety shows and while he has enough national recognition, it hasn't reached its peak yet.

Li Chen, whose tough-guy image was just released in March, is currently very popular.

Wang Baoqiang's "My Brother is Called Shunliu" has now finished filming and is scheduled to air on CCTV-1's prime time slot in June.

Chen He is currently only known for his role in "iPartment," which has been filmed but not yet aired, and has zero online recognition.

Zheng Kai has just signed with Huayi Brothers and is filming sitcoms; his public recognition is practically zero.

......

……

Five years from now, any one of these people would be a national-level variety show star.

But in 2009?

Cheap.

It works well.

obedient.

Moreover, they all desperately need an opportunity to break out of their niche.

Chen Yang's lips curled up slightly, and his fingers returned to the keyboard.

The sound of banging and tapping echoed incessantly in the bedroom late at night.

The night outside the window in Beijing was very quiet, with only the occasional distant car horn.

Time passed by, second by second.

His mental state did not decline in the slightest.

[Extraordinary Physique] is no exaggeration. 1 AM, 2 AM, 3 AM.

The framework of the project proposal has evolved from a skeleton to flesh and blood, and from flesh and blood, skin has grown.

Program positioning, project justification, core gameplay, competition format design, guest planning, broadcast plan, budget breakdown, risk control plan, and commercial value assessment.

Each section was written so densely it was impossible to miss.

It was 3:20 a.m. The bedroom door was gently pushed open a crack.

"Xiao Yang?"

Zhang Xiulan leaned half her body in, holding a bowl of white fungus soup, the rim of the bowl still steaming.

She was wearing a casual pajama coat, her hair casually tucked behind her ears, her face showing a sleepy look and an unconcealable heartache.

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Chen Yang's fingers stopped on the keyboard.

"I got up to use the bathroom and saw that the light was still on in your room."

Zhang Xiulan tiptoed in, placed the white fungus soup on the table, and glanced unconsciously at the computer screen.

She couldn't understand a single one of the densely packed words.

"What are you doing with that proposal of yours again?"

"Yes, it's due tomorrow."

"From Anhui TV to CCTV, you've never stopped."

Zhang Xiulan frowned, and her nagging started like a floodgate opening.

"Don't stay up all night all the time, your health is important. Look at your dark circles, you're such a grown-up, don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

"Okay, Mom."

Chen Yang, who was strategizing in the planning document just a moment ago, is now behaving like a well-behaved primary school student.

I picked up the bowl of white fungus soup and drank it in big gulps. It was sweet, with red dates and goji berries.

His mother has been using this old recipe for over twenty years.

In his past life, when he was in the ICU, the thing he wanted to drink most was this bowl of white fungus soup.

"It tastes good."

Chen Yang ate the last red date at the bottom of the bowl and handed the empty bowl back.

"Mom, you should go to sleep. I'll go to sleep after I finish writing this part."

"real?"

"real!"

Zhang Xiulan took the bowl with some skepticism, then looked back at it again as she walked to the door.

"Lights must be turned off by 4 PM at the latest."

"Alright, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

The door closed gently.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away along the corridor.

Chen Yang put down the empty bowl he was holding.

He stared at the closed door and remained silent for a few seconds.

In his past life, his father drove a taxi his whole life, and developed a chronic lumbar disc herniation, still working the night shift at the age of sixty-two.

His mother ran a small supermarket her whole life, and the chilblains on her hands would recur every year, cracking and bleeding in the winter.

They scrimped and saved their entire lives, just to support their two children in the cutthroat city of Beijing.

This lifetime.

He wasn't going to keep them waiting any longer.

Chen Yang turned back to the computer, his fingers returning to the keyboard.

4:18 a.m.

The final part of the core planning document for "Run, China!" has been finalized.

He read it from beginning to end.

The program's positioning is precise.

The policy entry point is flawless.

The guest lineup is logically designed, with complementary personalities, and caters to audiences of all ages.

Budgets are broken down reasonably and in compliance with regulations, ensuring that every penny goes somewhere.

Based on commercial value assessment, the naming rights fee is conservatively estimated to start at 80 million.

This proposal, when shown on CCTV in 2009, was not innovative.

That's a clear case of dimensional reduction attack.

Who else is there? Ctrl+S, save.

Chen Yang took out a Kingston USB flash drive from the drawer, plugged it into the USB port, and copied a backup.

I turned on the printer again, warmed it up for two minutes, and the entire proposal, including the cover and appendix, totaling thirty-two pages of A4 paper, was neatly printed out.

He neatly arranged the paper copies, put them into a kraft paper file folder, and clipped them together.

Put the USB drive in the desk drawer.

The file folder was placed in the center of the desk.

The sky outside the window was already turning a pale white.

In Beijing, the mornings come early in May; it gets light as early as 4:30 a.m.

Chen Yang stood up and stretched his shoulders. Despite staying up all night, he was surprisingly energetic, his mind clear, and he wasn't sleepy at all.

But he didn't rush out.

The earliest you can start work at CCTV is 8:30, and you just need to submit your proposal materials to the channel's editorial office before 9:00.

He set his alarm for seven o'clock, threw his phone on the bedside table, and flopped onto the bed fully clothed.

He fell asleep in less than three seconds.

……

When the alarm clock rang, Chen Yang opened his eyes and sat up, feeling as if he had slept through the entire night.

My mind is clear, my limbs are strong, and I don't feel any soreness or swelling at all.

Three hours. In the past, after pulling an all-nighter, what could you possibly get out of three hours of sleep? At most, you'd go from feeling like a "walking corpse" to being "half-dead."

Now it's great, like it's fully charged.

This [Extraordinary Physique] is really useful.

He went into the bathroom, washed his face, and glanced at himself in the mirror.

The mirror reflects a young face.

At twenty-four, her skin was tanned a light wheat color from years of shooting outdoors, her jawline was sharp, and her eyes looked exceptionally bright under the lights.

Even after staying up all night, Chen Yang didn't have any dark circles under his eyes. He grinned at himself in the mirror.

not bad.

I changed into that dark gray casual jacket, paired with dark straight-leg casual pants, and slipped on sneakers.

As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I could hear some noise coming from the living room.

Zhang Xiulan, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen, the oil sizzling as she fried eggs, and the air filled with the aroma of soy milk and scallions.

"You're awake? Hurry up and wash up and eat."

Zhang Xiulan didn't even turn her head; she used a spatula to flip the fried egg over.

"What time did you go to bed last night?"

"It wasn't late; I went to bed around 4 a.m.

"A little after four o'clock!"

Zhang Xiulan paused with her spatula, then turned her head and glared at him.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I slept for almost three hours, Mom, and I'm still full of energy. Look at my complexion, I look great!"

Chen Yang quickly sat down at the dining table and obediently picked up the soy milk and took a big gulp.

Zhang Xiulan looked him up and down and realized that her son didn't seem to be sleep-deprived, so her anger subsided by half.

"Youth shouldn't be wasted like this." He was still muttering to himself, but he had already brought out the fried eggs and pickled vegetables.

The door to the next bedroom opened, and Chen Weiguo came out wearing his faded gray jacket, carrying taxi keys. He paused for a moment when he saw Chen Yang already sitting at the table.

"Leaving so early today?"

"I have a proposal to submit, so I need to go to the station early."

Chen Weiguo nodded, didn't ask any more questions, sat down opposite his son, picked up his bowl, and drank his porridge in silence.

He took two sips, put down the bowl, and hesitated before speaking.

"Behave yourself at the station, don't get into arguments. It's not easy for us out here."

"Okay, Dad."

Chen Yang didn't look up, his mouth full of fried egg, and mumbled a reply.

Zhang Xiulan chimed in from the side, "Don't keep telling the child these things. CCTV is a great platform, and Xiaoyang is capable."

"I'm just worried he's young and impetuous..."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and eat."

The family members ate separately, and the range hood in the kitchen hummed.

Chen Yang quickly finished his breakfast, went back to his room to get the file folder, and put the USB drive in his pocket.

He changed his shoes and opened the security door.

"Did you bring an umbrella? It looks like it's going to rain today," Zhang Xiulan called from the kitchen.

"Yes, I brought it."

I didn't bring it.

Chen Yang waved towards the kitchen and stepped out of the house.

At the entrance of the residential area, my dad's Santana taxi was parked in its usual spot, the taxi light on the roof reflecting the morning light.

7:40.

Take bus No. 33 to Gongzhufen, then transfer to subway line 1 and get off at Military Museum Station. Walk about 500 meters to No. 11 Fuxing Road. It takes about 40 minutes, which is just the right amount of time.

Chen Yang looked down at the file folder tucked under his arm.

Thirty-two pages.

enough.

He started walking towards the bus stop.

The mornings in Beijing in May are already a bit warm. The sun shines warmly on your face, steam rises from the steamers of breakfast stalls along the roadside, and commuters ride their bicycles past you.

2009 years.

Everything is just right.

Those CCTV executives, used to galas and studio variety shows, probably never dreamed that a 24-year-old assistant director who had been transferred here would drop a bomb on their desks today.

Chen Yang squeezed the USB drive in his pocket.

who cares.

This plan is on the table. Everyone here either follows it or makes way.

There is no third option.