Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

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When Zhao Zhongqing heard this, he was a little dumbfounded, but he quickly recovered his composure and agreed readily: "Okay... As long as your idea is realistic and not too ridiculous, this is not a problem."

After Zhao Zhongqing finished speaking, he asked curiously: "Did you have your own ideas about how to rehearse so quickly?"

Yi Ming smiled: "Yes, there are some, but it's not too mature yet and needs to be perfected."

Zhao Zhongqing laughed loudly, and was a little stunned secretly. It had only been so long before he actually had the preliminary idea of ​​​​rehearsing. It was so surprising and surprising. Old man Ye was so lucky to have picked up such a treasure in his old age. Already.

Zhao Zhongqing couldn't help the curiosity that arose in his heart at this moment, and asked: "Tell me, I can't help it now."

Yi Ming thought for a moment and thought it would be okay to talk at this time. He immediately said: "For example, the warm-up song "Love My China", I think it can be done in groups of men and women, with a total of 65 groups of men and women. The mutual dance kicked off the atmosphere of the first performance. 65 pairs of men and women, dressed in costumes of various ethnic groups, metaphorically representing the 65 ethnic groups in China, danced dances with various characteristics of ethnic minorities. Dozens of soldiers in uniform entered the room holding national flags... As the curtain on the stage slowly opened, what came into view were people wearing various colors of clothing-----people from all walks of life representing scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, and then In the high-pitched music, we sang "Love Me China" together. As for how the lead singer should appear next, it is not a problem, right?"

"Wonderful! You really have this idea, and it's not just a good one. Wouldn't it be more 'fit' to perform like this and highlight the strength and prosperity of the motherland?" After hearing this, Zhao Zhongqing's eyebrows lit up. Yelled out happily.

At this time, Zhao Zhongqing felt really itchy. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull Mr. Qingwen, and said urgently: "Get in the car, get in the car, go to my place, sit down, and talk about it..., talk about it."

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Yanjing, the capital of China, is located in the north, so the weather is always dry and windy and sandy all year round.

In Yanjing City, various ancient buildings with a humanistic atmosphere are everywhere in the city and can be seen from time to time.

There are even more skyscrapers rising from the ground from time to time. Rows of buildings can be seen everywhere, full of a modern commercial atmosphere that is unique to a metropolis.

After passing through the adjacent Changping District from Xinhui District and crossing the Bakong Bridge in the South District, Zhao Zhongqing began to slow down and slowly stopped in front of a building next to the bridge.

Soon, the military Phuket driven by Wang Hu stopped next to Zhao Zhongqing's car. Then a group of people got out of the car and followed Zhao Zhongqing up the steps to the headquarters building of the Central Arts Song and Dance Ensemble.

The shape of the entire building is like a long rectangular shape with a slightly pointed rectangular shape. Combined with the high-end shape and the unique design of the atmosphere, it gives people a very shocking and strong feeling.

Standing under the wide and empty steps, the whole building gives people a dazzling and magnificent feeling. The whole large piece of sky blue glass shines with a faint golden gilded luster under the refraction of the sun. It dazzles people and is taken by God.

Yi Ming was secretly a little stunned. The headquarters building of the Central Group was also built with such a big deal, it was so grand.

The light is discernible. The square black lacquered frosted marble covers the entire lobby and extends to all corners and passenger elevators. Even the illuminated palace lanterns are decorated in a dome style, which is very ancient. The freehand style of the palace.

"Ding……"

The elevator soon stopped on the 7th floor, and then several people walked out of the elevator and headed towards Zhao Zhongqing's office.

Mr. Qingwen looked at Yi Ming, and Youran asked aloud: "Obviously, for most office buildings in China, why do they like to put their offices on the 7th floor? What do you think? What do you think? reason?"

When Yi Ming heard this, he immediately replied honestly: "Teacher, the reason why we chose the seventh floor must have something to do with an idiom."

Mr. Qingwen said "Oh" noncommittally, but he couldn't help but smile in his heart, and even a smile appeared on his face, "Then tell me which idiom it will be."

Zhao Zhongqing was walking in front. The more he listened, the less he liked it. He stopped and turned back, saying angrily: "Is it interesting? It's really boring."

When it comes to acting, you have to do the whole thing.

Who asked the teacher to ask?

Yi Ming could only say in a low voice: "Let's go up and down."

"Well..., yes, you are right, it is an idiom that makes people feel anxious."

After Mr. Qingwen finished speaking, he laughed again, then stopped making any sound and resumed walking leisurely.

Zhao Zhongqing opened the door, pointed to the sofa placed against the wall and said, "Be casual, I have to deal with the things at hand."

Before Mr. Qingwen sat down, he couldn't help but said: "Where's the player? Bring it, I'll listen to the live performance of "The Chinese" recorded that day.

Zhao Zhongqing stood in front of his desk, smiled when he heard the words, picked up the phone - dialed a number, and said loudly: "Make a pot of tea and bring it to me." Then he bent down and walked from He took out a portable mini player from the drawer and placed it on the coffee table.

After a slight rustling sound came from the player, the high-pitched drums and music of the prelude to "The Chinese" sounded...