"Um, Director Jing..." the middle-aged man interrupted weakly, "The party is just to invite a few directors to shoot short plays, it's not that troublesome."
There are no such thing as hosts, celebrities and experts.
Yu Jing's smile gradually disappeared and she repeated his words word for word: "Not even a host?!"
The reviewing editor nodded vigorously.
"Impossible! The Yaoguang School Anniversary has a host. How could such a big event as the Spring Festival just be filming a few short plays?" You guys are going to heaven!
"It was Yaoguang's centenary celebration, so of course it should be treated with grandeur." He deliberately emphasized the word "centennial". The Spring Festival happens every year, and everyone has long been tired of it.
Yu Jing was stunned and nodded feebly: "Okay, I will film a short play and put it on the air."
There was a moment of silence in the study room, and the review editor was restless, suspecting that he had said something wrong. Otherwise, why did the young director who was so energetic just now lose his mind in the blink of an eye?
The robot knocked on the door and came in: "Sir, Mr. Ji Chengye from the Film and Television Association is here to visit."
"I'll be down right away." Yu Jing said to the review editor, "Wait a moment."
Downstairs, the first thing Ji Chengye did when he came in was to take off his clothes and pass his coat to the robot next to him. He didn't even wear slippers and stepped barefoot on the floor. When he saw Yu Jing, he opened his mouth to complain: "It's too hot in your house." Okay, can you bear the temperature being set so high?"
Yu Jing was lying on the handrail of the stairs, expressionless: "You are so angry, no wonder you are quarreling with people all day long."
"Get out!"
When the two first met, they had an unpleasant quarrel because of Yu Sui'an's matter. Even though they cooperated more and trusted each other later, it has become a habit for the two to fight each other when they meet.
The young director snorted: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Ji Chengye wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and sighed in a pretentious manner: "It's so hot and thirsty. I can't even salivate when I come to visit..."
A cup of tea appeared in front of him. He raised his head and saw the robot's mechanized smile: "Old sir, please have some tea."
Ji Chengye: "..."
Brat's robot is just as unpleasant as he is.
Yu Jing patted the armrest and laughed: "02, well done."
After finishing his daily routine of getting into fights when meeting each other, Ji Chengye finally got down to business: "The Film and Television Association would like to invite you to the Spring Festival Gala, where you will shoot a few short plays to make it lively."
Ji Chengye felt a little guilty when he said this. After all, everyone knew exactly what the Spring Festival Gala looked like every year. To say it was lively was a complete lie.
Yu Jing was confused: "Isn't the Film and Television Association an official organization? Just like the Tianxuan website, it is backed by Donghua?"
"Yes, why are you asking this suddenly?" Ji Chengye was confused. The little old man drank a glass of cold water, which finally made him feel less hot. He even had time to tease Xiao Lan on the sofa.
Yu Jing smiled strangely: "It's nothing, I seem to have seen the Sixth Princess and the Tenth Princess on CCTV making a fuss about separating their families."
From the mouth of the review editor, Yu Jing had already seen Donghua's lack of attention to the Spring Festival, but the arrival of Ji Chengye refreshed the situation.
They are all official organizations, but they didn’t shoot in a unified manner, but each went his own way!
You are really 666!
"Are you going to agree or not? I also invited other directors to get together and shoot a few shows. Just give an explanation to the boss!" Ji Chengye became impatient.
It just so happened that the review editor saw that Yu Jing had not returned for a long time and couldn't help but come out to check the situation.
Yu Jing shrugged, pointed at the confused review editor, then looked at the stunned Ji Chengye, raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly.
"How about you guys have a fight?"
Chapter 121
It was so obvious that Yu Jing wanted to see a good show. There were so many people on both sides, how could he not see it.
Ji Chengye was so angry that he almost jumped up the stairs and punched Yu Jing: "You little bastard! I haven't seen you for a while and you are getting more and more out of character. If you don't want to go, you don't want to go. Just refuse. I'm not a messy old man!"
Yu Jing gave a confused expression, as if to say, isn't it?
The old man was so angry that his chest ached. He stood up as if to leave. If he didn't leave, he was afraid he would be angry to death here.
"Who says I don't want to participate? The Spring Festival Gala is very fun." Yu Jing said slowly. He had been to the scene in his previous life, and it was indeed very interesting.
As soon as these words came out, both the review editor and Ji Chengye felt that Yu Jing was crazy.
Was the party fun?
Are you talking about that Spring Festival Gala that no one cares about and whose ratings are comparable to bad movies?
Yu Jing shrugged: "However, if you want to do it, do it in a lively way. It's boring for you all to play separately, so why not do it together? There are more people and more power."
Ji Chengye and the review editor looked at each other and were shocked by Yu Jing's statement.
"Separate events disperse traffic, causing viewers to switch websites frequently. It is difficult to leave a deep impression after a party. Why not integrate resources from both parties and select the best ones to make a blockbuster success?"
Yu Jing's tone was full of temptation, and the expressions of the two managers became more and more excited.
The review editor suppressed his excitement and apologized to Yu Jing: "I need to go back to Tianxuan headquarters to bring Director Jing's words to my boss. Please be patient."
The man walked away in a hurry.
Yu Jing sat opposite Ji Chengye and smirked: "I know that when people get old, they lose their enterprising spirit and their thinking and reaction ability will slow down. Do I need to think about it for a few more days?"
Ji Chengye jumped up and cursed: "Who are you calling Alzheimer's, little bastard? I'll go back and discuss it with everyone right now. Just wait!"
The old man grabbed the clothes and turned around, staring at the snowflakes outside. His face was full of fighting spirit, and he even wore his shoes inside out.
Soon, the two people's hover car disappeared at the end of the road, and the wheel tracks were covered with heavy snow in an instant.
Yu Jing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the world of ice and snow sculptures outside, and casually asked the robot: "02, does it snow heavily every winter in Donghua?"
The robot nodded politely: "Yes, it is like this every year, sir, please keep warm."
"Will those places on remote planets suffer losses?"
"No sir, Donghua's snow remover can melt half a meter of ice and snow in five minutes, and a rain bomb can solve everything."
Yu Jing was relieved. Even on remote planets, the technological capabilities were beyond what they could achieve in their previous lives. No wonder there were no complaints online about the heavy winter snow.
Ji Chengye and the review editor were obviously tempted, so the problem shouldn't be big. Yu Jing went to get a few packs of snacks, and then picked up a bottle of refrigerated Coke under the robot's disapproving gaze. She settled down on the sofa and looked for screen recordings of previous years' parties.
They are all in the recording area of Tianxuan's website and can be searched with just a finger. Yu Jing first clicked on last year's party and started watching it attentively.
…
Pei Yi came back from get off work and received a whiny little director.
"What's wrong?" He came over and touched Yu Jing's forehead, "Are you sick?"
Yu Jing said weakly: "It's nothing, I'm full."
The actor's eyes swept across the snacks on the table and stopped on the Coke. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It was ice and there were condensed water drops on the bottle.
Yu Jing shouted guiltily: "The temperature in the room is high, it's okay for me to drink once in a while."
"I didn't stop you from drinking." Pei Yi raised his eyebrows, "Where did you think you were?"
He is worried about Yu Jing's physical condition and strictly requires him to exercise, but he will not be strict in everything. Yu Jing lived a carefree life before the relationship was established, but there was no reason that she would have to live an ascetic life after they got together.
Yu Jing smiled sarcastically: "I thought you wouldn't let me eat cold food. I was wrong."
"What are you eating? Can you still eat dinner if you're full?" There weren't many bags on the table, so it shouldn't be too full.
The young director pointed to the light brain. The program on it was still going on, but it was muted, as if it was a pantomime.
He had a serious look on his face: "Hmm... It seemed like there was a table of exquisite but tasteless meals in front of me, and then I was forced to eat with my head pressed down. I was blatantly told that eating or not eating is not what the East Chinese do."
Interstellar people are quite upright, so of course they can't eat by pressing their heads, so they just throw up the table and quit.
This is why the ratings are comparable to bad movies.
Once upon a time, in order to welcome exchange events between several countries, Donghua hoped that directors would shoot some movies that would increase national cohesion.
Some directors use too much force and almost carve the word "patriotic" on the audience's forehead. Of course, the effect was not very good, and it quickly aroused the audience's rebellious psychology.
Although "Looking for the Stars", which won first place, also has this meaning, Yu Sui'an and Xu Anxian directed it well, and it has a eloquent feeling.
It won't be like this, force-feeding.
Even Yu Jing almost flipped the table after watching several shows.
The young director pulled Pei Yi's sleeve and despised the program, finally feeling at ease.
"Then what show are you going to film?" Pei Yi became interested.
Yu Jing bit her finger: "This will have to wait until the two parties cooperate. I have to see which directors are involved before I can decide."
Without paying attention for a moment, he bit himself in pain, waved his hand and went back to the Internet. This time I opened a small account and went to Xingbo to ask netizens for their thoughts.
[Little birdie: Will everyone watch the Spring Festival Gala this year? 】
Because he wanted to hear more people's opinions, he even bought a hot search and held a voting event. Netizens who were bored for a while were really willing to chat with him.
【ah? Will the Spring Festival Gala be held this year? 】
[Looking at it, it might as well be replaying Yaoguang’s centennial anniversary. At least the mecha fights are exciting. 】
[I will read it when I have insomnia. 】
[Upstairs, I admire you for being able to fall asleep while watching the Spring Festival Gala. I was so angry that I couldn't sleep at all. The show completely treated the audience like fools. 】
[An educational program is just an educational program, but it’s disguised as a Spring Festival Gala. It’s disgusting. 】
No one is optimistic.
The number of votes for those who didn’t watch was overwhelmingly ahead, but the number of votes for those who watched was a mistake made by netizens with trembling hands.
Yu Jing's mood was complicated, and she hated the fact that iron was not as good as steel. How could a national-level program be reduced to the point where everyone despises it.
…
Tianxuan headquarters and the Film and Television Association quickly responded to Yu Jing, agreeing with his idea, and selected Yu Sui'an and Guan Yufei to co-direct.
Yu Jing was very happy, and even Yu Sui'an was inexplicably pleased with it. He put on his cold-weather clothes and drove to the Film and Television Association to discuss the process with everyone.
In the conference room, Yu Sui'an and Guan Yufei had arrived early, and they almost didn't recognize the armed Yu Jing.
Yu Jing saw reluctance in their eyes, even Yu Sui'an, who was accustomed to showing off.
Guan Yufei couldn't hold back his anger and asked Yu Jing directly: "Why did the Film and Television Association and Tianxuan Headquarters decide to jointly hold the party?"
