Directly opposite the sports ground, someone was observing Fang Zhengyi's movements with a telescope.
Seeing him raising his hands high, he quickly ordered the people holding flags on his left and right to wave them.
As soon as the flags were waved, the audience was evenly distributed to play semaphores, and the people releasing the signals started to move at the same time.
Each district began to have personnel arranged to remind people around to keep quiet.
At the same time, groups of musicians began to take their places, running to the highest platform of the stadium, holding their own instruments and setting up small speakers in front.
It was the same as Zhang Biao's layout when he fought against Black Mountain Blazingly in the Mid-Levels Square, but the specifications were much higher.
After all, there are no electric speakers, so we can only rely on quantity, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
As for whether the sound can be kept neat... Basically it's ok. Everyone has set their rhythm points in advance and there are people guiding them, so it's not a big problem.
After all, keeping neat and tidy is Mr. Fang's natural talent. After dozens of collective band trainings, he was barely satisfied.
After the band was in place, thousands of people began to pour into the entrance channel below, dressed in neat uniforms and carrying a large waist drum, lining up in a square formation in the field.
The audience held their breath and stared at the large-scale formation that suddenly appeared on the field.
"Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong."
A burst of intensive drumbeats sounded, and all the drummers in the audience were seen moving in unison.
Thousands of people beat the drums, and there seemed to be a slight vibration in the air!
Emperor Jing looked down with a smile, and took the time to give Fang Zheng an appreciative look.
The scale is large enough! Enough momentum!
Unexpectedly, as soon as he was distracted, the drummer below had already begun to adjust the formation simultaneously.
Slowly forming a cross.
Then there was another quick change of formation, and another nine was quickly formed.
According to the original plan, the person in charge of each area began to encourage the audience to follow the counting.
Of course, the onlookers and the Taoyuan County cheerleaders were very cooperative. In addition, the whole audience was excited and couldn't help shouting.
"Eight! Seven! Six! Five!..."
The shouts of thousands of people gathered into one voice, and this infectious power instantly broke through the sky.
Even officials and foreign envoys began to join in.
Emperor Jing's face turned red and his body leaned forward slightly.
"Three! Two! One!"
The countdown ended, and the next moment a burst of intensive gunfire sounded all around the sports field, followed by a group of colorful hot air balloons rising above the sports field.
Hundreds of paper fireworks are launched at the same time, spraying colorful strips into the center.
The hot air balloon began to splash flower petals crazily downwards.
The foreign envoys were astonished, and many people stood up and shouted excitedly toward the sky.
Countless colorful flower petals fell, and the auditorium turned into a sea of exclamations. Everyone couldn't help but reach out to catch it.
Then thousands of people cheered.
"Long live your Majesty!"
"Long live the great scene!"
It was just an opening, and the atmosphere had already reached its peak.
Emperor Jing was overjoyed.
Fang Zheng hugged his arms and looked around with a smile.
If there weren't too many technical difficulties and the palace rules were too complicated, it would have been done at night. The effect would obviously have been better if fireworks were used.
But so far, the effect seems to be amazing enough.
After all, no one has much knowledge, so making a modified version of the Olympic Games opening ceremony is enough to seduce everyone.
The scene had turned into a sea of joy, especially the officials. Seeing the shocked reactions of the foreign envoys, their mouths were completely crooked with laughter.
Long face! This wave has really given me a big face!
When all the paper petals fell, the scene gradually returned to calm, and the ten broadcasting rooms distributed in the sports field made sounds at the same time.
In the broadcast room, ten selected loud-voiced hosts announced at the same time, facing the huge loudspeaker in front of them, holding their watches in their hands.
"The opening ceremony of the first Dajing World Games has officially begun! Please enjoy the theme song of this Games, Dajing Welcome Song."
Due to the loudspeaker amplification, ten people spoke at the same time, and the sound was clear and loud.
The moment the hosts finished speaking, the musicians on the surrounding stages started playing loudly.
The sound of music flows from top to bottom like flowing water.
The whole audience held their breath and listened to this music they had never heard before.
The song was of course a famous song copied by Mr. Fang from his previous life, but it had no lyrics.
However, this novel melody is obviously still able to attract the subjects of Da Jing.
Everyone listened intoxicatedly, their bodies moved slightly to the music, and some couldn't help but cheer.
In the auditorium, a man who looked like a businessman covered his ears with a depressed look on his face.
The audience sitting next to me couldn't help shouting the word "good" again, and finally couldn't help but said angrily: "Can you stop shouting? We are welcoming foreigners, not you, you are so excited!"
The neighbor was shocked and said, "What are you farting at? Did I provoke you, or do you feel uncomfortable when you see others happy?"
The merchant's chest was rising and falling, and he gritted his teeth and said: "That's what it is! I just built a shop at the Dongdamen Gate, and it was bulldozed halfway through. Just to welcome foreigners, can I be so fucking happy?! "
As soon as he said this, the people around him burst into laughter. The neighbor also laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, our two rows are all merchants at the Dongda Gate. Why are we all arranged to sit together? Do you have any idea? Do you want to be more aggressive? Besides, you won’t be compensated. Just say a few words less, and you won’t kill me if you hear it?”
"Fuck, just give me a replacement ticket! I want to say, does Da Jing still have a king's method..."
The merchant couldn't help but complain. In the middle of his words, two big hands behind him touched his left and right shoulders at the same time.
Looking back, he saw two strangers. The merchant asked impatiently: "What are you doing?"
"Jinyiwei is handling the case, come with us."
"..."
The merchant was stunned for a moment, with hairs all over his body, his bladder contracted, he raised his hands to his chest and said in horror: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I don't want the money anymore...I won't talk nonsense anymore."
The two Jin Yiwei looked at each other, and then said: "All the merchants at the east gate will compensate according to the price. If you only got one ticket, there is a problem. This is the Jin Yiwei's negligence. You don't have to be afraid. Please go back and follow us. Check it out and re-estimate the amount of compensation."
The merchant slowly opened his mouth and said nonchalantly: "Really or not, am I not dreaming?"
"It must be a dream!"
"You're done, I'll let you do this blindly."
"Wake up, you!"
The Dongda merchants on the left and right collectively let out a burst of ridicule.
"Shut up!" Jin Yiwei glanced at him, and all the merchants immediately fell silent, and then added: "What should be compensated will be compensated. It is related to Jin Yiwei's reputation. You can't trust Jin Yiwei, right?"
The merchant pinched his face and felt ecstatic in his heart: "Believe it! I don't believe anyone, not even Jin Yiwei!"
"Well, let's go, don't affect other people with your nonsense."
...
The song ends.
Considering that the audio system is all human-made, the consumption cannot be too high, so the announcement link is omitted.
Once the music stopped, there was no time left for everyone to reflect.
A second wave of performances followed.
In the square, long passages from all directions began to converge towards the middle...
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