After answering the phone in the corridor, Zhou Ziwu put away the phone and turned back to the ward.

"Chang Lao."

Standing in front of the hospital bed, looking at Chang Xiuyu's kind smiling face, he didn't know what to say.

The phone call just now was from An Ran, informing him that he was going to Taiwan to meet the Spring Festival Gala director, Huang Lijing.

And according to her, this opportunity was also obtained by Chang Lao for him.

"What's wrong?"

Chang Xiuyu smiled as if nothing happened.

"I...hey, thank you Chang Lao anyway."

No need to think about it, he knew that this time Mr. Chang must have said all the good things and even made some promises. Otherwise, why didn't he give him a chance last time and gave him this time?

He felt that he had done nothing worthy of Chang Lao's efforts, and he didn't know why Chang Lao helped him like this. He only knew that the favor this time was huge.

Secretly remembering this kindness in his heart, he looked at Chang Xiuyu again.

"No need to thank me." Chang Xiuyu looked calm, as if what she had just done was not worth mentioning, "I just recommended you to him and didn't do anything. Whether you can succeed or not depends on you."

I can't help you with this."

"Mr. Chang, please don't say that." Zhou Ziwu said quickly: "You have done enough, of course I have to do the rest myself."

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

This opportunity must be taken.

"Then I wish you immediate success." Chang Xiuyu said with a smile: "Okay, don't stay here anymore, Huang Lizheng will definitely want to see you there."

Zhou Ziwu nodded.

"Then go quickly." Chang Xiuyu began to chase people away.

After saying thanks again, Zhou Ziwu apologized and left the ward.

Looking at his back as he left, Ren Qing felt a little disgusted: "Mom, you are too kind to him."

Chang Xiuyu glanced at him sideways, "Okay? They also helped me promote Peking Opera. What about you? You don't rap anymore. How many times have you listened to it on your own initiative in the past few decades?"

Ren Qing retreated, he wanted to, but interest really couldn't be forced.

He picked up the kettle under the bed and fetched water.

…

This is his first time entering the CCTV building.

When he was a child, he felt that anyone who could be on TV was a very powerful person, and those who could be on CCTV were the best among them.

It may be precisely because of this mentality that when he knew that he was not selected, he subconsciously thought that it was because he was not good enough, not for any other reason.

Also because of the filter, from the moment he stepped into the CCTV building, his heart was filled with curiosity and awe.

Looking around, I saw that the staff here seemed to have a light in their eyes, which was different from the one I had been to at Mango TV before.

While sighing that it was indeed the first TV station in Xia Country, he also had a question: Where is Huang Lizheng's office?

"Hello Zhou Ziwu."

Just as he was confused, a young lady with short hair in overalls came over.

Listening to this familiar voice, Zhou Ziwu asked doubtfully: "Are you An Ran?"

An Ran smiled and nodded, "Come with me, Director Huang is waiting for you in the office."

Chatting happily all the way, An Ran pointed to the office not far away and said: "Director Huang is right here."

Zhou Ziwu followed her and stood still. Just as he was about to thank her for leading the way, An Ran lowered his voice and said, "Go in and behave well. If nothing happens, you should be stable."

"Thank you, I will."

An Ran smiled and gave a thumbs up and said, "Go quickly, I'll be waiting for your good news outside."

Zhou Ziwu nodded, came to the office door, and knocked on the door.

"Dongdong."

"Come in."

Hearing the sound coming from inside the house, Zhou Ziwu turned around and looked at An Ran again. With a smile on his face, he opened the door and walked in.

Overall, he was very happy during this trip to Yangcheng.

I visited Mr. Chang as I wished, and unexpectedly got an interview opportunity for the Spring Festival Gala. I entered CCTV, which I had always longed for when I was a child, and met a beautiful and kind-hearted young lady.

And his good mood lasted until the second before Huang Lijian spoke.

"Zhou Ziwu?"

Huang Lili was sitting in front of the computer on his desk, busy with something. After hearing the sound of him coming in, he just turned his head slightly and glanced up at him.

"It's me, Director Huang." Zhou Ziwu smiled.

He also understood Huang Li Zheng's indifference. After all, he had heard Huang Li Zheng's name countless times.

The leader of the fifth generation of directors in China, his directorial works have won many foreign awards. In recent years, he has begun to take over the position of chief director of the opening and closing ceremonies of many large-scale official sports events. This year, Huang strives to direct for the first time.

Spring Festival Gala.

It is normal for such a person not to care about a young boy like him.

However, understanding is understanding, Zhou Ziwu's mood is inevitably affected a little, and being treated indifferently and still being happy is a masochism.

"Sit down." Huang Lizheng pointed to the sofa in the office, "I still have some work to do here."

Zhou Ziwu nodded and sat down quietly on the sofa.

For a moment, the office fell into silence, except for the occasional sound of keyboard and mouse.

Half an hour later.

Huang Lizheng seemed to have just finished his work. He walked out from behind his desk, took a cup of hot water, walked to the sofa, and handed it to Zhou Ziwu.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. It's my mistake. It's been so long and I didn't even let you drink a glass of water."

In fact, although he had never met him, his impression of Zhou Ziwu was not very good, or in other words, very bad.

During this period, he was worried about the song program of the Year of the Dragon Spring Festival Gala.

At this time, he asked An Ran to find a replacement singer, but unexpectedly she found Zhou Ziwu again.

That was all. Then Mr. Chang personally called and recommended this young man to him for the second time.

Because Zhou Ziwu withdrew from the recording before, he already had a bad impression of this person. In addition, this suspected "back door" behavior also made his impression of this young man he had never met drop.

An Ran is his right-hand assistant, and Chang Xiuyu is a national treasure-level Peking Opera master. He can ask these two people to intercede for him twice. How strong is Zhou Ziwu's backstage? Maybe he is another "prince".

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Give.

What's more, she also promised that when he was filming in the future, if she needed to appear in a Peking opera part, just let him know.

This promise was too tempting for him, and since he was indeed facing a situation where no one was available, he could only agree to let Zhou Ziwu give it a try.

It was said to be a try, but in fact as long as Zhou Ziwu didn't have a too bizarre "car accident", the matter would basically be settled.

Of course, you have to show off your power, and you have to suppress his temper. Otherwise, what should I do if he suddenly runs away during the recording like before? The Spring Festival Gala is live broadcast in its entirety. If he really runs away, then the responsibility will be huge.

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In the past half hour, Huang Lizheng had been deliberately teasing him, just to see if he was the kind of person who relied on connections to become domineering.

As for the observation results, he was quite satisfied.

On the surface, Zhou Ziwu didn't show any impatience, and that was enough. At least he was willing to do superficial work. The kind that didn't even bother to do superficial work was even scarier.

Taking the water glass, Zhou Ziwu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. After all, the Spring Festival Gala is getting closer. It's understandable that Director Huang is a little busy."

Looking at his young and handsome face, Huang Lizheng sighed: "Zhou Ziwu, right? I have to say that I can make Mr. Chang speak for you twice and make a promise. I have to say that you are very powerful. Even me,

It’s very difficult to invite her to live with her.”

Zhou Ziwu was a little confused.

It seemed like he was praising himself, but his tone and the underlying meaning behind his words made him feel so uncomfortable.

It seemed that he was very reluctant to come.

But when he heard Huang Liqiang say that Chang Lao had made a promise for him, he was very moved. Could the promise that could impress the director in front of him be a simple promise?

He is even more determined to take the opportunity to appear in this Spring Festival Gala.

Zhou Ziwu smiled and said: "Yes, I am very surprised that Mrs. Chang can help me like this. And what I can do is not to let her efforts go in vain."

Huang Lizheng said with a smile: "This is indeed your decision. If you are capable, her efforts will not be in vain."

What is the so-called ability to pass the test?

Zhou Ziwu had doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything, but looked forward to his next words.
To be continued...