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Chapter 705 One battle determines the outcome 2

 Chapter 702 One battle determines the outcome 2

"Oh oh oh!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

The southern audience may not care, but the northerners really like it. No need to say anything as soon as it appears, the applause and applause are overwhelming, and there is no need for an on-site assistant director to direct it.

"Whoosh!"

Yao Yuan was also clapping his hands. As an ordinary audience member, he still liked Uncle Benshan very much. But with his current status, he couldn't go backstage to meet him. It would be too sensitive.

Not only is he missing, but he will also step on her a few times tonight.

"My Deskmate" is very cliche. Wang Xiaoli plays the role of Liu Neng. He brings his son Xiao Shenyang to visit a female deskmate from that time and wrote a letter.

I wanted to let the other party read the letter after I left, but it turned out that the husband of the female classmate came back, that is, Uncle Benshan.

So I read the letter on the spot.

The entire work's starting and turning points are driven by such a letter, and the script is fundamentally weak.

Wang Xiaoli and Xiao Shenyang forcibly surrendered. They originally came to thank their old classmates for their help, but in the end, they couldn't speak well and the letters they wrote were incomprehensible, so they had to rely on three sources.

"I have been looking for you for so many years, and I have always wanted to say something to you. I will omit three words here."

"One time we were walking on the way to school and passed by a small forest. I have omitted 27 words here..."

"Hahaha!"

The scene was filled with applause.

Yao Yuan was not pretending, he really thought this skit was terrible, and his expressionless face was cut into a close-up again.

Although personal aesthetics are different, the audience groups can be distinguished here. The elders laugh happily, while the young people online are embarrassed.

"I don't sell abductors here, I have changed my mind to studying, why are you just sitting here studying "Abandoned Capital"?"

"It's so embarrassing. It's even worse than last year!"

"The laugh line is like someone forcibly tickling you, it's too thin!"

"Commander Yao is the only real audience member, and his personal preferences are clearly shown on his face."

At the end of the skit, the misunderstanding was resolved and we started making dumplings.

Xiao Shenyang sang a song "You at the same table".

"well!"

Amidst the applause of the scene, several people walked off the stage and hurried back to the lounge. Uncle Benshan cried first: "It's too hard! I'm too tired. I'm too weak!"

After crying, I continued to inhale oxygen and struggled for a while.

There is a saying in the film and television industry: People protect the drama, or the drama protects the people.

The same goes for sketches. The same work will have different effects if performed by different people. A script like "My Deskmate" would have been scrapped by another person.

He took oxygen and sat there to recover, while his disciples took care of him.

Xiao Shenyang took out his mobile phone and casually scrolled through Weibo, his face suddenly turned bad.

"What's wrong?"

"fine!"

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm talking about setting off firecrackers at 12 o'clock. There are places where I'm not allowed to set off firecrackers. I'm calling them online."

Little Shenyang found an excuse at random, looked at the master again, and put his cell phone back in his pocket. A zero o'clock ceremony was already held outside, and all the hosts came on stage, speaking impassioned words to the people across the country.

The disciples knelt on the ground, kowtowed to their master and paid New Year greetings.

There were still reporters outside, wanting to come in for interviews, and the backstage corridor was noisy, making their final contribution to the end of the Spring Festival Gala.

Yu Jiajia personally drove the Happy Twist trio home, and Yinyin was also paying New Year greetings to her parents and sending Spring Festival gifts. Yao Yuan continued to stay in the studio to welcome the Year of the Rabbit...

This situation is both lively and lonely, noisy and deserted.

And the Internet is already in a commotion.

"The whole thing is a dirty joke, with corn fields, groves, hotel room number 302, room booking... The so-called most prominent joke, "the word xx is omitted here," was left over from Jia Pingwa's play 20 years ago."

"They are also grassroots, but Xuri Yang's masculine performance is more impressive. Uncle Benshan and his disciples are really vulgar."

"Hahaha, who told you that Lao Zhao is a grassroots man? He is just a businessman who packages himself as a farmer. In recent years, he has focused on business and uses the Spring Festival Gala as a tool to cultivate disciples. It is very embarrassing that the quality of his sketches is not high.

normal."

"Uncle is getting old and it's time to retire. Don't occupy twenty minutes with ordinary content. Leave some opportunities for others."

"My uncle's sketches in the past were very exciting, but this time it was a complete mess. The content was poor and the performances were stiff. It seems that it is really the end. When people become famous, they are further and further away from ordinary people's lives, and the source of creation gradually dries up.

It’s not necessarily a wise move.”

Maiwo Weibo quickly launched a poll, and tens of thousands of people participated in it in a short period of time.

“Extremely satisfied, Uncle Benshan never disappoints”, accounting for 15%.

"It's just so so, not as exciting as before", accounting for 10%.

“Not satisfied, few laughs, a bit nonsense”, accounting for 30%.

“Very dissatisfied and extremely disappointed” accounted for 45%.

Many people are clamoring that it’s time for Lao Zhao to retire. Happy Twist is good and gives more opportunities to newcomers. It’s not all Yao Yuan’s navy. Many viewers feel the same way.

The alternation of old and new, the atmosphere of witnessing history is being vividly displayed on Weibo.

Uncle Benshan is indeed retiring, but do they think this is the beginning of a new era? Do they think there will be new forces to take over the Spring Festival Gala stage? That is too naive!

This is not the beginning, but the end.

From next year, sketches will officially enter the era of eight-legged essays that can "create misunderstandings, make laughs, resolve misunderstandings, forcibly sensationalize, sublimate themes, and make dumplings."

It also contains elements that young people like to see, such as promoting marriage and promoting childbirth.

…………

There are some programs after midnight, but the attention is very low.

In the early morning, when the north wind was at its strongest, the CCTV building was still brightly lit. Yao Yuan yawned and walked out. Xiao Mo hurriedly greeted him and put on a coat.

A car drove away from the compound one after another, throwing out a series of red tail lights.

Xiao Mo had already turned on the air conditioner, and the car was very warm. He asked, "Boss, how does it feel on site?"

"That's all. I just spent a special New Year's Eve."

"Let's go to Yinyin's house."

The car started and left the compound, walking through the cold and desolate but brightly lit streets of Beijing. The sky was starless and moonless, like a large piece of ink.

Arrive at the place soon.

Yao Yuan went upstairs. This was the house that Yinyin bought for his parents. He didn't have the key, so he had to stand at the door and call, and the call was answered in the blink of an eye.

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Open the door for me!"

"Who are you so I can open the door for you? You didn't even give me New Year greetings."

"..."

Yao Yuan stood outside the door and spoke to the phone seriously: "Honey, happy New Year!"

"whee!"

The door opened with a creak, and the 182-year-old girl threw herself into his arms: "Happy New Year!"

…………

A few hours later, it was already the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The topic about the Spring Festival Gala is still going on. Last night, I was complaining about each program. Now I am complaining about the whole thing, and grabbing a certain key point to output.

#2011CCTV Spring Festival Gala#

Jay Chou's articulation - clear;

Lin Chiling’s chest - flat;

The masculine song of the rising sun—official;

Uncle Benshan’s sketch - omitted here...

This Spring Festival Gala, you are fooling us!

And the Weibo editors and trolls who had been up all night, with red eyes and confused heads, could finally announce the good news of victory:

“As the Year of the Rabbit approaches, Maiwo Weibo has become the most important platform for netizens to send blessings and discuss the Spring Festival Gala.

During the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast, about 8 million users participated in the interaction, and the number of mentions about the Spring Festival Gala in more than 4 hours reached 25.41 million! In the first minute of the New Year in the Year of the Rabbit, Maiwo Weibo once again set a new peak record, with a total of 163,408 Weibo posts.

Bo sends out!”



"No need to fight!"

When seeing this set of data, the operation of Tencent Weibo took the initiative to admit defeat.

"No need to fight!"

Yao Yuan also smiled and said: "Tencent will never be able to defeat us if they don't build a public relations chain. Even if they do, the topic resources are all in our hands. If we keep it like this, we will be the final winner."

(No more...

Chapter 697: Entering the dark room, the chapter about unifying thoughts.)

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