Chapter 186 The performance of the president pulling his hips
Xia Mingyu was also happy. He glanced at Xia Chen and echoed Lao Zhang: "Not only is he shameless, he is also thick-skinned."
Being teased by his own father, Xia Chen didn't respond, scratched his head and laughed.
At this time, the lights on the stage flashed, and the host walked up, she was a beautiful woman.
On a cold day, she wore a long red dress and heavy makeup, which was very popular in this era.
She walked to the center of the stage with a smile on her face, talked a lot of nonsense, introduced the leaders and guests who came to watch the competition, then introduced the judges, and finally invited Comrade Vice Minister to speak.
Comrade Vice Minister, one of the five judges, was invited to the stage. He made an opening speech thanking the party and the people. He briefly mentioned Jiayue Trading's contribution to enriching people's amateur cultural life, and then announced the official start of the Karaoke Grand Prix.
There was a burst of not-so-warm applause from below.
Xia Chen smiled bitterly. This is popular these days. No matter what the event is, the leader must speak.
He also applauded, very perfunctorily.
The host introduced that the first contestant to appear was He Zhengbin, and the song he sang was "If You Were My Legend". He did not introduce his identity and left the stage with a smile.
Lao He walked up, twisting his waist and swaying, carrying a five-pound turtle in his hand. No, he was carrying a wired microphone.
As soon as this shocking look appeared, everyone in the cheering group started to complain.
Ha ha ha ha……
Goose, Goose, Goose, Goose……
Kukukuku...
The huge roar of laughter was about to knock off the roof.
The president was not afraid at all. He put the microphone to his mouth and scanned the audience, "Be serious, there is a competition."
Ha ha ha ha……
Everyone below is even more happy.
Banners were put up and slogans were shouted: President, President, you are really good, try to get first place.
Standing in the center of the stage, He Zhengbin was as happy as the silly son of a landlord.
The other people watching the game were dumbfounded and thought to themselves, these people really know how to play.
The judges were also dumbfounded and thought, these people really know how to play.
The person responsible for playing the accompaniment tape was a young man from the manufacturing company. He skillfully controlled the VCD machine, found out Lao He's accompaniment CD, inserted it into the machine, made an OK gesture to He Zhengbin, and the prelude started.
Sister Xiaoyu said to Xia Chen: "Do you think Lao He can do it?"
Xia Chen hugged his arms and smiled: "After Brother Tianwang's training, there should be no problem, right?"
"Stop stretching."
As soon as Sister Xiaoyu finished speaking, she saw the president raised his head, his facial expression became more serious than ever before, and he was also a little dignified, sad, and quiet. Then he slowly sang: "Is there ever a time in the world? There are too many romantic legends... etc.
Wait, it’s getting higher..."
Sure enough, there was an accident.
It almost looks like a large car accident scene.
The people below were so happy that they couldn't find any clues, slapping their thighs and starting to boo him.
Xia Chenxiao felt a little pain in her stomach. She grabbed Sister Xiaoyu's arm and said, "Sister, you... this is... God's prophecy."
A prophecy.
Sister Xiaoyu covered her face and shook her shoulders. She was almost laughing to death from the president. She nodded vigorously and said: "This unsatisfactory thing always fails at critical moments."
A middle-aged female judge turned to the deputy minister next to her and asked, "How do you calculate this?"
The deputy minister scratched his scalp, clicked his toes on the soles of his shoes, and said in a low voice: "How to calculate? Let's do it again, we can't just let him step down like this, right?"
He knew He Zhengbin's true identity and had to save face for Mr. He.
The leader spoke, and the female judge nodded, picked up the microphone on the table, turned it on, and said to the young man controlling the VCD machine: "Please play it again for this contestant."
The young man nodded with a smile, pressed the open/close button, the disc ejected, pushed it in again, pressed the start button, and the intro sounded again.
The president also lowered his head again to control his emotions.
Xia Chen and Sister Xiaoyu didn't even look at it. This guy was just showing off. Don't stretch your hips and multiply it by two.
This little heart really can't bear such a big impact.
Fortunately, this time the president found the right tune and performed Hua Zi Ge's Cantonese hit very well, even to a super level.
The members of the cheering group were also shocked.
It's okay, President. I didn't expect singing to be so exciting.
Everyone waved their hands along with the melody, and some who knew how to sing the song also sang softly.
After the president finished singing, the studio ushered in the first climax, and thunderous applause broke out.
The cheering group all stood up and applauded, shouting loudly that the president is awesome! President, I love you!
He Zhengbin, who was on the stage, felt so happy now. He grinned with his lips raised to the base of his ears, made a 2 pose and said calmly: "Don't engage in personality worship. I'm just performing my normal performance."
He made a serious singer's Grand Prix competition look like a solo concert.
Everyone was laughing so hard.
The judges and teachers didn’t know what to say.
Fortunately, at this time, the host came up again and took over the right to speak. She first thanked the president for his soulful singing, and then asked the judges to give their scores.
After removing the highest score of 9.7 points and the lowest score of 9.7 points, the bank president's final score is 9.7 points.
Well, the deputy minister said hello, and the judges were very considerate.
Of course, it’s also for the sake of one VCD per person.
That guy He Zhengbin is still hanging on the stage and refuses to leave.
The host was stunned for a moment, then showed a high degree of professionalism and said, "You can step down."
"Is there no interview session?" the president asked, blinking.
"This... really doesn't happen." The host almost cried.
"You guys are so unprofessional!" the president commented, snorted, and thrust the microphone into the host's hand...
He jumped off the stage and said to Xia Chen, "Isn't your singing great?"
Xia Chen: "..."
Ha ha ha ha……
The comrades in the back laughed like crazy again.
I have never seen anyone more shameless than the president. He actually took the initiative to ask for praise, which is really enough.
Seeing that Xia Chen ignored him, the bank manager glared at him and sat down next to Sister Xiaoyu.
A scent of fragrance entered Sister Xiaoyu's nose. She sneezed and asked the bank manager: "How much perfume have you sprayed?"
"Sister Xiangba? Not much, probably less than one or two." The bank manager said with a grin.
Can perfume still be judged on a penny basis?
Sister Xiaoyu was speechless. She pressed her temples and said, "My head hurts when I smell it."
President: "..."
The competition continued. Not to mention, Xia Chen actually found a few good talents. If he had not had the idea of entering the entertainment industry, these people could be cultivated.
I grabbed a packed lunch at noon and headed back home in the afternoon.
The competition will last for two days, and Xia Chen doesn't have much time to watch the whole thing.
He told the leader of the district TV station in charge of the grand prix competition that after the top ten are selected, he can just give him the list.
The leader actually invited Xia Chen to attend the awards ceremony.
Xia Chen declined politely. He was not interested in these superficial efforts at all. If he had that time, wouldn't it be nice to sleep a little longer?