On both sides of the entrance to the Players' House.
Huge posters of more than ten meters of players were lined up one after another.
Two long camera cranes and sixteen fixed camera positions are in operation at the same time, operating in all directions without any blind spots, and it is so busy that there are sparks.
In the sea of people, with the collective appearance of supporting guests, directors, and hosts, it means that the finals of "Super Sing" have officially begun.
After the debut, everyone entered the scene.
Lao Zhang contacted the host and began to exchange some details on on-site connection.
And Li An met five assisting guests and led them to the live broadcast of the finals.
Different from the fans outside, those who can come in have paid a lot of money, and the rules are that they are not allowed to yell or scream until the time comes, otherwise they will be expelled directly.
Just as Lao Zhang was explaining to the two hosts, Li An walked over with a gloomy face.
He, who had always been gentle and gentle, suddenly opened his mouth and cursed in Hokkien:
"A rice bowl with a dog stuffing! Lao Zhang, I'll come here, you go there, I'm so angry."
Nominally, the two great directors have no priority, but in fact, Lao Zhang is the main director, with Li An assisting on the side.
After all, Lao Zhang has hosted many large-scale national events, especially the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games hosted by China, which has greatly enhanced his international reputation.
Seeing Li An like this, it goes without saying that he knew what the problem was.
Lao Zhang was also a little angry.
At this time, every minute and every second is money, who dares to mess around?
All the links are arranged in his head, and everything else just needs to be coordinated.
Even Li An cooperated with him unconditionally at this time.
Because no detail can be changed.
Once changed, conflicts will occur in the connection.
Lao Zhang strode towards the stage.
From afar, I heard Quan Jiyong speaking in blunt Chinese and gesticulating to a group of assistants around him:
"The lighting on the stage is not good. I don't like it."
"I don't care about other people, but when I come on stage, the lighting needs to be adjusted and a beam of light needs to be added to me, so the effect will be better."
"Also, this one won't work. There is really no artistry in this section. You can add a little rapping appropriately. This is what I am best at and it will definitely become a hit."
"Director Zhang, are you here? Your process is not good-looking, many things are not attractive, and it does not reflect the importance of our guests. I have a few opinions here."
"I have participated in countless world-class live performances, but you guys are just superficial and flashy...!"
"Also, the seating arrangement on the stage is unreasonable. The audience at the front is too close. If I encounter ardent fans, it will threaten my safety."
"And this...!"
"And that...!"
On the stage, it was all Quan Jiyong speaking in Chinese that sounded weird but was barely comprehensible.
Zhang Yimo's face looked increasingly bitter.
He was simply furious.
According to the grandson's request, the entire team had to scrap the plan that they had been working on for several months and start over.
Who are you?
A bullshit support guest really thinks of himself as the protagonist?
Isn’t the lighting good?
Where can't it work?
Lao Zhang seems to be a good old man, but when his temper comes up, no one can stop him:
"Mr. Quan, do you think the colorful lights are bad?"
“A bit messy or the color doesn’t stand out enough?”
"Don't worry, I'll have the lighting engineer change it for you when you go on stage."
"Change it to the exclusive color of your cold entertainment industry. Choose between bright yellow and shit yellow. It will definitely be eye-catching and dazzling."
"When you come on stage, how about I give you a green light from head to toe? Yellow and green, you deserve it."
Everyone brought translators with them, and when they heard Lao Zhang's words, their expressions suddenly became strange.
Seeing everyone looking at him, the translator next to Quan Jiyong immediately became numb.
day.
How do I translate it?
This is obviously an insult.
But literally...!
In the general dispatch room, An Haimei kept staring at the camera in front of her.
There was always a smile on her face.
Even when Quan Jiyong was gesticulating, she was still smiling.
But when she saw Lao Zhang getting angry, she immediately put away her smile and walked out quickly.
On the stage, Quan Jiyong's face was already a little ugly.
It was obvious that he could understand some of what Lao Zhang said.
At any other time, he wouldn't have done this.
But in the past few days, his overwhelming popularity and traffic on the Internet have made him completely dizzy.
Because, no matter in the cold country, in Europe, or in North America, nowhere is it as popular as it is in China.
That's unprecedented traffic.
It means that he is now the most popular super pop star on the planet.
Therefore, he felt that he had the confidence and qualifications to show off his superiority here.
Does the organizer still dare to fall out with him?
With his traffic, he could just surf the Internet and cheer up, even if he could become the president of a cold country, it would be more than enough.
Quan Ji is swimming.
He had no idea that there was a big hand behind all this traffic.
Kill with admiration.
You are indeed a superstar.
However, how can you think that you have far more popularity and traffic than Michael Jackson?
It's really like lighting a candle in the toilet to look for shit (die)
"Director Zhang, what do you mean?"
Quan Jiyong stared at Zhang Yimo, making no secret of his superiority:
"Are you mocking me? Believe me or not...!"
Do, do, do!
There was a crisp sound of the soles of high heels hitting the ground.
An Haimei, who was wearing a professional suit, walked over with a smile like a flower:
"Kiyong Oppa, who made you angry?"
Uniforms are the most attractive.
Quan Jiyong saw that An Yaojing was wearing a custom-made uniform. She was a complete nine-headed super beauty who instantly beat all the artificial stars in the Hanguo entertainment industry.
The saliva flowed out all of a sudden.
"Miss Haimei, you are so beautiful today."
An Haimei chuckled and quietly glanced at Lao Zhang.
Lao Zhang understood immediately and started going through the motions with several other superstars, leaving Quan Jiyong behind.
An Yaojing came to Quan Jiyong, gave her a wink with a half-smile, and said softly:
"Oppa, give me some face. If you are obedient today, tonight...you know."
Quan Jiyong's semen came to his head for a moment, and he actually reached out to grab An Yaoying's water snake waist.
Sister An smiled softly, her feet did not move, but her waist made a strange arc, avoiding the dirty hands.
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time."
As she said that, there was an extra room card in her white little hand:
"No, this is my room card, please keep it."
Quan Jiyong quickly reached out and took it.
Sister An endured her nausea and quickly scratched his hand:
"Wait for my call."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Quan Jiyong was left standing there, lusting after him.
How could he know?
This card belongs to the room of Taylor, the super diva in North America.
The sinkhole has been dug, and it’s time to sharpen the knife.