Chapter 164 The Olive Branch of the Spring Festival Gala
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.
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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.
"I listened to your song "Blue and White Porcelain", and I have to say that it is indeed the first of its kind in the industry. The music is excellent and the lyrics are more elegant. The classical music style complements the Xia Kingdom's traditional festival Spring Festival Gala."
He first praised her, and then began to reveal his true purpose, "So, I hope you can perform another new song by Xia Guofeng on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala."
Zhou Ziwu was shocked, and then felt that he had been tricked.
This was too sharp a turn, and he praised "Blue and White Porcelain" so much that he thought he was going to sing it again in the Spring Festival Gala. Who knew, but he was asked to sing another new song by Xia Guofeng.
He really wanted to ask Huang Liqiang: Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Tomorrow is the fifth rehearsal, and today is already halfway through. Isn’t it a joke to have to spend half a day to come up with a new song?
Seeing the change in his expression, Huang Li Zheng smiled. He knew that his request was too much, but he still said it, and his purpose was to suppress the other party's arrogance. Now that the purpose has been achieved, he should go back and make amends.
"Isn't this too difficult? But this is the Spring Festival Gala, which happens only once a year, and its audience is hundreds of millions of Xia people. Keep improving is what we must do. Of course..."
He wanted to continue talking, but Zhou Ziwu suddenly spoke.
"I'm OK."
"ah?"
Huang Lizheng even surprised himself.
Immediately, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. He didn't like people who spoke carelessly and made promises casually.
The next second, he thought of another possibility, "You have inventory in hand, right?"
Zhou Ziwu said: "That's right."
The finished songs are all in his head, it can also be said to be inventory.
"Well, I'm looking forward to your good news."
Huang Lizheng shook hands with him and exchanged a few words with him briefly. Zhou Ziwu stood up and prepared to leave.
Although the song was in his mind, the accompaniment had to be done right away, otherwise the rehearsal would have to be sung a cappella tomorrow.
"Wait a minute, can you sing a few lines for me now?"
Zhou Ziwu said: "Okay."
Half a minute later.
Huang Lizheng beamed, "That's great!"
He stepped forward and held Zhou Ziwu's hand, "I was wrong before. Now, on behalf of the Spring Festival Gala director team, I formally invite you to participate in the recording of the Year of the Dragon Spring Festival Gala!"
He used to think that Zhou Ziwu was a related person, but now it turns out that he may have really won the recommendation based on his strength, but he has always been biased against him.
It's not scary to make mistakes, but it's scary not to admit them.
He is not afraid of embarrassment. Anyway, after this Spring Festival Gala, there is a high probability that he, the chief director, will be scolded by netizens. Compared with that time, admitting his mistakes to a young man is nothing.
After leaving CCTV, Zhou Ziwu did not return to the hospital. Instead, he checked the nearest e-sports hotel on his mobile phone and took a taxi straight to the hotel.
He was about to start making accompaniments. Fortunately, he learned how to use music production software while studying at the Capital Conservatory of Music. Later, he went through a more comprehensive study with Dai Yang and experienced sufficient practical experience.
What's more, he has the finished song in his mind, so he is confident that he can come up with the accompaniment in a short time.
When he arrived at the hotel, he bought some convenience food, then took the food and locked himself in the room.
Eight o'clock in the evening, Magic City.
at home.
Zhang Suyue looked at the large table of dishes in front of her and her daughter-in-law, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere at home was very deserted.
It was already the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and other families were happily preparing for the New Year. Only two women in my own family were left watching a large table of dishes and staring at each other.
The father and son flew to Yangcheng thousands of miles away, while the workaholic still hasn't returned home, and neither one cares about his family.
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"Why are you waiting for him? Let us eat first." She said this, but she didn't move her hands quickly. "By the way, didn't Xiaowu contact you when I got to Yangcheng?"
"When he landed, he told me that he was safe and then said nothing more."
Zhang Suyue snorted angrily and said: "Both these father and son are not easy to worry about. Give him a call and find out what he is doing now."
Chu Qingqiu nodded.
In fact, she had wanted to make this call for a long time, but because Zhou Ziwu didn't take the initiative to contact her, she felt a little angry.
Now that Zhang Suyue has spoken, she has a valid reason.
I didn't call him because I missed him, but my mother-in-law asked me to. It has nothing to do with her.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."
"He turned off his phone." Chu Qingqiu hung up the phone and said.
Zhou Ziwu turned off his phone for no reason, which made the already deserted atmosphere at home even worse.
I'm just visiting a patient, why should I turn off my phone?
"Maybe the phone is out of battery, so I can't call you again later," Zhang Suyue said.
Chu Qingqiu nodded.
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On the earth in Zhou Ziwu's dream, the sentence "Have you ever seen Los Angeles at four in the morning?" has become a frequent guest in many Chicken Soup for the Soul articles, and is also a famous quote that many people love to quote in their writing.
At this moment, Zhou Ziwu wanted to ask everyone: Have you ever seen Yangcheng at four in the morning?
In fact, the reason why he asked this question was because he himself...had never seen it.
By this time, it was already five o'clock in the morning.
Waking up from his sleep, he sat up in confusion, took out a piece of paper from his hand, and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and the computer table.
Suddenly, his whole body trembled and he woke up instantly.
With horror, he looked at the music production software that had been closed on the computer screen, and placed his trembling hand on the mouse.
After some inspection, he found that the results of his hard work all night were not lost, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
This thing is the result of his busy work from about four o'clock yesterday afternoon until two or three o'clock in the morning. If he didn't save this, or if he kicked the power cord while sleeping, his blood pressure might be high.
He picked up the cell phone beside him to see if anyone had sent him a message, but found that the cell phone had run out of power and had automatically shut down.
He went downstairs to find his boss and got a power bank to charge. He also bought a bucket of instant noodles. When he turned on his phone and wanted to pay, a series of pop-up messages shocked him.