Chapter 456: Fake singing on stage, fake crying off stage
TV station, photo studio.
There are still five minutes left before 8pm, and the staff of the [Happy Tonight] program team are busy preparing for the last inspection and confirmation before the live broadcast.
All around the arena, the auditoriums on the east and west sides were full. On the north and south sides, neon flags and karate-breaking banners were hung on one side, representing the ring competitor Lin Bin.
On the other side is a large signboard of ancient Chinese boxing, representing the contestant He Jinyin.
Under the big sign, the four judges' seats are lined up. The four heads of the Bagua Sect, White Crane Sect, Tai Chi Sect, and Eagle Claw Sect. The four heads of the Hong Kong Martial Arts Association are collectively constipated at the moment. They just want to reduce the table cards of their own sects.
Put the sign away.
Thanks to the unscrupulous arrangement of the TV station, the ancient Chinese boxing sect is showing off and ridiculing all sects, making the industry's reputation even worse.
The same dark-faced people were in the audience seats.
It is not popular these days to spend money to rent an audience. Few people know the importance of rhythm in front of the camera. The program team is not prepared, and there will be no touching scenes of idols lip-synching on stage and true fans crying and peeing off stage.
In addition, the ratings of the "Happy Tonight" program continued to be low, and the producers were obsessed with increasing the ratings. In order to invite four respected leaders, all live tickets were given away as gifts.
Therefore, the audience at the scene are all from the Hong Kong Martial Arts Association, and they are all students and disciples of the four masters.
Seeing that their sect has been overpowered by ancient Chinese boxing techniques, the four masters have become four boys, and the position of the disciples is unshakable, it is strange that these people can look so good.
In any case, the atmosphere at the scene was in place, solemn and solemn. I didn’t know it, but I thought the farewell party for the body would be broadcast live tonight.
The producer nodded repeatedly after seeing this, saying that the tickets were not in vain. The quality of the audience tonight was very high. With this scene and this posture, one could tell at a glance that someone would die tonight.
"Are the doctor and ambulance ready?"
"Everything is ready. According to your instructions, there are two nurses, one with white stockings and one with black stockings. Once He Jinyin is sent to the hospital, the camera will follow him throughout the process."
The on-site director nodded. He personally took control of the camera and kept the footage full of legs, maximizing the ratings at once.
"It's very good, but remember to keep the scale in mind. We are a serious program. We always focus on people's legs for close-ups. Occasionally, we also give He Jinyin a few shots."
"You know, I'm an old photographer, the kind who finds food in chicken drumsticks."
"With your words, I feel relieved."
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
"Brother Jie, I seem to have heard something strange."
In the front row of the audience, Ali looked at the backs of the producer and director walking away, arm in arm, and felt bad.
"The script, you really think so."
Liao Wenjie pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. In a small studio, there are two great talents: Crouching Dragon and Phoenix. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. He has a thousand-mile horse but no Bole. Twenty or thirty years later, he will definitely be a gold medal.
According to the rules of a scumbag, he will not appear in a place with cameras like the live broadcast room.
But Ali happened to have two tickets in hand, and Gui Wangda wanted him to come to the scene to cheer He Jinyin up, so he couldn't shirk it, so he came over.
Fortunately, the problem was not big. Liao Wenjie used his excellent eloquence to convince the director that he would not appear when the camera switched.
As for why Ali has two tickets in her hand...
Being able to take out two at a time shows that Lin is very determined. It is not easy. I will not mention the additional damage by name here.
On the ring, referee "Thunder Hand" Wen Tailai straightened his tie and glanced at Liao Wenjie.
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
…
There is still one minute left before the live broadcast begins, and the two players have already left their respective lounges to make final preparations for their appearance.
Lin Bin aside, He Jinyin was wearing a white jersey and doing warm-up exercises.
It was originally a blue jersey, a friendly gift from the owner of Wing Kee Ice Room. The advertising space behind the jersey was full, and it was the ordering hotline of the fast food restaurant.
Upon seeing this, Ghost King Da threw the shirt into the trash can and took out the white shirt that had been prepared for a long time. It had the service package and phone address of Sanjie Paranormal Consulting Company on it.
Present facts and reason.
In the past month, Liao Wenjie has spent a lot of money and efforts, and is the largest sponsor. The people in Rongji Ice Room only eat, drink, and whore, and they have nothing to do, and the advertising space is empty and it is not their turn.
"Dear viewers, the joyful arena night begins now!"
The lights in the entire venue went out, leaving only one light shining on the host. He waved his hand to guide the camera to point to the channel: "The first person to appear is Neon Karate Master Duan Shui Shui, nicknamed 'The Murderous Weapon in the World'!"
Lin Bin walked out with his hands on his shoulders. A beam of light came on, and the shadows on his facial features were obvious, giving him a murderous look.
He subconsciously glanced at the auditorium and saw Ali leaning on Liao Wenjie's shoulder, and couldn't help but feel even more murderous.
Public enmity combined with private hatred, tonight he is going to blow up He Jinyin.
"Ah Yin, it's your turn to play soon. It's your first time to participate in a competition and you're facing a live broadcast. Your opponent is the senior brother Duan Shui Shui. Are you nervous?"
When the host introduced Lin Bin, Gui Wangda was doing psychological counseling for Jinyin at the entrance: "It's normal to be nervous. It's the same for the first time. Master, when I did it for the first time, it was also in full view of the public. I understand you.
My current mood."
"Master, what are you talking about? Why does it sound wrong to me?"
He Jinyin's eyes widened: "Besides, I'm not nervous at all. Brother Jie told me that the referees, judges, commentators, and hosts are all our own."
Not only was he not nervous, he was even a little excited.
"Ah Yin, before the game starts, I must correct something. Your idea is wrong!"
Ghost King Da said with a heavy expression: "I just received the news that the situation has changed."
"What?!"
Seeing Wang Da's serious face, He Jinyin couldn't help but panic, fearing that there was something wrong with the script and someone was giving fake punches on stage.
"There is something wrong with the audience. The program team gave all the tickets to the referee, so now the audience is also ours."
"Ah this..."
He Jinyin looked confused. It took him a long time to react. He looked outside and asked doubtfully: "Master, is the news reliable? Why is everyone so murderous?"
"When we play karate, the murderous intent is directed at senior brother. Why are you panicking!"
Ghost Wangda patted He Jinyin on the shoulder: "How are you? You're not nervous at all now."
"I'm not nervous at all."
He Jinyin whispered, just as the host finished introducing the senior brother, he followed Gui Wangda and walked out.
"The next person to appear is He Jinyin, the successor of ancient Chinese boxing. His master, Devil Muscle Man, was once known as the 'Karate Nemesis' and was entangled with the Duanshui Shui sect. Everyone, take a closer look at his lame leg. It was broken by his senior brother's master.
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"In tonight's arena match, Senior Brother takes the initiative to challenge He Jinyin, and the ancient Chinese boxing method competes with Karate to break the current. It is regarded as a generation that continues grudges..."
"However, as far as our reporter knows, He Jinyin has just been a disciple for a month. Before that, he made a living by delivering food. He knows nothing about martial arts. He is very different from his senior brother in terms of fighting. The feud between the two factions will most likely end tonight.
"
The host is not very good at speaking, but he will never be unemployed. A few words made the audience in front of the TV look forward to it.
Ding~
"The first round begins!"
On the ring, He Jinyin was wearing an expensive kung fu suit worth 500 Hong Kong dollars. When the bell rang, he turned his back to Lin Bin and whistled.
Lin Bin took a step forward, but looked at him and froze on the spot, wondering what kind of tactics this was, waiting for work at leisure, attacking in the east and attacking in the west, empty city strategy, suffering meat strategy, walking is the best strategy?
Thinking again about the reports of people spending money, drinking, and going to romantic places these days, it is obvious that there is a conspiracy.
However, there is a huge disparity in strength, so don’t be afraid even if there are conspiracies!
Lin Bin took another step forward and came to the center of the ring. At this time, the ghost king Da on the sidelines grinned, as if his evil plan had succeeded.
Lin Bin hesitated and broadcast the accident live. The producer hurriedly turned the camera to the two commentators. The two people who received the red envelope took out a unique book from their arms and started reading on the spot.
"Elder brother gasped and fell into He Jinyin's arms. His eyes were like silk, his warm lips were slightly open, and he was emitting a fragrance like an orchid."
Lin Bin:(???)
"Faced with such a tough guy, He Jinyin was happy and could not think of Shu. He felt that the senior brother's skin was as white as ice and snow, and it felt as soft and comfortable as cotton candy in his hands. Then he touched a lump..."
"Hey, what are you talking about? What are you holding in your hand? Can you explain it?"
Lin Bin was furious. Half a month ago, he called back to his master, patting his chest and promising that he would send the video to his master. After explaining this, he would no longer have to stop the water flow.
"Okay, okay, for my sake, let's forget it this time." He Jinyin came up to smooth things over.
"Of course you don't care, it's not you who was touched!"
"..."
There was a commotion on the ring, and the commentator threw the book onto the stage. After the bell rang in the first round, Ghost King Da took it back.
Nothing else. I’ve been to the European and American sections a lot, so I wanted to change my taste and study some classical culture.
Off the field, in the auditorium.
"Brother Jie, this game looks weird, why don't we leave first?"
"Why, it's only eight o'clock and you're already in a hurry to play the game?"
"No way! You are good or bad, you just say some words that others can't understand."
…
Ding~
The one-minute rest ends and the second round begins.
Realizing that he had been deceived, Lin Bin's anger level was fully charged. He stepped forward and... saw Ghost King Da's cold face, as well as a stone in his hand.
As Ghost King Da threw the stone into the sky, Lin Bin also looked over. The light was dazzling and he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then a stone fell on his head.
He reached out to catch it with a disdainful smile, and placed the stone in front of Wen Tailai: "Referee, the cripple below is throwing stones..."
"Hey, why are there stones in your hands?"
Wen Tailai picked up a stone and threw it outside the arena. He said displeasedly: "It is forbidden to carry lethal weapons in the arena, and stones are not allowed. Once you are warned, you will be sent off the second time."
"???"
Lin Bin was stunned and suddenly saw Gui Wangda holding a folding knife in his hand. He pointed at it and complained loudly: "Referee, look, this damn lame guy is throwing a knife around. He must be planning to use it to stab me."
Wen Tailai looked away and said impatiently: "Brother, what does it have to do with you on stage if he is throwing it offstage? Not to mention that he didn't interfere, even if he did it on you, there will naturally be legal sanctions against him. You have
What’s there to be afraid of?”
"As a referee, you have a problem. You are protecting your opponent."
Lin Bin looked angry: "I know, you are in a group, and you are working together to target me!"
"How is it possible? Even if the other person and I are in the same group, there are still four judges over there. Even if there are four judges, there are still so many live audiences."
Wen Tailai shook his head, looking defeated: "In broad daylight, with so many pairs of eyes looking at you, are you still afraid that you will be treated unfairly?"