Chapter 388 Wang Fei

CCTV old building.

On the floor of the Art Department, a special office was set up, and a sign was temporarily hung outside: Spring Festival Gala Preparation Group.

Yang Jie was chatting in the room: "The internal review of "Exorcist of the Black Chicken Kingdom" has been completed. Everyone has made some criticisms of the character images, but the overall opinion is that it is well shot and the effect exceeds expectations. It has been decided to test broadcast on October 1st."

"What are you going to shoot next?" Chen Qi asked.

"Then I went to Sichuan to film "Stealing Ginseng Fruit"!"

"What happened next?"

"The Trouble at Guanyin Temple" and "Three Fights with the White Bone Demon"!"

"When will the Kingdom of Women be filmed?"

"It's still early!"

"Then I wrote the script earlier, so you can't film it earlier?"

"That's easy to say. Is it easy for me to pull such a group of people? I don't have everything I want, so I have to solve all the problems myself. The whole group has one camera and 3 million yuan in funding. The Kingdom of Women is ranked at the end of the 81 difficulties. Although I don't shoot in order, I have to try to shoot the ones at the beginning."

Yang Jie went to select the location in February, came back in May, and filmed "Exorcising the Kingdom of Black Chicken" in July. After all the hard work, she was not tired, but energetic, as if she was a few years younger.

Career is an aphrodisiac for men and women.

She then asked, "Xiao Chen, does what you said before still count? What about the wire hanging?"

"You want to hang on the wire? Okay, I'll call for support right away!"

Chen Qi said without hesitation, "I've earned some foreign exchange recently, bought some equipment, and also have a camera (not a video camera), I can lend you one."

"Really?" Yang Jie was shocked.

"Really!"

"Oh, you really helped me a lot!"

Yang Jie was overjoyed and said, "You don't know how difficult it is for us to have only one camera. I have to thank you!"

"You're welcome. Please take some time to come to the Spring Festival Gala. Just thank me."

"What should we do then? Do we have to prepare the program?"

"You can ask the master and his disciples to dress up and stand on the stage!"

"No problem! You helped me so much. I will make time for you even if I die!"

Yang Jie left happily. Huang Yihe was surprised and said, "Based on my initial understanding of you, you don't look like such a generous person?"

"What are you talking about? I'm very generous. You'll know if you get to know me more..."

"Knock, knock, knock!"

At this moment, someone knocked on the door again. He had a round face, sly eyes, and a unique appearance. He only appears once every few thousand years. Chen Qi was happy and said, "Comrade Peisi, why are you here?"

Chen Peisi still has hair now.

Before Liang Tian, ​​he was the model of the young people who were not advanced in big cities.

"Comrade Chen Qi!"

He entered the room, smiling: "Don't bother you, I'm here to ask you for advice."

"You're welcome, go ahead!"

"You've been in Beijing Film Studio for a long time, and I'm also from Beijing Film Studio. We've never dealt with each other before. You have a good relationship with Ge You, so you should go to him. Why did you ask me to attend the party?"

"Ge You is not mature yet, you already have your own style, I think you are very suitable for stage performance."

"But you are so random, you asked me to act out of the blue, I don't even know what to act?"

"Then let me introduce you to a partner, have you seen The Shepherd?"

"Yes!"

"Zhu Shimao , with thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is extremely different from your image. I also found him, you two can team up and study together. "

"Isn't this too much? We don't know each other, you can't do this!"

"Let me tell you, this skit is a short drama. Compress the content within 20 minutes, but there must be a complete story, foreshadowing, turning points, climax, dramatic tension, and the whole process cannot be dull, and the audience must be happy!"

Chen Qi stood up and stared at Chen Peisi and said, "Most people can't control it. I found you because I think you are quite accomplished in comedy. Since you don't dare to do it, forget it!"

Young people may not be afraid of anything, but they must be afraid of provocation.

Chen Peisi knew that he was provoking him, but he hit the nail on the head.

In the entire Chinese-speaking circle, there are only a few people who can be said to really understand comedy: Chen Peisi, Wang Shuo, Liang Zuo, Ge You, Stephen Chow...Except Ge You is a pure performer, the others have great creativity.

The best comedy must have content, ideas, and be funny.

The next level is just funny.

The worst is pretending to be funny even though it is not funny, including the skits in the Spring Festival Gala in the past ten years, and Jia Ling.

"You, do you really think so?"

"Of course, you are just starting out now, and you will definitely be more brilliant than your father in the future!"

"Okay, I'll take this job! Just because you value it!"

Chen Peisi left.

"You fooled another person away..."

Chen Qi sat down again, fanned himself with a piece of paper, and said, "I have become a neighborhood committee aunt, solving various problems for the people. Who is the next one?"

"Hu Songhua!"

"Huh? Didn't you choose him to sing, but he didn't want to?"

"No, he asked for his nephew's connections to join the chorus. The child is Hu Jun, 14 years old!" Huang Yihe said.

Hu Jun's father is Hu Baoshan, and his uncle is Hu Songhua. Both are famous singers. They are the children of the literary and artistic family mentioned several times...

"Well, the second-generation star is finally here!"

Chen Qi yawned. He didn't have any objection. He recruited children who could sing in various literary and artistic groups, just to find the second-generation star.

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"Mom, what am I going to say later?"

"Answer the questions honestly, sing when asked, but remember, be polite!"

"Oh!"

In the CCTV building, Xia Guiying, a soprano singer from the coal mine art troupe, led her daughter into the building.

The girl had short hair, a plain appearance, a slightly flat nose, was taller than her peers, walked with big steps, and had a sense of dazedness.

Xia Guiying found the Spring Festival Gala preparation team and knocked on the door.

"Hello, is the youth chorus auditioning here?"

"Yes, please come in!"

Huang Yihe came over to greet them, and said with a smile: "What's your name... Oh, the coal mine art troupe, is this your daughter?"

"Call her quickly!"

Xia Guiying pulled, and the girl bowed and said: "Hello uncle, my name is Wang Fei, I'm 13 years old this year!"

"Your voice is pretty nice, so sing a song?"

Huang Yihe had just gestured when a voice came from behind, asking: "Where do you go to school?"

Hmm?

Wang Fei looked at the guy and answered, "I'm at Dongzhimen Middle School!"

"How are your grades?"

"..."

Wang Fei was unhappy, but had to answer, "My grades are fine!"

"Have you ever listened to Hong Kong and Taiwan music?"

"Do you like Teresa Teng?"

"Do you know Patrick Tse... I don't know. Patrick Tse is a movie star in Hong Kong. He has a son who is 2 years old this year..."

This guy was asking questions that were annoying. When Wang Fei was about to get impatient, he finally shut up and said, "Then sing a song."

"Yes!"

She stood still, with her hands hanging straight down, her middle finger touching her trouser line, and she began to sing, "Oh, the sea, just like my mother, I travel all over the world..."

Huang Yihe's eyes lit up immediately. The child's voice was clear and bright, and it was obvious that he was a good seedling. He looked back, Chen Qi nodded, and then said: "Okay, okay, your daughter has been selected, wait for the specific notification!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Xia Guiying was very happy, Wang Fei pouted, as if it was natural, and the little kid dragged out.

The two were busy for a while, and another parent brought his child.

The mother was a violinist in the China Film Orchestra Symphony Orchestra, and she was also an artist. Her daughter had a chubby face and was not stunning, but she was very outgoing and not stage-shy. She took the initiative to introduce herself:

"My name is Zhang Qiang, I'm 15 years old!"

(No more...

One chapter is owed)