I took a loan to work, and I misled the central station.

Because of the pressure in their hearts, many actors have accelerated the pace of the show.

Only when the show is accelerated, then the laughter will have an effect.

My own group of sub-actors, I have to bring back a little face.

The whole Spring Festival was completely overshadowed by the light of a host, and that would be a nightmare for all actors.

will also be laughed at by netizens for several years.

On the stage on the Spring Festival, a group of people who sang did not sing a cross talk were laughed at by netizens for several years.

A group of actors have not been a host yet, and they may have laughed for more than ten years.

This kind of mental pressure is naturally fed back on the work.

The rhythm of many works has been messed up.

Wang Xuan was still surrounded by several hosts backstage:

"I'm a reporter from CCTV, let's interview you, Mr. Wang, what was your mood when you saw that the cards in your hand didn't match?" Sa Beining pretended to be a reporter and asked Wang Xuan.

"I'm not in the mood, I feel different from others. "

The expressions of several people instantly stiffened.

I feel different from others.

Is this Versailles?

I said the wrong line on stage, and I wanted to disappear in place.

Wang Xuan actually felt that he was different from others.

It's definitely hard-mouthed.

bought the question: "May I ask Mr. Wang, don't you feel overwhelmed?"

"On the stage of the spring evening, there was such a big accident. "

Wang Xuan: "I'm used to it." "

The expressions of several people instantly stiffened again.

When others say this, they may be beaten to death and not believe it.

But for Wang Xuan, this is really used to it.

Live news from the beginning.

to the back of the Hello Life program.

The last classic in the Chinese world.

Wang Xuan either had an accident or was on the way to create an accident.

The characters who can make the director of the Central Taiwan station faint can have any bad negative emotions on this spring night.

Several people killed themselves in an instant.

I originally wanted to find some comfort from Wang Xuan, but it turned out to be even more hurtful.

Several of the moderators stopped talking altogether.

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang. "

A staff member came running quickly.

"Mr. Wang, the director's phone. The staff ran to Wang Xuan, gasped, and gave Wang Xuan his mobile phone.

The phone was on hands-free, but Wang Xuan still put the phone to his ear.

Because the scene of the spring evening is too noisy.

"You bastard!"

"How did you promise me?"

"What are my conditions for the two million bonus?"

"You promise I won't make a mistake, and it turns out like this?"

Before Wang Xuan could speak, Jiang Xiong's storm came from the other side of the mobile phone.

Jiang Xiong really couldn't help it.

So I called before the spring evening was over.

directly hit the chief director of Spring Evening.

Sa Bei Ning relied on Wang Xuan and listened to Jiang Xiong's voice.

Hearing the voice with monstrous anger, several people shivered.

Wang Xuan has long been used to it: "Mr. Jiang, I didn't make a mistake." "

"It's them who went wrong. "

Sa Bei Ning bought the question, Zhang Shuyue's expressions became quite exciting.

We helped you ask for a bonus, and you ended up cheating us.

Can you still make friends happily?

It's just doggy.

Jiang Xiong was choked.

It seems that on the surface, Wang Xuan is really not wrong.

Except for the magic part.

It was Sabeinnig who made the mistake and bought a few people.

"You didn't bring them to you?"

"You're just a-stirring stick?"

"Why is there a stage accident where you are?"

"You're a plague god, aren't you?" (read violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Jiang Xiong was even more angry.

He was mainly afraid that Wang Xuan would give him something later.

After all, the old man still wants to move up.

If Wang Xuan comes up with something again, he will definitely not be able to explain.

Wang Xuan held the water in his hand, drank it casually, and let go of the phone a little.

Let Jiang Xiong call himself there.

Sa Bei Ning was stunned when she saw Wang Xuan like this.

This is the director.

And that's what you do.

Jiang Xiong: "Don't give me any moths later, you know?"

Jiang Xiong didn't react when he saw the other side, and asked again: "Did you hear that?"

Wang Xuan: "Mr. Jiang, what did you just say, it's too noisy here, I didn't hear it clearly." "

Jiang Xiong almost smashed his head on the table.

As a director of the Central Station, who is not respectful wherever he goes...

As a result, Wang Xuan suffered this kind of treatment. []

Kang Gray, who was sitting on the side: I will be like this in the future!

Sabernig bought the question: How dare you ask this?

Jiang Xiong slowed down for a long time before suppressing the anger in his heart: "Don't give me a moth in the future, otherwise I, the director, will retire early, do you hear?"

Wang Xuan: "Mr. Jiang, I heard it!"

After Jiang Xiong let out a bad breath, he hung up the phone.

Returned the phone to the staff.

The chief director took his mobile phone, looked at the program report, and instantly sweated.

Why did this take two extra minutes?

Every program in the Spring Festival is a predetermined time.

Pinching minutes and seconds.

In order to make the bell ring at 0:00 in the morning.

There is a show for a long time, so the last spring evening show is squeezed down.

If there is a short program time, then there will be more blank time.

You can't add a show on the fly.

The pressure on the actors is enormous.

So the pace is speeding up.

That's why I have so much time.

"Notify the program below and let them drag on for half a minute longer. "

The director said hurriedly to the staff.

"Good director. "

The program below is a song.

There's no way to delay time.

At the bottom is a skit.

This game 5.0 will not delay time.

One more nonsense, then the quality of the entire work will decrease.

Because of the pressure on the actors' hearts, the rhythm has accelerated.

When the performance was almost over, the actor looked at the time, good guy, three minutes earlier than the original eighteen minutes.

Coupled with the director's request, it was necessary to perform for three and a half minutes more.

There's no way to do that.

The bell didn't ring on time, it was the director's business.

It's your own business to drag the quality of the work out of time.

It was not the director who was sprayed on the hot search, of course he didn't have a backache when he stood and talked.

So for their own reputation.

I had to end it.

This time there were five minutes more.

It's just time to sing a song.

The director was about to cry.

I can't go up there and sing a song.