I’m Really a Superstar

Chapter 1312 [Why did you invite this guy here! 】

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Volume 1 Text Chapter 1312 [Why did you invite this guy here! 】

evening.

Parents' house.

Zhang Ye came back from get off work with a lot of worries, and the food at home was ready.

My parents were sitting on the sofa and watching TV. On the TV there was another discussion about the Spring Festival Gala. This topic had been bombarding for several days, and my parents were no exception. They paid attention to it every day. Zhang Ye's family is a typical traditional Chinese family. Every festival must be celebrated. Dumplings are eaten when it's time to eat dumplings, and Yuanxiao is eaten when it's time to eat Lantern Festival. There is no bad meal for traditional Chinese festivals. The same goes for eating New Year's Eve dinner and watching the Spring Festival Gala, which has been a must-have for the family every year since Zhang Ye was born. Therefore, in the minds of many families and the older generation, the word Spring Festival Gala is almost as high as the sky.

"My son is back?"

"Is Lao Wu off work?"

"He's not back yet."

"Then I'll call her and ask."

"No, don't fight. Zeqing is busy with work. She will come back naturally when she is done."

Zhang Ye picked up the cup and drank water, but he was thinking about other things.

The TV is broadcasting news and reporters are doing street interviews.

Reporter: "Will you watch the Spring Festival Gala this year?"

Passerby: "Yes. Watching the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve has become a habit for our family, but now we are quite worried. Didn't the news say that the candidate for the chief director has not been decided yet? At this time of year, the stage is almost set up. , so I’m worried about not being able to catch up.”

Reporter: “Do you have any hopes or suggestions for the Spring Festival Gala?”

Passerby: "I just hope the show can be more exciting,

Don't keep the same programs, can they at least make our eyes shine? Of course, this is something that the chief director has to consider. We suggest that half a day is useless. We hope that this year’s Spring Festival Gala can find a good director. Otherwise, if it is like this every year, the ratings will not be as good as each year. I’m afraid that we My family will no longer watch the Spring Festival Gala one day. "

Zhang Ye felt that the pressure was too much, "Mom, change the channel."

"What are you doing? You are just watching." My mother said: "Who do you think the director of the Spring Festival Gala has been? Why is there no news yet? They are not in a hurry?"

Dad commented: "It's hard to decide on this candidate."

Mom said: "Yes, there are not many top party directors in our country."

Dad said, "Let Zeqing come back and ask her. She should have news."

Mom nodded, "Yes, they are the regulatory authorities. They must know that our son's show is still waiting for the Spring Festival Gala, and we don't know if it will happen or not."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye said feebly: "No need to ask Old Wu."

"What's wrong?" Mom glanced at him, "You know?"

Zhang Ye took another sip of water, put down his cup and said, "The job of being the general director of this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala was approached by someone from the Spring Festival Gala team during the day, and I took it."

The room went silent for a moment!

My mother was stunned, "What did you say?"

Zhang Ye shrugged, "I am the chief director of this year's Spring Festival Gala."

Dad was shocked, "Don't be ridiculous!"

"What am I kidding? I signed the agreement." Zhang Ye said.

Doorbell rang.

"Old Wu is back. I'll open the door." Zhang Ye quickly walked over and opened the door. As expected, it was Wu Zeqing outside the door. "Off work? So late?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "We were stuck in traffic for a while."

Zhang Ye said: "It's time to eat."

Wu Zeqing changed her shoes and entered the living room, "Dad, Mom, huh? What's wrong?"

The old couple looked a little surprised.

Mom immediately said: "Zeqing, Xiaoye said that he is going to be the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala!"

Wu Zeqing looked at him, "Huh? Did you answer it?"

"Took it." Zhang Ye was not very calm now. He didn't even know whether his decision was right or wrong. "What? You don't know?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "I heard that you are on the candidate list, but I am not directly in charge of the Spring Festival Gala, so I didn't ask any questions."

Dad stood up and said loudly: "Son! Are you really going to be the director of the Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhang Ye spread his hands and said, "I didn't mean to be a fool, I already am."

My mother exclaimed, "This is a great thing! Great! This is the Spring Festival Gala! Spring Festival Gala! My son is going to take charge?"

Zhang Ye said bitterly: "What's the matter? Now I'm afraid of screwing it up for others."

My mother said nonchalantly: "If you smash it, just smash it. The worst case scenario is that you'll get scolded, so what else can you do?"

"Oh, what you said is simple. It's not you who gets scolded for co-writing." Zhang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Anyway, I have already prepared for the worst. Dad, Mom, Lao Wu, ok, hurry up and eat Well, I guess I can have my last safe meal today."

That night.

The Spring Festival Gala, which everyone across the country has been watching with eyes wide open, has finally made the latest progress. Compared with ordinary people, people in the literary and art circles and industry were the first to get the news!

…

Ci Xiufang Sketch Studio.

A middle-aged man answered the phone, and then he was completely confused!

"ah!"

"Tiger, what's wrong?"

"Master Tiger, what happened?"

"Where's Sister Ci?"

"Sister Ci is studying the notebook."

"Tell her quickly! The director of the Spring Festival Gala has been decided!"

"who is it?"

"It's Zhang Ye!"

…

Art troupe.

Some singers were having dinner together and talking about the Spring Festival Gala. They didn't know how many people at this table would have the opportunity to sing on stage during the Spring Festival Gala this year.

A man came in from outside.

"Hey, do you still want to eat?"

"What's wrong, Teacher Chu?"

"Haven't you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"The chief director has given up the hammer!"

"What? Who is it?"

"Zhang Ye!"

"ah!"

…

Musical troupe.

Tang Dazhang and several cross talk actors were reading the script.

"It's broken! Something big happened!"

"What's the big deal?"

"I just got news that the director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, they - they -"

"What happened to them?"

"them--"

"Say, you are!"

"They invited Zhang Ye!"

"Holy shit!"

"What?"

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"It's true! It has been spread!"

"This this……"

"It's over! It's over now!"

Tang Dazhang and several crosstalk actors looked pale!

…

Grandma Zhang Xia’s house.

Chen Guang and Fan Wenli are guests.

"Oh, I don't even know what to do with the show."

"Just wait, the results should be available soon."

"With a new director, will our songs still be available?"

"It mainly depends on who the director is."

At this time, Zhang Xia's phone rang. When she answered it, she was stunned and said, "Okay, I understand, thank you." After hanging up the phone, she was also stunned.

Chen Guang asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xia looked at them and said, "The general director of the Spring Festival Gala has found out."

Fan Wenli asked in surprise: "Who is it?"

Zhang Xia paused and said, "Zhang Ye."

Fan Wenli squirted with a puff!

Chen Guang was also stunned, "What?"

…

foreign.

The crew was stationed in the hotel, and Zhang Yuanqi was taking a bath in the bathroom.

Manager Fang Weihong said to the other side: "Sister Zhang."

"what?"

"Are you still planning to attend the Spring Festival Gala this year?"