Han Lan did not joke with him and explained seriously: "Director Zhao, you should know my situation. When I was sixteen, I had a car accident and lay in bed for five years. After I woke up, I went to the Spring Festival Gala for two consecutive years.

Performance, our family hasn’t had a serious reunion dinner in seven years.”

Zhao Chengwen was silent for a moment after hearing this on the other end of the phone, but he still sighed and said: "Han Lan, I know it's not been easy for your family these past few years.

Leave it to me. The ratings of the Spring Festival Gala in the past two years reversed the trend and started to rise. You have a great contribution. On behalf of the station, I really thank you. But this year, several people headed by Teacher Cao

The bodies of these old artists can’t bear it anymore. Once they leave, this year’s Spring Festival Gala will be much less interesting. If you don’t come on stage, the ratings of this year’s Spring Festival Gala will simply collapse!”

"That's an exaggeration, Director Zhao. I don't have the ability to support the Spring Festival Gala." Han Lan quickly denied it.

"Han Lan, this is not the first time we have collaborated, so there is no need to be modest, right? Last year, the old artists were supported by Teacher Cao and others, and you were the most outstanding among the young artists. Until the end of the Spring Festival Gala, it was still the same on the Internet

Your topic. Even many older viewers remember you!"

"Director Zhao, I'm just going to be a little girl, so I won't..." Han Lan couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't want to go to the Spring Festival Gala this year.

He hasn’t had a proper reunion dinner in seven years... and that’s just in this lifetime! According to his memories from his previous life, he hasn’t celebrated the New Year with his family in more than ten years!

Although Fatty Han is a time travel gift, he is still a family member.

After spending the past two years together, Han Lan still misses the scene of watching the Spring Festival Gala and having a reunion dinner with her family on New Year's Eve a long time ago.

"Han Lan, Han Lan, listen to me, it's only three things. Really! I am also the first director in history to direct the Spring Festival Gala for three consecutive years. The first two years were successfully held. In this last year, you

Just send the Buddha to me, my old brother from the West! Really, the last time, I promise this is the last time! Next year's Spring Festival Gala, even if I am really responsible again, I will never trouble you again!"

Zhao Chengwen's attitude was very low, which was quite a shame for Han Lan.

You know, he is currently one of the top directors in China, and he is also the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala.

The chief director went to great lengths to beg the guest performers to appear on stage. This is the kind of treatment only a veteran actor like Mr. Cao can get!

"Han Lan, look at this year, you have poached one of my closed disciples, and I have worked so hard to help you film "Zhu Xian 1". Are you... right?" Zhao Chengwen was sold out and started selling favors again.

Han Lan held her forehead and listened to what he said. It would be too disrespectful to refuse any more: "Okay, I'll go back and think about what songs are suitable for the Spring Festival Gala."

"Hey! That's right! I believe in your ability. Write the song and send it to my email as soon as possible. Our column team will review and approve it early and start planning the program. There will be various rehearsals later. By the way, the theme is over

Maybe it fits a little better. For example, our Spring Festival Gala last year had very high overseas ratings. Do you think you can write a song that can resonate with China overseas? Just like the song "Chinese" you wrote for Zhou Tianwang last time.

That way.”

"Well, I understand."

"One more thing, there is a sketch this year, would you like to appear in it?" Zhao Chengwen said with a smile.

"Sketch? Don't I have to go on stage to sing? Why is there another show?" Han Lan was confused.

I have never heard of a guest performing two programs on stage during the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhao Chengwen sighed again: "Alas~ Isn't it because Teacher Cao and the others are not participating this year? If you want to maintain the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala, you have to find something new to watch, right? You can't raise the ratings to 100% with just one song of yours.

The same level as last year. So, you just have to work hard and put on another show. Don’t worry, we have prepared the script and so on. It won’t be difficult for you. I believe in your acting skills! There will be two shows by then.

It will also be staggered so that you have enough time to rest and you won’t be very tired.”

"Okay..." Han Lan didn't bother to refuse anymore. Anyway, this year's New Year's Eve won't be a success. Playing one is still acting, and playing two is still acting, so just treat him as a return of favor.

When Zhao Chengwen heard Han Lan agree, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There's one more thing..."

"..." Han Lan.

"Don't worry, it's not you this time. I'll send the invitation letter to your company later. This year, Xia Ningxuan will also appear on stage. Although I can't share the show with you, I want you two to have a companion backstage! Hahaha

…”

"Director Zhao, I really thank you!"

"Hahaha, I'll ask my assistant to send you the sketch script later. Although it's just the first draft and I'll have to revise it as we perform it, we still have to keep it confidential. Anyone who leaks it will be held accountable. Okay, that's it for now. I

I won’t disturb you anymore. I’ll write the song earlier. I’ll hang up now.”

Han Lan sighed and hung up the phone.

In fact, it is a good thing that Xia Ningxuan also participates in the Spring Festival Gala. It will have a lot of benefits for her influence. And anyway, once he leaves this year, the whole family will have to spend the year in the studio again. There will be no difference between the front and back stages.

"A song that resonates with overseas Chinese?" Han Lan thought for a moment and realized that this was actually not difficult. She took a piece of paper and pen and wrote four words -

Descendants of the Dragon.

It's so classic, Han Lan still remembers the melody clearly.

It’s just that you may need to revise and revise the whole song in its entirety.

"Han Shuai, Director Zhao sent me the script, but it's an encrypted file and requires a key." Fang Qiaorui came over with her laptop in her arms.

"Well, give it to me."

Han Lan had already seen the newly received messages on her mobile phone, took the notebook, entered the key, and solved the script.

Fang Qiaorui also understood the rules and did not come over to take a peek. After handing the computer to Han Lan, she returned to her office.

Han Lan glanced at the name of the script and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: Be good?

This name is a bit interesting.

It reminded Han Lan of a classic sketch he had seen before.

Han Lan scrolled down again, but couldn't help but shook his head.

This script won't work.

Of course, the main reason is to compare it with the masterpiece in his memory.

If I didn't think of that masterpiece, this script is actually very good. After all, the program team carefully selected it for the Spring Festival Gala, so the quality cannot be really bad.

Probably, it's the difference between A-class and S-class.

"Forget it, send Buddha to the West. Director Zhao, Director Zhao, let me give you another big gift." Han Lan suddenly became more interested and tried to open a new file and type in a new script name——

Selling abduction.
Chapter completed!