After a lively opening dance, Zhao Zhongxiang, Yang Lan, Ni Ping, Liang Yanling, Li Qingan and Zhang Yongquan took to the center of the stage.
This year's Spring Festival Gala is different from previous years. This year's Spring Festival Gala is the first to be held in the name of the Chinese Spring Festival Gala. It is co-organized with Baodao, Xiangjiang, Nanyang and other places, and some programs are broadcast in parallel.
Moreover, the venue of the party was also arranged on two floors. There was a box-like place on the second floor. Feng Yu and the others were sitting in one of the places with a very good angle.
During the first opening dance, the camera panned here. Feng Xingtai and the others were standing on the edge of the fence, waving desperately. This is CCTV’s Spring Festival Gala, and people all over the country can see it! Feng Yu sat in the back, happily eating melon seeds.
Feng Yu didn't know if there was anything to eat in other people's boxes. Anyway, Feng Yu brought in a lot of peanuts, melon seeds, fruits and other things. The staff on site saw that it was Feng Yu and didn't have the nerve to stop them. Maybe they didn't expect it. , there are still people who treat this place as their home.
"We welcome the Spring Festival once a year, and the sky is full of fireworks and fireworks. We wish you all a happy New Year~~~" Zhao Zhongxiang's voice was still so magnetic.
Feng Xingtai and the others had just sat down, then stood up again, applauding and applauding, as if they were watching an open-air show, completely forgetting that this was the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.
"Hey, hey, is that the one who sang "Little Basket"?" Feng Xingtai patted Feng Yu's head excitedly.
"Dad, it's okay, why are you so excited?" Feng Yu looked at his father sadly. How excited will you be when your favorite Huang Hong or something appears
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At this time, Qin Mingxiao and Yao Jinfen appeared on the stage. They were the most popular magicians in China at this time. As long as anyone in China knew magic, there was no one who didn't know them. Their status in the hearts of the people was probably equivalent to the time when Liu Qian was the most popular in his previous life. .
You two, please come up with an audience member. This is a real audience, not a shill. The audience was dressed up as Grandma Liu, with a pocket on her waist, from which various things kept coming out.
Oranges and apples were all thrown to the audience, causing the audience to rush.
Feng Xingtai said disdainfully: "What's the point of grabbing an apple?" After saying that, he grabbed an apple on the table and took a hard bite.
The second floor is said to be a box, but it is not a real box. The back is not closed, and there are many family members of the staff standing, watching the show.
They looked at Feng Yu, a big family member, dumbfounded. Why is there still a table here? There is nothing in those places next to it.
And there are too many things on the table, right? Peanuts, melon seeds, pine nuts, walnuts, candies, apples, oranges... filled a large table.
Who are these people? If they are the big leaders, they should be sitting at the table in the front row below. If they are not the big leaders, how can they bring these things in and prepare a table specially for them
"Dad, pay attention, something exciting is coming."
Yao Jinfen took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and then Qin Mingxiao knocked it with a stick and took the handkerchief away. There was a Walkman in the other hand.
The audience in front of the TV will see that the camera suddenly zooms in, and it is the latest Aihua Walkman, and the LOGO is too obvious.
This is a customized model, of course it’s obvious!
"Who wants this Aihua Walkman?" Qin Mingxiao asked loudly.
"I want!"
everyone shouted in unison, raising their hands in the air.
"If you want it, buy it yourself. This will be given to us, the lucky audience member who came on stage to participate!" Qin Mingxiao said with a smile.
The lucky audience started to get fooled, and then they realized that they were really lucky. This Walkman cost several hundred yuan, right
Feng Xingtai curled his lips and threw the apple core into the trash can at his feet: "What's the point? Just turn it into a Walkman. If you have the ability, you can turn it into a big tape recorder!"
Feng Yu tapped his forehead: "Dad, I can't even hide a big tape recorder." This is magic, not magic!
As the show continued, Feng Yu discovered that if his father knew how to use computers in ten years, he might join the army of people complaining about the Spring Festival Gala!
He was obviously so happy to watch, and he clapped harder than anyone else, but he was always finding fault with me. Many of the program arrangements were your son's idea, such as the one that turned into a Walkman just now.
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Teacher Yan Shunkai held an egg and kept explaining to others: "This egg is indeed my own, I didn't take your egg!"
"Hey, isn't it just an egg? Eat it. Eat it."
"No, this egg is indeed mine. I really didn't take your eggs. If you don't believe me, can you count them?"
This program is indeed a classic program. Even though Feng Yu has watched it many times, he still laughed out loud when he watched it again this time. Teacher Yan Shunkai’s performance of Zhang San was so frustrating! Especially that face, with the frowning expression, so classic!
In this show, Feng Yu didn't change his lines or anything, but he placed a super electric fan on Zhang San's desk. The performance is in summer, so it makes sense to put an electric fan on the table in summer.
What, director? You said that the super electric fan is too expensive and does not suit Zhang San’s identity? No matter what, no one cares about this. I will give away ten of the latest super electric fans in Taichung later!
Feng Yu thought that no one paid attention to this detail, but the father next to him patted him on the shoulder: "Isn't that Zhang San a doorman? Can the doorman afford a bladeless fan? And in the show just now, Huang Hong was a shoe polisher Right? Why is there a bladeless fan at home? Does this director know what people’s lives are like!”
Feng Yu wanted to cry, Dad, where did you come from with so many problems? Are you here to tear down your son today
Feng Yu leaned close to his father's ear and whispered: "Dad, that super electric fan is produced by our family. I spent money to let them put it there. It is an advertisement."
Feng Xingtai's eyes widened and he asked Feng Yu in a low voice: "The Spring Festival Gala... is also allowed to do advertising?"
He knew that his son had done a lot of advertising on CCTV, but he didn't expect that he would also be asked to do advertising for the Spring Festival Gala.
"Shh~~ I won't let you. But isn't that what you have done? Watch the show and don't talk about this." Feng Yu motioned to someone next to him. It would be bad for others to hear.
In fact, Feng Yu's investment in the embedded advertising for this Spring Festival Gala is not low. The advertising investment in the entire evening party is almost as much as the annual advertising price of CCTV during a prime time period.
However, Feng Yu felt that it was not a loss. Not only had he made friends with the leaders of CCTV, he also advertised on the world's largest TV platform so that audiences across the country could see it. He still remembers Guojiao 1573 in his previous life. After the Spring Festival Gala, the sales increased!
When Feng Xingtai heard what his son said, he immediately sat up straight and stopped complaining.
"This song is very nice. Who is this actor?" Zhang Muhua asked Feng Yu, pointing to the people on the stage.
Feng Yu was sweating profusely. It's so rare that you can hear this person's song. In a few years, people will no longer sing on stage. Because more than ten years later, she became the mother of the country, and the people affectionately gave her the honorific title of "Mother Peng".
Feng Yu also felt that the song "Congratulations on Spring" was no worse than *. Why do you still feel a little proud to be able to listen to the future mother of the country singing live
It’s worth it to watch the Spring Festival Gala this time! (To be continued.)
(End of chapter)