After nearly three weeks, from text planning to preparation, "Lucky 52" finally completed the recording of the first episode.
Next comes post-production and then submission for review.
As long as it passes the review, it can be broadcast normally.
The review is just a formality. The official version of "Lucky 52" does not contain any violence, pornography or negative energy.
As the host of "Lucky 52", Ma Han really tried his best this time, using all his skills to bring out his humor to the fullest.
He didn't know what the ratings would be like after "Lucky 52" was broadcast. He only knew that this was an opportunity for transformation that he had been waiting for for many years and had finally gotten.
If this transformation is unsuccessful, I may never have another chance in the future and will have to host serious programs honestly.
So, after finishing the recording and starting to wait for "Lucky 52" to be broadcast, Ma Han felt that the days were a bit torturous.
Old Zhao looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and didn't care much.
Anyway, now that "Lucky 52" is out, even if the response is not good, he can still sit back and relax for a few months without having to rack his brains to think of a new program.
Li Weimin and Yang Ruyi were very nervous, as "Lucky 52" was also their qualification.
Although Yang Fan was the leader, they all helped too, right
Especially after the old program "Happy Mountain City" was discontinued, they put all their attention on "Lucky 52".
During this period, recording old programs and preparing for recording new programs made the entire team feel like they were going through a great battle.
Many people work overtime, and some even come to work at the TV station on weekends.
The recording of the first episode of "Lucky 52" ended on Saturday.
The guests participating in the recording are all ordinary people. Some go to school, some go to work, and the program team can only arrange the recording on weekends.
After the recording was completed, the program team did not hold a formal celebration party.
We don’t know yet how the show will perform.
Even if the response is good, the institutional units that have long since banned extravagance and waste will not dare to hold large-scale celebration banquets.
But there were many groups gathering together to eat and drink.
After finishing the recording, the four members of the planning team went out for a big meal together.
"No matter what the outcome is, at least everyone will be more relaxed in the next few months. Come, let's toast to the end of these devilish days." In the restaurant, at the table, Lao Zhao raised his glass before all the dishes were served.
"cheers!"
Yang Fan and three others raised their glasses.
In the show "Lucky 52", Lao Zhao seems to let go and doesn't care about so many things, but as long as he is behind Yang Fan and the other three, they can charge into battle without any worries.
Old Zhao, who is a producer, is the sword of authority for Yang Fan and the other three, allowing them to carry out their work smoothly.
The operation process of the program is that the guests listen to the host, the host listens to the director, and the director listens to the planner and the producer.
"Teacher Zhao, please drink less, otherwise your sister will come to trouble us again." Seeing Zhao Hu drinking one glass after another for various reasons, Yang Fan began to stop Lao Zhao from drinking more.
Lao Zhao is well-known for his love of drinking. Just look at his performance just now.
"Xiao Yang, I have high hopes for you. I wish you can take on the responsibility of leading a project independently soon. Come on, let's have a drink!"
"Xiao Li, what do you think of my sister? I hope you can find your partner soon and be able to do a show on the satellite TV channel you've been dreaming about for two years. Come on, let's have a drink too."
"Ruyi, while you are still young, find a good family to marry. Remember, you don't have to marry for love. As long as he is a good man, you won't regret it. Come on, cheers!"
Li Weimin was melancholy. Lao Zhao's sister worked in the personnel department of the TV station and would come to their planning team from time to time.
One time, Lao Zhao got drunk with someone and got into trouble, but he lied to his family and said that he drank with someone from the planning group.
From then on, whenever Lao Zhao drank too much, his sister would come and scold Yang Fan and the other three who were confused.
"Well, it's okay. At worst I can just say that I didn't drink with you guys." Old Zhao waved his hand to reassure everyone.
"How could you remember this when you were drunk? You always say you drank with us." Yang Ruyi complained. She had been under Lao Zhao's control for several years and had been threatened by his sister more than a few times.
"It's okay, we can afford it. But Teacher Zhao, you should drink less. Drinking too much is bad for your health." Li Weimin also advised.
It is very comfortable to work under Lao Zhao, and everyone is sincerely trying to do the best for him.
"Everyone has worked so hard for so many days. It's over now. It's okay to drink more. Be happy." No one poured wine for him, so Lao Zhao poured himself one glass after another: "I tell you, it's better to be young. When you reach my age, your family life will be very frustrating, and you won't have many hobbies in life. I just like drinking. I have no interest in other things, and I can't be interested in them either."
As he spoke, the drunken old Zhao complained bitterly: "I am already this old, don't I just want to have a proper massage and chat with a young girl? I know what I am interested in doing with a young girl. I..."
Although everyone kept persuading Lao Zhao not to drink too much during this meal, he still drank too much.
Drink until you pass out.
Seeing Lao Zhao, who had drunk himself to death, Li Weimin could only call Lao Zhao's sister: "Sister Zhao, our leader is... no, the leader is drunk again and is lying under the table. What should we do?"
A high-pitched female voice came from the other end: "This old thing, what kind of thing did the old man give birth to for me? The eldest brother is like a father. It's true. Go find his wife, don't look for me."
Li Weimin said in embarrassment: "Sister Zhao, the boss's wife has blocked our numbers, and the boss's phone is locked, so we can't turn it on and make a call."
Sister Zhao got even angrier: "I told you not to drink with him, and to ask him to drink less if he did. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Li Weimin said aggrievedly: "It's none of our business. We didn't persuade him to drink. We didn't let him drink too much. You know, if the leader wants to drink, can we beat him?"
"You're a young man in your twenties, can't you beat an old man in his forties?" Sister Zhao said angrily, "Send him to the hospital to sober up first, and then go home after he sobers up. If you send him back like this, his wife will throw him out the door all night and let him fend for himself."
Yang Fan and Li Weimin had no choice but to carry Lao Zhao out, put him in the car, and go to the hospital.
As soon as they entered the hospital, Sister Zhao, who had just hung up the phone, came in.
Looking at Old Zhao lying motionless on the stretcher, Sister Zhao lost her temper all of a sudden.
She is almost thirty and it’s not that she doesn’t have a marriage partner, but she can’t find a boyfriend.
Just by looking at her parents' marriage and then her brother's marriage, she was a little afraid of getting married.
Don’t be fooled by the wrinkles on Old Zhao’s face; that’s because he is aging quickly.
When he was young, he was also a handsome guy.
His sister is his sister and she is from the same mother, so naturally she looks good, a real beauty.
"Every time I drink, I get drunk like this, like I'm dying." Sister Zhao cursed with red eyes: "I've suffered the grievances of life and I'm bitter inside, why do I have to make things difficult for myself?"
Yang Fan and others felt uncomfortable after hearing this. Every family has its own problems, and every person has many unknown stories.
The nurse who was patting the back of Mr. Zhao's hand and preparing to give him an injection and infusion agreed with Sister Zhao's words and remained silent.
The next moment, everyone couldn't help laughing.
"Feet, press the feet first..." said Old Zhao, who was lying on the stretcher, in a daze.
"You bastard, you're not dead yet." Sister Zhao at the side swung her bag and hit him.