Chapter 330 This is Heaven's Choice
This program is called "Who is the Next Producer". In the first round, 20 teams are selected from the auditions and enter the second round. Then all the teams are reshuffled, given questions on the spot, reorganized, and come up with creative drafts and project analysis. The 10 teams that can win the hearts of the audience will enter the third round, and the scoring power is entirely in the hands of the audience.
Watching the show gives you a sense of excitement that comes from being in an interview, and your adrenaline levels surge. No wonder this show is so popular, because what everyone is watching is not the production process of a film or TV show, but a dual battle in the workplace and the market. And the most exciting thing is that the decision of life and death is in your own hands.
The four judges are all recognized experts in the industry, but they only comment and have no decision-making power. Their opinions are for reference only and not the final result. In the first episode, there was a situation where the evaluation and scoring results were very different, which made several judges so angry that they "fought" with the audience on the spot.
Xiang Nuan was really worried for Jiang Yunhui when she was watching from the audience. Such an open program requires a strong ability to control the situation! No matter how well prepared you are, you still need to be flexible and adaptable. If you are not careful, the effect of the program will be greatly reduced, either the engine will stall or the engine will explode.
The audience around Xiang Nuan was very excited. This was a show they participated in throughout and had the final say on! They were like a large board of directors. Every raise of hands and every vote affected the lives of so many people. Xiang Nuan felt like she was in the arena. She could shed three layers of skin and lose ten pounds of flesh after a show.
"Would you like to let your wife share some opinions about the audience?" Lucas asked Jiang Yunhui.
Jiang Yunhui waved his hands. He had never told Xiang Nuan about this process, so what should he do if he was caught off guard?
But Lucas was so impressed by Xiang Nuan's speech at the lecture in China that he repeatedly believed that with her wise thoughts, she would definitely have unique insights.
"Believe me, Mrs. Jiang is this." He gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.
"No, no, no, she just came here to feel the atmosphere of the show."
"Yunhui, believe your wife!"
“I just don’t believe in myself.”
When he said this, the staff around him all laughed. Jiang Yunhui, who was always full of confidence, actually had moments of cowardice.
Jiang Yunhui observed Xiang Nuan's reaction from time to time through the monitor. It was obvious that she liked it very much and was watching it with great interest. She even communicated and shared her views with the audience around her.
"Now each team's creativity has been displayed on the big screen. Remember, there is only one theme, and that is 'regret'. Whose regret can most capture the audience's heartstrings and resonate with the public? We will start the first pre-vote immediately!"
The host had already pushed the atmosphere to its highest point, and the voting devices in everyone's hands were about to spark. When the result came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.
The director turned the camera to the audience, and a large-scale chaotic debate scene was presented to the audience around the world. They argued for their choices and stood up for their favorite contestants.
Xiang Nuan couldn't help but hug Ran Ran's shoulders and shrank towards the center. Good man, you won't fight just because of a disagreement, right? !
Jiang Ranran didn't understand it at all, but she laughed. These crazy adults are so funny. Don't they always think they are serious and in control of everything? Why are they so crazy when they go crazy?
"Which one did you choose?" Ranran asked her.
Xiang Nuan nodded: "The one with the least votes."
Ran Ran looked at her with "sympathy". He didn't understand what these people were talking about, but she was obviously unlucky.
"Let's take a look at the results..." The host drawled out, "The top few votes are pretty close. It seems like the dark horse hasn't appeared yet."
The audience burst into laughter. It was obvious that this humorous host knew how to cater to the audience's appetite.
"However, the group with the lowest score unexpectedly stood out. Come, please tell everyone how you unified everyone's opinions."
There was another round of laughter, and Xiang Nuandu clenched his fists on behalf of the people on the stage.
"The 'regret' we want to express is about life. It is not the straightforward things that have not been done, the people that have not been retained, or the ideals that have not been realized. It is a feeling, like the ordinary and mediocre days of each of us. I have tried my best on such days, but I still cannot stop looking back at the starting line and thinking 'what if'... This is the story of 'regret' we want to tell."
The speaker was a middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s. He had a melancholy temperament, which was very consistent with today's theme. He spoke slowly, without any haste or impatience, and surprisingly made the whole audience quiet down.
"Wow, to be honest, as soon as he started talking I knew that regret is the norm in life." The host brought everyone back to their senses and the audience burst into applause.
"But this is a movie, and without a good story to support it, it will make people sleepy."
"A calm style does not mean a mediocre story. I vote against it."
“It’s a good point, but it doesn’t come across creatively.”
“The essence of drama is conflict. Plots without conflict cannot grab me.”
Those who raise objections also have valid reasons.
Wow, these audiences are so amazing. Are they selected from the people with the most movie-watching experience? Or are they professionals? Or are they senior film critics? I have watched hundreds of movies and I know the director's routines very well. Don't think you can fool my wallet with just a few words, kid!
"Can any of the voting audience members stand up and tell us why you support them?"
The big screen and hundreds of eyes at the scene began scanning mode, searching for who has the most niche aesthetic today.
"No? You know, the truth may really be in the hands of a few people. Maybe you have a unique vision, and they are the dark horse waiting to be released? Since you have chosen him, speak up for him firmly!"
The camera was still scanning, switching between close-ups and long shots of excited faces.
“My mom voted!”
This clear and crisp childish voice was like a young eagle calling out from a valley, lighting up the whole world, but Xiang Nuan felt as if the sky had fallen. She had already felt something was wrong and was worried that Lucas might come up with some tricks. Now, it was a great assist from one of her own people!
The director's camera was like a sniper's scope, focusing right here. Her oriental face, which was different from the people around her, occupied the center of the entire screen.
"Oh, my God! This is God's will!" Lucas even stood up. He grabbed Jiang Yunhui and was so excited that he seemed to have seen a miracle.
Everyone was looking at Jiang Yunhui, but he was the only one with a confused look on his face. He and Xiang Nuan looked at each other in bewilderment across the screen.
"Which of you is responsible for this?!" he asked stupidly.
"Neither the director nor the host knew she was your wife. This is God's choice, absolutely God's choice!" Everyone patted his shoulders, but they all perked up and waited for Xiang Nuan's performance.
This is a live broadcast! Jiang Yunhui felt his palms sweating. But he was also full of anticipation. He knew that such a scene would never be difficult for Xiang Nuan, but he was just worried that she would not want to be in the limelight.
"I saw the face of an oriental Venus! Could you please come to the front of the stage? And the brave little kid just now, please come up too!"
The host was really making trouble, and even invited the mother and son to the front of the stage. At this time, someone whispered something in his ear, and he visibly widened his eyes in disbelief...
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