Chapter 445 Spring Festival Gala
Ye Qian was speechless and rolled her eyes at the director: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll go now."
"When the time comes, your name will be listed as the chief planner and the chief director. You only need to help us with some advice. We don't need you to do anything long-term, so go ahead."
Yes, what a great opportunity to gain both fame and fortune, but she was still led by the nose and couldn't refuse. She was so angry: "Hmph." She turned around and left the meeting room with Xiao Wang.
It was said that this was Xiao Zhang's computer, but in fact, this TV was shared, but only Xiao Zhang could use it. Xiao Wang brought Ye Qian to the computer. Xiao Zhang was not in front of the TV, so he asked Ye Qian to sit down first. "Director Ye, you can do it yourself, I don't know how to do this."
"Yes, you have a printer, right? If you don't have one, I'll print it out, but you can't print it." Ye Qian said as she looked around for the printer.
Xiao Wang nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, we have all of these at the station, just write them down."
Ye Qian said she could use a computer, but the others had never seen one before. Computers are so expensive nowadays. They were afraid that Ye Qian lied and would damage the computer. For a moment, they didn't dare to leave without worry. At this time, Xiao Zhang also came back. He naturally knew Ye Qian. Seeing Ye Qian sitting there, he asked, "Director Ye, do you want to use the computer? Do you need my help?"
Ye Qian looked up at the man and said, "No, I can use a computer."
Now not only is the computer very old, but the system is also very old. She has always used the Wubi input method, but according to her understanding, Wubi seemed to have been invented in 1983, and then there were the 1986 and 1998 versions commonly used in later generations. But she uses the Walking Dog Wubi input method, which can type in Wubi and mixed pinyin. Words that cannot be typed can be typed directly in pinyin without the need to switch at all. But what year is it now? 1982, which means that this computer does not have Wubi.
Ye Qian opened the input method and took a look. Fortunately, she had not forgotten the pinyin. She typed fast, so any method could be used.
Ye Qian created a folder on the computer desktop, then created a text in it, and then started writing.
Now this kind of small plot is completely easy for her. She only needs to form a framework in her mind, and her hands and keyboard can start typing effortlessly.
Ye Qian's keyboard tapping attracted many of her colleagues. They all thought she was typing randomly, but Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhang, who were standing behind her, were stunned. After a while, Xiao Zhang said, "Director Ye, you type too fast. You can tell you type all the time."
"Yes, I now write scripts on the computer because writing is too slow."
But the computer she used was from later generations, and she always typed blindly, and her hands never stopped typing while she was talking to Xiao Zhang.
Xiao Zhang found a stool and sat down next to Ye Qian. Xiao Wang was reluctant to leave. Everyone in the office knew that Xiao Zhang could use a computer. He actually praised Ye Qian. If he was really typing, then how fast he was? Everyone gathered around and stood behind her, watching Ye Qian's typing speed, saying, "Wow..., wow..."
Ye Qian was not affected at all, and continued to write whatever she was supposed to write. In the past, when she was writing novels, she would be influenced by Gu Jinyan. As long as he was around her, she would have no heart to write anymore. But later on, she got the hang of it, and could do many things with one mind.
So, technological progress benefits humanity. Ye Qian hurriedly wrote a script during lunch break. Then, she followed the staff to the TV station cafeteria. Compared to her company's cafeteria, the TV station cafeteria was no less impressive. They provided rice, vegetables, soup, and even fruit. Isn't that a good deal? Ye Qian's company only gave her an extra glass of juice.
Ye Qian happily ate her lunch while the director sat across from her, looking over the script she had completed that morning. Having worked on so many films before, she was naturally well-versed in the script format. Compared to movies, the scene design for this kind of short drama was much simpler, so Ye Qian didn't have to think too much about the storyboards herself, so it was effortless.
The director ate, watched, and laughed. A unit drama is about life, lightheartedness, and humor. It doesn't need to be too complicated or emotionally involved. Otherwise, it would take a whole year to shoot and the plot wouldn't be easy to film.
"I'll write some other forms this afternoon, and you can just follow my pattern. The editors at the actors' lines desk are more capable than I am, and they know how to write them themselves." Ye Qian said after finishing the soup in the bowl in one gulp.
"Okay, okay." The director nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at Ye Qian and asked, "Are you busy lately?"
Are you busy?
Are you there?
This was the kind of talk Ye Qian was most afraid of seeing in her previous life, and she was most afraid of hearing in this life. It wasn't about whether she was there or not, or whether she was busy or not, it was just something she wanted to talk to her about. Ye Qian didn't want to hear it, and pouted as she wanted to run away with the bowl in her hand, but was immediately stopped by the director, "Wait a minute."
Ye Qian put down the plates on both sides of her hands, covered her ears, and shook her head while saying, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen."
How resistant, how pretentious, Ye Qian wanted to slap herself, but she knew that the director was definitely up to no good and had no good intentions. She didn't want to hear a word, just wanted to disgust the director and let her go, but it didn't go as she wished. "Listen to me."
The station director wasn't at all disgusted by Ye Qian. He even pulled her hand down and said solemnly, "The station plans to hold a party during the Chinese New Year. We'll invite some celebrity performers and broadcast it live on TV so that everyone can celebrate the New Year together."
Ye Qian was stunned for a moment after hearing the director's words. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Spring Festival Gala?"
Yeah?
Right.
If she remembered correctly, the Spring Festival Gala seemed to have started in 1983. What did the Director mean by this? Could it be what she thought?
"Spring Festival Gala? Well, this word is very appropriate." The director nodded, indicating that she was very satisfied.
"Then the full name should be the Spring Festival Gala." Ye Qian was a little confused and still hadn't come back to her senses.
"Yes, it's very festive and ceremonial."
Bullshit, it turns out that she was the one who named the Spring Festival Gala. Wait, no, what does the Director mean by this? Could it be..., this is what she thinks?
Ye Qian remained silent, looking at the station director with a bewildered expression. The station director was very pleased with Ye Qian's expression. "This is the station's first gala, and I'd like to hand it over to you. It's a very meaningful program for our station. If it does well, we can hold it every year. Uh, the Spring Festival Gala, and celebrate the New Year with everyone."
(End of this chapter)
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