Just opposite the sports field, someone was observing Fang Zhengyi's movements with a telescope.
Seeing him raise his hands high, he quickly ordered the people holding flags on his left and right to wave them.
As the flag waved, the people evenly distributed in the audience who were specifically giving flag signals and releasing signals started moving at the same time.
Personnel were deployed in each section to remind people around them to keep quiet.
At the same time, teams of musicians began to take their positions, running to the highest circle of platforms in the stadium, holding their instruments and setting up small trumpets in front.
It was exactly the same as the arrangement when Zhang Biao fought fiercely with Heishan in the Mid-Levels Square, but the specifications were much higher.
After all, without an electric horn, we can only rely on quantity, and quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.
As for whether the sound can be kept uniform... basically it is possible. Everyone has set the rhythm in advance and there are people guiding them, so it is not a big problem.
After all, keeping order is Mr. Fang's natural talent, and after dozens of group band training sessions, the band has reached a level that satisfies him.
When the band took their positions, thousands of people began to pour in from the entrance passage below, wearing neat uniforms and carrying large waist drums, and lined up in a square formation in the middle of the venue.
The audience held their breath and stared at the huge team that suddenly appeared in the field.
"Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom."
A burst of dense drum beats sounded, and all the drummers in the audience moved in unison.
Thousands of people beat drums, and there seemed to be a slight vibration in the air!
Emperor Jing looked down with a smile on his face, and took the time to give Fang Zhengyi an appreciative look.
The scale is large enough! The momentum is strong enough!
However, he did not expect that as soon as he was distracted, the drummers below had already started to adjust the formation synchronously.
Slowly a cross was formed.
Then he quickly changed the formation again and quickly formed a nine.
According to the original plan, the heads of each area began to encourage the audience to recite the numbers.
The onlookers and the Taoyuan County cheerleading team were of course very cooperative, and the whole audience was so excited that they couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Eight! Seven! Six! Five!..."
The shouts of thousands of people merged into one, and the infectious force instantly broke through the sky.
Even officials and foreign envoys began to join in.
Emperor Jing's face flushed and his body leaned forward slightly.
"Three! Two! One!"
As the countdown ended, a burst of intensive artillery fire rang out around the stadium, followed by a group of colorful hot air balloons rising above the stadium.
Hundreds of paper fireworks were set off at the same time, spraying colorful strips towards the center.
The hot air balloon began to sprinkle flower petals down crazily.
The foreign envoys were all shocked and many of them stood up and shouted excitedly towards the sky.
Countless colorful petals fell, and the audience seats turned into a sea of exclamations, and everyone couldn't help but reach out to catch them.
Then there were thousands of people cheering.
"Long live His Majesty!"
"Long live Dajing!"
It was just an opening, and the atmosphere had already reached its climax.
Emperor Jing was overjoyed.
Fang Zhengyi crossed his arms and looked around with a smile.
If it weren't for the many technical difficulties and complicated palace rules, it would have been done at night. The effect would obviously have been better if fireworks were used.
But for now, the effect is amazing enough.
After all, no one has much experience, so a modified and beggar's version of the Olympic Games opening ceremony is enough to stun everyone.
The scene had turned into a sea of joy, especially the officials, who had their mouths completely crooked with laughter when they saw the shocked reactions of the foreign envoys.
This wave really makes our country proud!
When all the paper petals fell, the scene gradually returned to calm, and sounds came out from the ten lecture rooms scattered across the stadium at the same time.
In the broadcast room, ten selected hosts with loud voices made announcements at the same time, looking at watches in their hands, into the huge loudspeaker in front of them.
"The opening ceremony of the first Dajing World Games has officially begun! Please enjoy the theme song of this Games, Dajing Welcome Song."
Thanks to the loudspeaker amplification, the sound of ten people speaking at the same time can be clear and loud.
The moment the hosts finished speaking, the musicians on the surrounding stages started playing together.
The sound of music is like flowing water, flowing from top to bottom.
The whole audience held their breath and listened attentively to this music they had never heard before.
The song was naturally a famous song that Mr. Fang copied from his previous life, but without the lyrics.
However, this novel melody was obviously able to attract Dajing's subjects.
Everyone listened with fascination, moving their bodies slightly to the music, and some could not help but applaud.
In one part of the audience, a man who looked like a businessman covered his ears with a distressed look on his face.
Hearing the audience in the next seat couldn't help but shout out "good" again, he finally couldn't help but yell angrily: "Can you f*cking stop shouting? We are welcoming the foreigners, not you, why are you so excited!"
The person sitting next to me was shocked and said, "What are you talking about? Did I provoke you, or are you upset when you see others happy?"
The merchant's chest was heaving, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's what happened! I just opened a shop at the East Gate, and it was demolished halfway through. How can I be happy just to welcome foreigners?!"
As soon as he said this, the people around him burst into laughter. The person sitting next to him also laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, these two rows are all merchants at the East Gate. Why are we all arranged to sit together? Don't you have any idea? Besides, we have been compensated, so why don't you say a few words? If someone hears you, you will lose your life."
"Fuck, they just gave me another ticket! I want to ask, is there still law in Dajing..."
The merchant kept complaining, and halfway through his words, two big hands placed their hands on his shoulders at the same time.
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