Chapter 275: Stick to the Original Soundtrack (Fourth Update)
The two comrades were so anxious that they ran over and said, "Director Xiao An, you can't give the tape out!"
"Why not? Opening an overseas channel is such a serious matter, but your attitude is wrong. It will be broadcast tomorrow, but you are just now reporting it? If you are afraid, why are you still so confident and arrogant?" An Zhixia and the others were speechless.
"We, we are still very capable if we have the manuscript, really," the female comrade said eagerly, "Director Xiao An, please give us another chance. Tomorrow, no, tonight, we will definitely be able to translate the manuscript and read it thoroughly."
An Zhixia couldn't help laughing out loud: "Manuscript? Read it well? Our production team has a heavy workload and is on a fast track. We don't have time to wait for you to look up the dictionary and write sentences with grammatical errors that will make people laugh, and then all the staff will accompany you to work overtime at night to record!
Okay, don't waste your words here, just go back to your own units. When I have time, I will report to your department head and ask him to improve the employees' professional ability. Don't wait until foreign friends come and lose face and dignity."
"Okay, okay, okay," the two were very angry. They looked at Huang Yaru and realized that she already had external help, and they were indeed in the wrong, so they could only slam the door and leave.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the depressed knot in their hearts was finally untied because of these two people, and they returned to their busy work.
"How are the preparations going?" An Zhixia asked softly while standing at the side.
"Da Huang and the others are doing the final editing with George and the others. It should be almost done now. We can burn it a few more times this afternoon and send it off for tomorrow's broadcast." Shao Tongfeng said quietly while watching the recording, "If they knew you were back, they would definitely let you watch the film."
An Zhixia nodded, quietly went out, and went to the editing room. They really started the final fine-tuning. After watching the three programs tomorrow and the voluntary program at nine o'clock in the evening, An Zhixia nodded. This is already a relatively good work that contemporary people can do.
Several people didn't have time to eat lunch, and An Zhiqiu called them up. They burned the tape once when they watched it, but An Zhixia had seen too many tapes being taken by mistake, damaged, or lost, so she kept emphasizing this matter.
No one dared to take it lightly and burned it three times in a row before they stopped. One copy was sent to the archives, one was sent to the rehearsal room, one was kept by their own channel team, and An Zhixia kept a copy for himself.
They were so busy that they didn't leave the studio until after nine o'clock in the evening, excited but tired.
The next day, everyone came to work with great excitement. Although they did not have time to wait for the premiere and still had to devote themselves to their intense work, everyone was surprisingly efficient and completed the day's tasks early.
An Zhixia was not a pedantic leader. She waved her hand and told everyone to leave work at four o'clock, and only reminded them to be on time tomorrow. Amid the quiet cheers of the crowd, the group quietly packed up their things and left to go home.
Jiang Shiming had sent a white car to his younger brother and sister two days ago. Among the black cars everywhere, it was undoubtedly a cool one.
The two of them took four people from the compound with them. Among the other four people, two were on motorcycles. They passed by in the envy of the crowd and the gazes of passers-by on the street.
It was exactly five o'clock when they got home. Before An Zhixia got out of the car, she heard her grandmother urging them exaggeratedly through the window, "No need to lock the car, there's no one stealing in the compound, and there's no need to close the door, the show is about to start!"
An Zhixia smiled and greeted a few people as usual, locked the car and closed the door, then walked into the house with her brother, following the melody that had become so familiar to her in the past few days.
Everyone in the family had already set out fruits, candies and snacks and were waiting by the TV. Old Mrs. Jiang pulled An Zhixia to sit on the sofa and stuffed a melon into her hand. She was glued to the TV and couldn't bear to move her eyes away, but she was boasting to her granddaughter in a low voice: "My dear granddaughter, I sent all the old men and women in our compound home to watch TV this morning. Let them see how good my dear granddaughter is. At such a young age, he's already in charge of a channel. Humph, he keeps saying sour things to me. Then just watch the TV show! I guess they're watching it for the third time with the younger generation!"
"Taogui" was scheduled to be the first program, just in time for dinner at 8, 11 and 5 o'clock. The sound of flute was melodious and the sound of piano was ethereal. Then a drop of ink smudged each ingredient, and the ingredient became spiritual as soon as it landed. The nose, eyes, mouth, hands and feet were all complete and cute. There was a big-bellied pumpkin wearing a county official's uniform and a black gauze hat, a winter melon with a mole on the nose and dressed as a matchmaker, a beautiful and graceful cucumber with ink fragrance, a handsome long eggplant with a scholarly air, and a chubby carrot doll that jumped three times... In the end, the word "Taogui" was gradually transformed into a majestic and bloody beast.
Just looking at these novel images, everyone couldn't help but smile. Many elements of Xiahua country were blended together harmoniously and interestingly, which could not only refresh foreign friends' eyes and ears and unconsciously engrave these classic things in their minds, but also arouse the likes of Chinese people and inspire stronger patriotism.
After a short two-minute prelude, the sound of the diabolo that made the Kyoto people's scalps tingle rang out, and the dove of peace flew around the Tianmen Gate. On a sunny afternoon, the camera swept across the once prosperous palace walls, giving people a sense of grandeur and breathtaking beauty where time is intertwined!
The sky is as blue as a mirror, and amid the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, a graceful figure appears in the camera, with a brick wall dotted with moss on one side...
After watching a show, everyone's eyes, ears, and tongues seemed to have grown little hands, constantly scratching their hearts. The visual, auditory, and imaginary tastes intertwined into a feast, and they were reluctant to miss even the beautiful scenery of the filming location and the simple pictures of the people at the end of the show.
When a short break appeared on the screen, everyone rushed to the toilet, and after sitting down, they began to rack their brains to praise. An Zhiqiu responded to everyone's strong request and went into the kitchen to prepare the same dishes.
"My dear grandson, how did you take this photo? Was the opening scene shot with an airplane? Did the government lend it to you?"
An Zhixia explained to them with a smile: "We made a small hot air balloon, hung the camera on the basket, and tied it with wires from the bottom. We took very concealed anti-vibration measures around the basket and the camera. We worked for more than two hours to get these two minutes of footage, and finally selected half an hour of footage that was not shaky and edited it out bit by bit."
"You've incorporated a lot of things into this show," Jiang Shiming was still savoring it, "but you're using our Xia Hua country's original soundtrack with subtitles. We enjoy watching it, but will it affect our foreign friends' viewing experience?"
(End of this chapter)
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