After entering the theater, he saw a fat man sweeping the floor.
"Where's your master?"
Fatty raised his head and saw a flat-faced man with a simple and honest smile.
"Master, my master is upstairs!”
The curly-haired man hurriedly went upstairs after hearing the fatty's words.
As he walked, he shouted,"Degang, Degang, you have good news."”
At this moment, a short fatty with short hair appeared from a room upstairs.
He was a little dark and not tall.
"Hey, Brother Qian, stop shouting. It's here!"!!”
The man who was called Brother Qian turned around and quickly walked over.
"Hey, there you are. You made me look for you!”
"Master just called me and said that Director Yuan of the Spring Festival Gala is looking for you.”
Guo Degang revealed a look of doubt. The Spring Festival Gala's Director Yuan was looking for me?
Why is he looking for me?
"Brother, when did you get this news? Why are you looking for me?"
" He didn't say much about the details," the man called Brother Qian said." He just told you to contact Director Yuan. Hurry up and call him back!"!”
Guo Degang ran back into the house and hurriedly walked out.
"Bro, I don't have Director Yuan's number!!”
Brother Qian slapped his head and said," I was so anxious that I forgot. I'll send your phone number now."”
At this moment, the same thing was happening in several places.
Some of the people who received Yuan Wen's call were in other places, while others were in Beijing.
However, they also began to gather in the capital.
Yuan Wen specially inquired about the address of the Beijing Disabled Art Troupe and personally visited them.
The regiment commander warmly welcomed Yuan Wen.
After knowing Yuan Wen's purpose, he brought him to their rehearsal center.
Yuan Wen didn't know sign language, so he could only communicate with them through the teacher beside him.
After understanding the situation, Yuan Wen said to the regiment commander,""I have a performance here that requires your people to perform. If you perform well, you can be on this year's Spring Festival Gala.”
The regiment commander was overjoyed when he heard the news.
He had seen what kind of performance Yuan Wen had asked them to perform before.
"Don't worry, Director Yuan. I'll definitely let them practice well. I definitely won't let you down.”
At this time, although the disabled art troupe was valued by all classes in the country and often participated in some artistic performances, it was not like the Thousand-armed Guanyin that shocked the country in his previous life.
Therefore, Yuan Wen had personally brought the dance back to them.
Yuan Wen left. He still needed to find another dance team.
In his previous life, there were many shocking dances, such as the 08 Spring Festival Gala's Flying Heavens, Henan Province's Spring Festival Gala's Tang Palace Banquet, and the Heaven and Earth.
Yuan Wen had to come up with a rough idea of all these within a week.
Yuan Wen had been extremely busy this week.
He flew to Henan Province and then to Guangdong Province.
This was because the dance of Flying Heavens was also performed by a few dancers from the Guangdong Military Region Art Troupe.
Yuan Wen didn't intend to keep all of them for himself, but he still needed to return them to him through his hands.
A week later.
Mother Yang was on a rehearsal stage.
At this moment, it wasn't just the television station's leaders who had come. Even the publicity department and a few deputy directors from the headquarters had also arrived.
At this moment, backstage, Brother Qian, Guo Degang, Phoenix Group Reika, Zeng Yi, Shen Tong, Ma Li, Zhou Jielun, Wang Fei, and many other dance teams were present.
There were more than a hundred people.
They sat together and listened to Yuan Wen's speech.
"Later, you guys will perform according to the programs I told you. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. You've only been connected for a few days. The songs, skits, and crosstalk are fine. As long as the lines are not wrong, your expressions don't matter.”
"But you need time to practice dancing, so don't feel burdened. Today, we're just showing the leaders our results.”
As Yuan Wen spoke, a sign language teacher was explaining to the disabled dance team.
Everyone was relieved after hearing Yuan Wen's words.
As long as they were not eliminated, they had nothing to be afraid of.
At this moment, Yuan Wen didn't kill all the good acts that he had chosen earlier.
After all, it was Mother Yang's Spring Festival Gala. It needed to be more formal, but it couldn't be too formal and serious.
Yuan Wen said to the staff at the side when he saw that they were no longer nervous.
"I'll go in and report to the higher-ups first. Later, we'll do as we agreed. Take this program and let them come up one by one.”
The staff member nodded fiercely.
"Don't worry, Director Yuan."
Yuan Wen slowly walked into the hall.
At this moment, the performance on the stage had just ended. Zhang Yi was talking to the leaders.
When he saw Yuan Wen, he quickly said to the leader,"The programs behind the leaders are all handled by Yuan Wen.”
Yuan Wen walked over and greeted the leaders.
"According to the instructions of the leaders, changes have to be made to this year's Spring Festival to make the audience interesting and approachable.”
"The following programs were carefully selected by Director Zhang, me, and a few other assistant directors.”
"In addition, there are a few dances that have just been rehearsed. They may not be very skilled yet, but they are also the results of the rehearsals over the past two days.”
Yuan Wen also specifically reminded them not to wait until something unexpected happened on stage and the leaders looked down on them.
All the leaders had seen the program list before, so at this time, a deputy director of the headquarters said,"Director Yuan, don't worry. We've all seen how hard you've worked. We also know that it feels like we're chasing a duck away, but the Spring Festival Galas these past two years really haven't had much of an intention. That's why we've asked the two of you big directors to come over and set an example for us to broaden our horizons.”
"Don't worry and do it boldly. If you have any problems, just come to me.”
After the leader finished speaking, everyone agreed.
When the curtain call started, everyone stopped talking and waited quietly for the performance.
"Next up, let's welcome the dance 'Thousand-hand Guanyin' from the China Disabled People's Art and Dance Troupe.”
At this moment, the leaders became serious when they heard that it was the China Disabled People's Art and Dance Troupe.
This disabled dance troupe had performed for many big leaders.
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