Chapter 511 Are You Interested in Going to the Spring Festival Gala?

"Whose phone?"

"Grandpa, it's CCTV's call...they still don't give up. Grandpa, if not, can I call you back?"

"Let me go back and forth. Although I don't plan to play this year, I can't play tricks. You go back and forth. It's outrageous."

"Um."

Inside a villa.

An old man stood up and picked up the phone with the help of his granddaughter.

"Hey……"

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

"Oh, it's Director Li...Good morning, Director Li, hehe."

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

"good."

"Teacher Zhao, actually, I think..."

"Hey, Director Li, I know what you want to say. In fact, let me tell you the truth. In fact, I have participated in the Spring Festival Gala for so many years. I am more sad than anyone else if I don't participate this year... After all, I don't like this stage. I have feelings." Zhao Bengang sighed quietly, "Not to mention my current physical condition, just living my life. I have read a lot of scripts this year, and I have also taken a lot of scripts, but the taste of these scripts is not right. Director Li, you understand , I can’t bring these scripts to the stage.”

"Mr. Zhao, what if there is a good script?"

"If there is a good script..." Zhao Bengang pondered for a while, and finally nodded, "Then I can think about it... This old bone should be able to go on stage again!"

"Okay! Your words are enough!"

"..."

Zhao Ben just hung up the phone and sat back on the sofa.

He looked at the bare tree trunks outside the yard.

He felt lonely for a while.

He really hasn't been on any stage this year.

Poor health is certainly one reason, but the other reason is that after an operation, when he got the scripts of the previous sketches, he always felt that something was not right, and he always felt that these scripts were completely inconsistent with him. The request in my heart...

Therefore, he left the stage briefly.

"Grandpa, are you...really planning to return to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"I want to be on stage."

"Then your body..."

"It has nothing to do with the body. If Director Li can really get a good script, then it's really not a big problem... If not, then...he may really have to bid farewell to this stage..."

"..."

The girl looked at her grandfather.

She fell silent suddenly.

Grandpa has been on the stage all his life.

She knew very well that if he was not on stage, he would feel bad.

The sun shone through the windows.

Zhao Bengang showed a little relief on his wrinkled face.

Let everything go by fate.

After about two hours...

Zhao Bengang's phone rang again.

"Mr. Zhao, go check your mailbox!"

"Mail?"

"Yes! Teacher Zhao, go and have a look!"

"okay."

Li Mingrui's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited, and he completely lost his usual calmness.

It was the first time Zhao Bengang heard Li Mingrui lose his composure.

He shook his head.

"Yan, go and see what's in my mailbox, Director Li looks very excited."

"okay……"

The granddaughter ran back to the house, then took out her notebook and opened the mailbox.

When she saw that there were three unread emails in Zhao Bengang's mailbox, she was stunned for a moment.

Each of the three emails is a script.

"This... this is..."

"Yan, what's wrong?"

"Grandpa, here are three sketches. The three sketches are, "Selling Cars", "Selling Abductees", and...um, "Not Short of Money"?"

"It's not bad for money. What kind of skit script is it? Director Li can't find a good skit now, so he gathered some dwarfs to make a taller one?" Zhao Bengang frowned.

What he pursues is not quantity but quality.

No matter how much garbage there is, it’s still garbage, isn’t it?

What's the point?

For a moment, he didn't know what to say about Li Mingrui.

"Grandpa, take a look."

"Well, okay...let me take a look first."

Zhao Bengang opened a skit called "Selling Cars" indifferently, and when he opened it, he was momentarily taken aback.

Wang Da fooled?

This is……

He became interested, and then read on...

More than ten minutes later!

"This script is good!"

He suddenly slapped his thigh and his calm face became very excited.

Later, with this emotion, he clicked on another script of "Selling Abductees".

"Selling Abductees" is after selling cars. Although it is full of deceitful things, it is more interesting than "Selling Cars"!

If it can really be performed on stage, then this skit will definitely be popular!

During the Spring Festival Gala in these years, there has never been a sketch with a similar plot!

This……

This script!

this moment……

Zhao Bengang was so excited that he couldn't speak, even the hand holding the mouse was trembling.

After watching "Selling Abductees", Zhao Bengang continued to order the last script "Not Bad for Money".

Then……

His eyes widened instantly!

The heart beats faster!

He even felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

what!

Am I dreaming?

This……

This is another good work!

No matter which one of these three films is produced, it will be able to go well on the Spring Festival Gala.

So here comes the problem.

How should I choose?

Sometimes heaven and hell are just two hours away.

Two hours ago, Zhao Bengang was still lamenting that there are no good works now.

Two hours later.

He actually worried about which work to choose for the Spring Festival Gala?

This is really...

Dramatic!

"What, wait, am I reading that right?"

"What's wrong?"

"These three works are all signed by Lu Yuan..."

"What? Lu Yuan?"

Poor Zhao Bengang saw that the authors of the three works were all Lu Yuan, and he instantly felt his heart couldn't stand it.

This man is a monster, right?

……………………………

The noon sun shines on the land.

Although it dispelled a little chill, Lu Yuan was always attached to the warmth of the air conditioner.

When can winter leave?

Lu Yuan suddenly misses spring and summer very much...

At least, it won't be so cold that it makes people shiver?

Or am I really stupid?

Ah Choo!

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneezed.

Do I have a cold again? Or is someone scolding me again?

Li Mingrui and Zhou Xianzu drank tea cup by cup, and the taste of the tea became more and more unsuitable.

But they don't care about these things.

They were waiting for Zhao Bengang's response.

They felt uneasy for no reason.

Could it be that Mr. Zhao didn't like the three sketches?

should……

Can't it?

About half an hour later, Li Mingrui's cell phone rang.

Li Mingrui was startled, and quickly answered the phone.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then a sudden sigh.

"It seems that I have to live for at least three more years..."

"Ah...Mr. Zhao...you are..." Li Mingrui froze when he heard Zhao Bengang's words.

"You suddenly threw three works at me, didn't you just let me go to the Spring Festival Gala for another three years?"

"Mr. Zhao, then this time you chose..." Li Mingrui suddenly became very surprised!

"Let's choose "Not Bad Money" first...my granddaughter is more interested in this movie..."

"Alright, alright, alright! Alright..." Li Mingrui said hello several times, and at this moment his spirit was extremely uplifted.

Invite Teacher Zhao to the Spring Festival Gala, then the ratings of this year's Spring Festival Gala will be guaranteed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Lu Yuan gratefully.

"Director Li, is it done?"

"Well, it's done!"

"That's good."

"Mr. Lu... Anyway, I will write down this feeling, and I will explain the situation to Taili..."

"Haha, it's good that I can help you guys. By the way, it's noon, so stay for a light meal." Lu Yuan looked at the time, then stood up.

"Then what's the point..."

"Haha, it's okay..." Lu Yuan smiled brightly, then stood up and looked towards the kitchen, "Hehe, today's dishes are quite fresh, especially the chicken is so tender... By the way, Director Li , Brother Zhou, why don’t I become a Bawang, don’t fuck me.”

"..."

"..."

Overlord don't chicken?

Such a lively name.

If it is someone else, then there is indeed a little bit of longing...

But……

If the target is Lu Yuan, then...

After Zhou Xianzu and Li Mingrui saw this scene, the smiles on their faces suddenly froze.

Then...

The two of them looked at each other.

"Uh...Xiao Lu, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that there is something else on the stage..."

"Mr. Lu, I suddenly remembered that one of my relatives is hospitalized. I have to go and see, so I will leave first..."

"Er... two, you..."

"Haha, Xiao Lu, try your handicraft next time!"

"????"

After Lu Yuan watched the two stand up and say goodbye suddenly, he was stunned for a moment.

"You two... I made a lot of jokes about my cooking skills before, but people will change. After all, you have also been young and frivolous, right? Two, give me a chance to prove it?"

"Boss Lu, I really have something to do."

"Xiao Lu, there are a lot of things in "A Bite of China". Didn't you call me just now? I have to deal with it... Next time, I will try your handicraft next time!"

"Okay, let's do it next time."

Lu Yuan shook his head immediately after seeing the appearance of the two.

Why do these two people feel like they are all soldiers?

Lu Yuan had no choice.

"Okay, I'll definitely come next time!"

After Lu Yuan watched the two leave, he was suddenly disappointed.

In the past, he didn't know what to do, but during these times, he has been working hard all the time.

…………………………………

"Woo... delicious!"

"Brother Lu, your craftsmanship is really good..."

"Wooooow, it's delicious, bring me another bowl of rice...Brother Lu..."

"Woo, Chi Liu..."

noon.

Wang Hao gulped down the rice and ate "Bawang Farewell Chicken" with relish.

In less than twenty minutes, Wang Hao had already eaten more than half of the chicken that Lu Yuan cooked.

Lu Yuan was very relieved to see Wang Hao gobbling it up.

Sitting next to Lu Yuan, Wang Jinxue also put a few slices of meat into a bowl and ate a few mouthfuls.

"How is it, Jinxue?" Lu Yuan looked at Wang Jinxue with anticipation.

"Not bad, the craftsmanship has indeed improved a lot." Wang Jinxue nodded with a serious expression.

After seeing Wang Jinxue nodding, Lu Yuan suddenly laughed with satisfaction.

I feel very comfortable.

He really has no culinary talent.

However, no matter how talented people are, they always try hard and make various attempts, and there are always times when they succeed, right?

"Wang Hao..."

"What's wrong, Brother Lu?"

"How's the album going?"

“Album… almost ready.”

"Isn't the theme song written yet?"

"It will be written, it's just a little bit close." Wang Hao's originally excited expression suddenly became a little sad, and then he lowered his head and ate his meal.

"How much is a little bit?" Lu Yuan continued to ask.

"It's just... almost inspired... I should be able to write it next year."

"The one-year appointment is coming soon, let alone being a little rock and roll king, even releasing an album is a problem?"

"..." Wang Hao lowered his head and remained silent.

"Let me write you a song."

"Brother Lu...can you?" Wang Hao was silent for a while, then looked up at Lu Yuan gratefully.

"It shouldn't be a big problem..."

"Um."

"By the way, are you interested in going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What? Spring Festival Gala?" Wang Hao was taken aback.

"Yes, Spring Festival Gala! Play a sketch or something..."

"Forehead……"

I really don't want to be famous