1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 437 "Still eating? I'm here to take you away!"

"boom!"

As soon as Chen Chong finished her words on TV, the teacup in Wang Defa's hand fell to the concrete floor, and the tea leaves mixed with the tea splashed all over the floor.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wang Defa's beard was shaking with anger and the blue veins on his temples were throbbing.

In this compound, more than twenty households were crowded together watching TV, and at this moment they were all stunned into silence.

"Ouch." Aunt Li, who was knitting a sweater, was pierced by the needle and blood seeped onto the maroon wool.

"This heartless thing!"

"Uncle Wang, calm down."

As soon as the younger Xiao Liu opened his mouth, he was interrupted.

"cool down?"

Old Wang slapped the table with his palm as big as a palm fan, and said, "How can you calm down? I bought two tickets for Little Flower! I'm glad to see her back, but she just keeps saying 'you Chinese'!"

"Tui! Disgusting, so disgusting!"

"Dogs are rare, don't let me touch them!"

"This is a traitor!"

The whole room was filled with excitement.

People these days are quite simple and honest, and their feelings for their motherland are sincere and passionate. They will never allow anyone to tarnish the greatness of this land.

That is to say, now, everyone can only curse in the house.

If it had happened a few years earlier, Chen Chong would have been arrested by these people before she even stepped out of the Workers' Stadium.

The whole room was filled with cursing.

Even in the corner, the seven-year-old boy from the Qin family was lifted up by his father by the collar.

"Listen to me, if you dare to learn this kind of thing in the future, I will break your legs!"

"Why are you still watching TV?"

Wang Defa poked his finger at the TV screen and said, "Cut this lousy party!"

"Pinch it! What the hell, you invite this kind of person!"

"It's just a shit show!"

"I watched it all night, but didn't see what was going on. It keeps getting worse!"

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There was a lot of criticism of the Spring Festival Gala in the room.

Old Liu was afraid that the crowd would get excited and smash his TV, so he quickly went over and turned the knob to turn off the TV.

Aunt Yu put down the unfinished bowl of dumplings in her hand and waved her hand.

"Comrades, stop talking, let's call the director team of the Spring Festival Gala!"

"Yes, call!"

"See if I can't scold them to death!"

"You go ahead. I'll go back and write a letter."

The masses were mobilized.

Wang Defa was the first to rush to the public telephone at the entrance of the alley, picked up the receiver, and the switchboard made two transfers to CCTV.

"Hello? The one who installs the stage? I'm looking for your person in charge!"

Lao Wang twisted the black rubber telephone wire with his fingers, and the operator's voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Your working class grandpa!"

".What can I do for you?"

"Stop talking nonsense to me! Call your leader!" His shout made the microphone buzz.

"You speak first, and I'll convey it to you."

"Let me ask you people in charge, what the hell is Chen Chong saying on TV? 'You Chinese'? Damn it, the grass on her ancestors' graves is already three feet tall, and she still dares to forget her roots?!"

He cursed in Beijing and spit on the iron net of the telephone.

The operator on duty was scolded as soon as he picked up the extension.

"Comrade, calm down"

"Calm down! Did a dog eat your eyes when organizing the party? You invited a fake foreigner to come on stage and ruin it!"

"Old Wang, hurry up."

The neighbors who were waiting in line to make a phone call urged him by pointing at their watches.

Wang Defa moved the receiver to his left ear, his temple throbbing, and he roared with his neck stiffened.

"After spending a few years in the West, you think our food is not delicious? Tell that little girl, don't eat Chinese food and destroy the Chinese pot. If I were her father, I would beat her to death!"

"Beep beep beep beep."

After the call was hung up, another neighbor who had been waiting for a long time with his hands in his pockets quickly grabbed the microphone.

"Are you done scolding? It's my turn to scold!"

Early in the morning, the cadres of CCTV all sat together.

Many of them were originally spending the New Year at home with their families, but they were notified to attend a meeting early in the morning.

But they couldn't complain at the moment. They all looked pale and behaved very honestly.

I understand in my heart.

The Spring Festival Gala incident has become a big deal!

Since last night, CCTV's phone calls have never stopped, with calls coming in one after another.

The complaint letters came in like snowflakes. We received as many complaint letters as we received that year's Spring Festival Gala.

The crowd started by scolding the show.

Let’s talk about the first show, “A Hundred Monkeys Welcoming the Spring.”

Why do you have a group of monkeys for the Spring Festival Gala in the Year of the Ox?
Just deal with the monkey.

The ground was covered with dry ice, and the camera was so far away that we, the audience, couldn't see it clearly even on TV.

Not only the audience couldn't see clearly, but the actors couldn't see clearly either.

The Monkey King, who was hanging by wires, was originally in darkness, but was locked in the spotlight and flew around like a god.

As a result, because he couldn't see clearly, he bumped his head against the pillar in full view of everyone.

It's so embarrassing!
But these accidents are understandable.

What infuriated the audience the most was what Chen Chong said.

The scolding was called a dirty word.

Things like "rare as a dog", "eating from one's own side", "forgetting one's roots", and "worshiping foreign things and fawning on foreigners". She cursed their ancestors for eighteen generations.

CCTV was also affected and was greeted with questions by the public, who demanded an explanation from them.

Right now, in the meeting room.

Everyone had a cigarette in their hands, and the small room was filled with wisps of smoke.

"Who can explain the situation to me?" The head of radio and television sat in the main seat with a frown on his face.

".lead."

Huang Yihe leaned forward, and there were no telling how many cigarette butts were in the ashtray in front of his face.

"Yesterday's mistake was caused by me, and I am responsible for it. I did not expect Chen Chong to..."

"I am also responsible for this matter."

Ruan Ruolin sighed and stood up. "We just wanted to create an atmosphere where actors from all over the country are like one family and show cohesion. We didn't expect that Chen Chong had such an ideological problem that we used such an uncontrollable actor."

Ruan Ruolin's face looked mournful when she said this.

I remember that when preparing for the evening party, Huang Yihe told her that Jiang Xian believed that Chen Chong had ideological problems and could not be used.

At that time, she didn't listen to Jiang Xian's words at all. She just thought that the ideological problem Jiang Xian mentioned was a problem of the faction and the problem that Zhu Lin was not selected.

Who would have thought that everything was just as Jiang Xian said. They would rather offend Jiang Xian and insisted on using Chen Chong, who caused them such a big mess!

She recounted the whole story, and the head of the radio and television station and the director were almost fainted from anger.

"What can I say to you?" The director held his forehead with one hand and looked at Ruan Ruolin and Huang Yihe with an expression full of hatred for their lack of fighting spirit.

"Since someone has already warned you! Why don't you take it seriously?!" The head of radio and television slammed the table.

If it really happened by accident, it is actually understandable and can be understood as careless use of personnel.

But now, as Ruan Ruolin said, Jiang Xian had already reminded them, but this thing still happened.

This can't even be described simply with the word "stupid".

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Ruan Ruolin and Huang Yihe both lowered their heads, unable to utter a word.

Ruan Ruolin was regretting now. How could she not understand that there really was an expert who gave her guidance at the beginning? Unfortunately, not only did she not listen to the expert, she also offended the expert.

This is what is meant by "you reap what you sow".

"Urgent call from the Ministry of Culture!"

A comrade's voice from the switchboard room was heard in the corridor, and a telegram was quickly delivered to the conference room.

The person in charge of radio and television looked at it first, and after reading it, he handed it to the station director with a frown.

After reading it, the director sighed three times, "Instructions have come from above to intervene and conduct a thorough investigation of this party."

Intervene and investigate.
Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

The director looked at Huang Yihe and Ruan Ruolin again.

"Lao Huang, Lao Ruan, the two of you will be suspended for six months. Go back and reflect on your actions."

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Huang Yihe and Ruan Ruolin looked at each other.

After being punished, I actually felt relieved.

The person in charge of the radio and television said, "We must come up with a solution for this matter as soon as possible. We must calm the public anger as soon as possible and not let the situation escalate any further. Please give us your specific ideas on what to do."

Of course, public relations in this era was not as sophisticated as in later generations.

Public relations in later generations have become formulaic. Whenever something happens, they just apply the template, and the rhetoric is exactly the same, such as "We're sorry for taking up public resources" and so on.

Everyone racked their brains to come up with ideas, and their attitude was quite sincere; they even suggested "apologizing on the news broadcast."

Jiang Xian's family will celebrate the New Year the same way.

Of course, they also saw Chen Chong's remarks at last night's Spring Festival Gala. Today, they read various criticisms of the Spring Festival Gala in the newspapers and felt very angry.

"Should!"

Xu Chenhui, who had rushed over early in the morning, snorted coldly, "Brother Jiang told them at the beginning that they should be cautious and think about the consequences. They didn't listen to Brother Jiang, and now, something bad has happened!"

As one of the people who was fired by CCTV along with Jiang Xian, Xu Chenhui felt aggrieved for several days because of this incident and could not get over it.

Now that the Spring Festival Gala has suffered its comeuppance and been severely criticized, Xu Chenhui feels quite happy as if he had kicked a fallen dog.

"Xiao Xu, just stay for dinner." Rao Yuemei was rolling out dumpling wrappers, her hands full of Fuqiang flour.

"No, no, I still have to go back and celebrate the New Year with my wife." Xu Chenhui said.

After saying that, he waved his hand and said goodbye. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out the door, he ran into two familiar faces.

One is Ruan Ruolin, the other is Huang Yihe.

Xu Chenhui snorted coldly and said sarcastically:
"Hey, why are you two here? Do you live nearby too?"

Ruan Ruolin of course understood that Xu Chenhui had deliberately stabbed her. She was embarrassed and had completely lost her original spirit.

"Little comrade, is Comrade Jiang Xian at home?"

"You're here? What's wrong? Do you want me to leave? This is our editor-in-chief Jiang's home, not CCTV's territory."

"We are here to apologize to Comrade Jiang Xian." Huang Yihe said sincerely.

"Tsk, what a hindsight." Xu Chenhui muttered, and stepped aside to let the two men enter.

Jiang Xian was also quite surprised. He didn't expect Huang Yihe and Ruan Ruolin to come to him.

"Why are you two here?"

Huang Yihe and Ruan Ruolin looked at each other and gave in to each other.

"Old Huang, go ahead."

"Come on."

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The two of them kept declining, and Jiang Xian was getting a little impatient. "Alright, alright, are you here for Chen Chong's matter?"

"Ugh."

Huang Yihe saw this and stopped hiding it. He sighed and said, "I didn't listen to you, Comrade Jiang Xian, at first. I didn't expect that everything you said would come true."

"This is my fault."

Ruan Ruolin took over the conversation: "Comrade Jiang Xian, I really regret not listening to your advice at the beginning, and ended up making things like this. Comrade Jiang Xian, I, I apologize to you."

"Come on."

Jiang Xian looked at her unhappily: "If an apology is useful, why do we need the police?"

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Huang Yihe and Ruan Ruolin were silent for a while.

"The station has already suspended us for six months."

"That's as it should be. You said that the incident you caused made it difficult for the people of the whole country to have a good New Year."

"you're right."

Huang Yihe had a sad face. "To be honest, Comrade Jiang Xian, after what happened yesterday, I didn't even have the mood to live anymore. I really didn't want to live anymore. This time, something like this happened, and I, as the director, cannot escape the blame. I have decided that I will never direct the Spring Festival Gala again. But I still hope that this gala can continue. If the station still holds it, I am going to recommend you to the station."

"Recommend me?"

Jiang Xian was confused. "I don't have any experience directing evening parties. Why would you recommend me?"

"Experience is nothing, the overall view is the most valuable. I feel that I lack the overall view like you. This time, whether it is the Workers' Stadium or the actress Chen Chong, you reminded me, but I didn't listen, which led to a disaster."

As Huang Yihe spoke, he covered his face and tears streamed down his face.

"Uh"

Jiang Xian felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought about asking him to direct the Spring Festival Gala in the future.

Moreover, Huang Yihe was also a famous director of the Spring Festival Gala. Even the 85 Spring Festival Gala that failed this time was still far ahead of later generations in terms of quality.

Looking at Huang Yihe's sad expression now.

He was really a little worried. If the director really couldn't get over this incident, it would be a huge loss.

"Okay, Lao Huang, don't blame yourself too much for what happened this time."

In fact, Jiang Xian didn't feel too aggrieved. He knew that the conflict this time was mainly due to different concepts and everyone had their own ideas.

Watching Ruan Ruolin and Huang Yihe apologizing to him, the two of them were really sad this time. After just a few words, they both burst into tears.

Huang Yihe was on the verge of collapse and had to rely on Jiang Xian to comfort him.

The two of them sat for a while and then said goodbye. Jiang Xian didn't plan to care about this matter anymore.

His mind is as clear as a mirror.

On the surface, it was Ruan Ruolin and Huang Yihe who offended him, but in the final analysis, it was Chen Chong who was the wrongdoer.

CCTV should at least apologize.

This guy kept silent and pretended to be dead, not realizing that he had done anything wrong.

Jiang Xian thought about it for a while and came up with a plan in his mind. He happened to see the younger generation at home eating delicious food.

"Still eating? I'm here to take you away!"

It took me an entire afternoon to finish writing a "submission article". I read it through and felt satisfied with it. Then I rode my bike out and mailed the article before it got dark.

"Huh, who is this monster?"

"Die soon!"

(End of this chapter)