Interstellar entertainment desert? best producer shot

Everything is ready, and the award ceremony will begin on time when the time comes.

After going through many rounds of lottery competition and successfully winning the position of host, Li Shuxia excitedly held the script card, her slightly tense face full of anticipation and joy.

"Old Song, aren't you nervous?"

Song Yiqi was suddenly Q'd and shook his head calmly.

"Fortunately."

He took the script card, looked at it twice, and recited it silently in his mind.

However, his trembling hands still betrayed him.

Li Shuxia was amused. "Why are you pretending, kid? Your hands are shaking like a sieve. I thought you were so calm."

Song Yiqi was not annoyed when he was exposed, "It's the same for you. Your legs are shaking rhythmically too."

Li Shuxia lowered her head subconsciously, but didn't realize anything was wrong with her.

"You are so good, Old Song, you actually fooled me?"

"..."

Song Yiqi fell silent as he watched Li Shuxia's legs start to tremble all over.

Forget it... Let's not provoke this person anymore.

Wei Yan stood not far away with a droopy face, "Okay, if you two can't do it, let me do it."

He really wants to be a host.

If he hadn't lost to Li Shuxia in the last round of the draw, he would have had the opportunity to host the show!

"That's a nice thought." Li Shuxia became excited when he mentioned this, and his trembling body seemed to relax a little because of Wei Yan's interruption.

"Since I got the prize, it means fate is on my side."

He raised his eyebrows at Wei Yan proudly.

Wei Yan felt itchy when he saw her mean look, but he was helpless.

In the end, he had no choice but to secretly adjust Li Shuxia's light.

Humph, this is the price of offending the lighting technician.

Although the sponsorship for this competition is rich, the competition officials cannot recruit so many capable people in a short period of time, so it is better to let the original employees continue to take on multiple positions.

Anyway, there will definitely be a big bonus this time.

Those who have survived two competitions that dealt a devastating blow to reputation and still stayed with the official team of the competition can be considered as old employees with feelings.

Although no one comes here for the money, who wouldn’t be happy with a lot of money?

……

"Where are the producers? Are they all here?"

"…There's still half an hour left, and we're only halfway there."

When Ouyang Lan signed in at the official online live broadcast room of the Federal Capital Production Competition, many people were coming and going.

A staff member in charge of the sign-in area had to deal with a key bug that prevented the producer from logging into the live broadcast room, but he even found the time to take out a virtual screen to ask for signatures.

"What kind of blessing do you want? Any is fine."

It seemed that the employee heard for the first time that a signature could be accompanied by a blessing. He was stunned for a moment, then answered without hesitation.

Are you kidding? It’s good enough to get an autograph, why bother choosing a blessing?

Seeing this, Ouyang Lan habitually left a blessing message of "I wish you a prosperous career and a smooth future."

I still remember that when he became the best producer in China in his previous life, he also signed countless similar blessings.

He is lucky to meet fans in every world who truly like his work.

This feeling can't be compared no matter how many awards you win.

After returning the virtual screen to the staff, Ouyang Lan silently looked for his seat with the tag number.

"Hey, this way."

A familiar voice sounded behind him. Ouyang Lan turned around and saw Renard sitting with his legs crossed in a luxurious chair not far away.

Judging from the different decorations of each seat, the official probably put a lot of thought into this aspect, making sure that every producer can sit on the seat of their favorite style.

Very detailed.

Ouyang Lan walked around all the fancy seats and successfully found the seat corresponding to the label in his hand.

It was a red leather chair, somewhat similar to the classic guest seats at award ceremonies in previous lives.

Ouyang Lan suddenly remembered: It seemed that one day he did receive a questionnaire survey about his favorite furniture styles.

The chair he chose was... something like this.

Because among the colorful seats given in the questionnaire, that seat was the cleanest and most comfortable.

"I didn't expect you to like this style. It doesn't match your achievements at all."

The young master, who was used to being high-profile, glanced at Ouyang Lan's seat and commented:

"It's too plain, not fancy enough."

The interstellar people seem to prefer the gorgeous style, but they also show a solemn and serious style in the filming of serious dramas.

Relatively extreme.

"That's good." Privately, this style of chair is already high-profile enough for Ouyang Lan.

Bright red stands out wherever you go, right? It's just not as eye-catching as those fluorescent colors.

"Could it be that... this is your plan?"

Renard stroked his chin, and suddenly an idea came to him. He spoke confidently:

"I see! You chose this style specifically to differentiate yourself from us, right?"

Ouyang Lan: "...Hmm?"

Huh? How did Renard manage to interpret so many things through brainstorming?

"How can it be……"

"It is true." Renard didn't listen to Ouyang Lan's rebuttal at all, and said in a deep voice, 'I have seen through everything':

"You can actually think of using this method to attract the audience's attention. I have to say... You are worthy of being me, Ouyang Lan."

Renard raised an eyebrow, "You won another game. I will definitely win it back next time."

Being stared at with a look of admiration and praise by a young master who was addicted to challenges, Ouyang Lan felt goose bumps all over his body.

"You're overthinking. I just think it looks better this way."

Ouyang Lan explained helplessly.

However, Renard didn't believe it at all.

"It looks good..." Reiner paused, a suspicious blush appeared on his face:

"Actually, I thought... you would choose white and blue."

"Why would I choose Bai..." Ouyang Lan asked subconsciously, and then successfully understood the meaning of Renard's words within a second.

Now both of their faces flushed suspiciously.

"Ahem...Come to think of it, your guy must be very busy lately."

In order to get rid of this awkward atmosphere, Renard quickly changed the subject:

"I heard that many officials in the capital planet have suffered mental collapse recently. I think many positions are vacant. The governor has transferred many officials and soldiers from the capital planet and nearby areas to deal with the mess."

"...Spiritual sea collapse?" Ouyang Lan's eyes flickered and he responded vaguely.

"Yeah, but that kind of breakdown is pretty rare."

Renard said in a heavy tone: "Our family has also invested in medical care. A few days ago, I went to the hospital to get some medicine to regulate my body, and it happened that..."

Renard frowned, his face very solemn:

"I just happened to see a few officials, and they looked just like..."

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the live broadcast room of the Federal Capital Production Competition!"

A cheerful voice interrupted Renard's unfinished words.

Ouyang Lan was about to ask more questions when he found that the seats around him were already filled with participating producers.