The Golden Age of China Entertainment

There are not many such friends, there are two, and no matter how good a business is, it must be closed.

Not to mention that Ma Wei has a bunch of buddies like this.

Seahorse Dance Hall.

With the same name as the previous life, Yi Qing felt afraid that she would have the same fate as the previous life.

It's even more lively when you walk in, it's already at this point, and there are still quite a few guests inside.

Chinese people probably have been suppressed for too long, and finally have a window to vent their excess energy, so they can't help but start to indulge.

The lights inside are dim, and there are three big colored lantern balls hanging from the roof, spinning constantly. There are still people dancing on the dance floor, and a man with long hair is singing on the stage. The singing is mediocre, but it is quite interesting of.

Wang Shuo and his group sat on the largest sofa in the corner.

Feng Pants' eyes were sharp, and he saw Yi Qing at a glance: "Xiao Yi, here it is!"

I can't see you, you bastard who doesn't work hard.

"You really have a leisurely mind. Why did I ask you to come back? I even came here to play."

Feng Pants was embarrassed by what Yi Qing said, and quickly explained: "Hey, it's a combination of work and rest. We can't just pretend to be working all day long, we have to change our minds."

Before Yi Qing could open his mouth again, Wang Shuo, who was aside, quit: "What are you doing? When you come here, you will teach others a lesson. You are here just to have fun, not to talk about work. What's the matter, old horse? Qingzi is here, quickly serve the wine and fruit plate, what are you waiting for?"

"Yes, yes, yes! My fault, I was so happy to see Xiao Yi, I forgot about it, and served the wine quickly."

Ma Wei called Yi Qing to sit down, looking very enthusiastic, but Yi Qing could tell that his smiling face was obviously sad.

You can guess it without asking. It is estimated that this time the song and dance hall opened, Wang Shuo and others will have a lot of trouble here.

Looking at this large group of people, many of them are unknown to Yi Qing. When Ye Jing introduced them, most of them bear the title of "writer". .

Probably no one in this group of people thought that Ma Wei's cornucopia opened in this golden area, and it was about to be eaten and drunk by them.

Children from the big courtyard like them basically don't have this awareness. In their view, they are all here to support Ma Weidu.

To put it bluntly, if we come over to eat and drink you, that is to look down on you.

If you use this to talk about things, you are not sensible.

"Brother Ma, don't be too polite. I've been busy all day and I can't drink anymore. How is the business going?"

Ma Wei forced a smile: "Okay, as you have seen, there are always customers every day, basically they have to toss until two or three o'clock before three o'clock."

Well, Yi Qing originally planned to order a little bit, but now one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

After chatting with Ma Weidu, Wang Shuo once again became the focus of the audience.

In fact, he should not be a writer, but should be a full-time speaker, a natural focus, and a natural leader.

After saying a toast, everyone cheered, and Yi Qing couldn't escape.

After drinking a glass of wine, Wang Shuo squeezed Ye Jing away and sat beside Yi Qing, with one hand on Yi Qing's shoulder.

"What's the matter, I heard that you are now helping Beijing and Taiwan organize the Spring Festival Gala?"

Yi Qing looked at Feng Trousers when he heard the words, apparently it was Feng Trousers who said it.

"No, what kind of god am I, at most I'm just a helper."

Wang Shuo was not satisfied with Yi Qing's modest statement, and at the same time he was secretly jealous.

Look at Yi Qing, and then at himself.

People are starting the Spring Festival Gala now, what about him?

What a fool.

"By the way, just now Xiaogang and I were talking about the script you asked me to help you get, what's going on now, why is there no more text?"

Yi Qing asked Wang Shuo to write the script for the third season.

"Did Brother Feng tell you guys? I still don't know if it will be able to finish smoothly. I'm busy with the Spring Festival Gala, so I don't have the time to pay attention to other things."

Yi Qing said and looked at Feng Pants again: "Have you read the script, what do you think?"

Before Feng Pants could speak, the sound of the music suddenly changed, making it look extraordinarily intense.

"Walk, walk, dance, let's talk about it later."

Speaking of which, the person has already jumped onto the dance floor and started to swing his body, looking like a big meat bug that has become fine.

3Chapter 16

Yi Qing has always been indifferent to dancing, just for fun, huddling with a group of people and twisting their buttocks, that's not relaxing, it's making a fool of themselves.

A group of people danced and danced for a long time. When they came back, everyone was sweating profusely. Wang Shuo was puffy and out of breath from exhaustion. He didn't know what they were trying to do.

Sitting down again, a group of people smoked, drank and bragged. From time to time, someone asked Yi Qing about the Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala. Yi Qing just casually said a few words. After all, the matter was still in the confidential stage and could not be disclosed casually.

Don't look at both Beijing TV and CCTV being tight-lipped about the competition, but in fact everyone knows it in their hearts, and both sides are competing.

Even if it hadn't been for the urgent suspension from the higher-ups, Director Wang would have even thought about broadcasting Beijing TV's Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve, competing face-to-face with CCTV to see who is better.

Seeing that Yi Qing didn't want to say more, these people didn't ask any more questions, but their attitude towards Yi Qing was obviously a little colder. Perhaps in their view, Yi Qing was someone who wasn't interesting enough or a friend enough.

He hides and hides from his buddies, what the hell.

Yi Qing doesn't care about the comparison, just maintain the relationship with these people, don't get too close, sooner or later they will all be pitfalls.

The only thing Yi Qing is interested in is Ma Weidu's Haima Song and Dance Hall.

"Brother Ma, your dance hall has been open for so long, and no one has come to check it?"

Ma Wei was calculating in his mind how much money he would have to pay for today's fight, and he said in surprise, "Check? Who will check? No one has come!"

"Public security, firefighting, no one has come?"

Ma Wei shook his head, feeling even more surprised and a little worried. He knew that Yi Qing's unit had access to things that ordinary people could not.

"Xiao Yi, tell me, have you heard something?"

To open this song and dance hall, he spent a lot of money in it, throwing most of his net worth into it. Originally, it would be uncomfortable enough for Wang Shuo and his group to eat and drink for free all day long. But it's all wild.

It has only been a few years since the movement, and those who have experienced the whole process are most afraid of policy matters. This thing is not clear, and sometimes a gust of wind blows past, and a group of people will be doomed.

"Tell me, tell me."