Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

He had a plan in mind. What should he do? He would delay the process, not offend either side, and deal with the situation later.

After talking for a while, Zhou Qi also understood what Xiang Mingting meant.

In business, how can you expect others to sacrifice themselves to help you?

It is very good that Xiang Mingting can do this, and he is a person worth associating with.

If it were someone else, they would have used this opportunity to turn against me and please CCTV.

As for Shi Yifei, he didn't care at all, even though she was the music director of CCTV and the deputy director of the Spring Festival Gala.

But she is just a director, just a deputy position. CCTV is not owned by her family, and the Spring Festival Gala is not decided by her alone.

Want to ban him?

There is a saying that goes, gold will always shine. He has not just a few songs, but a whole treasure trove. A few songs can be suppressed, but what about a large number of hits?

Little director, don't be so self-righteous.

The next day, in the Spring Festival Gala preparatory meeting room in the CCTV building, planners, producers and team leaders from various groups sat around a large conference table. Shi Yifei and Jin Weiyi were among them, and each reported on the progress of their work.

A thin but powerful man in his fifties stood behind the main seat, with his arms folded and his head slightly lowered. He walked slowly while listening to the work reports of each group.

He is none other than Zhang Fucheng, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala!

As the New Year approaches, the preparations for the Spring Festival Gala have entered the final stage.

First, the program list must be determined, followed by screening, rehearsal, and then careful selection to ensure that every link is foolproof, in order to present an unforgettable and novel Spring Festival Gala to the national audience.

Time is short, the task is arduous, and every minute is crucial.

After listening to the reports from various departments, Zhang Fucheng nodded reluctantly, and then turned his attention to Shi Yifei, the music director and deputy director of the Spring Festival Gala.

The music program is one of the highlights of the entire evening party. It not only connects different performances, but is also the key to creating the atmosphere.

This important task naturally fell on Shi Yifei's shoulders. She glanced at Jin Weiyi, who reported that he had prepared fifteen songs, including twelve new ones, and especially recommended the song called "Spring Breeze Blowing All Over the Sky", believing that it was in line with the festival theme and had market potential.

Zhang Fucheng took the music sheet and glanced at it, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.

These lyrics, "The spring breeze blows and blows...", and a dozen others, are not very satisfying.

Although the new songs complement the festive atmosphere, they are obviously not popular enough. After all, this is a party for hundreds of millions of viewers and it must be acceptable to the majority of people.

These songs will probably make one-third of the listeners silent, one-third frown, and the rest will probably just complain.

He didn't want to see his work criticized on such an important festival.

Looking at Shi Yifei, Zhang Fucheng thought: As a music director, is this your level? The country is so big, there are so many talents, why can't you pick better songs?

He is not worried about skits and other types of programs because there are already experienced teams in charge.

But now the performance of the song part is worrying, which is why he specially invited this music director.

Shi Yifei noticed Zhang Fucheng's dissatisfaction and quickly explained: "Director Zhang, we originally planned to use some popular songs, but considering that the New Year should have a new look, we decided to use all original works.

We collected thirty original songs from multiple sources and selected these fifteen. But this is not the final version, and we can continue to look for more excellent works. "

Zhang Fucheng interrupted her: "How long will it take?"

Shi Yifei was slightly embarrassed after being interrupted, but she quickly adjusted herself and replied, "One week. I guarantee that you can find at least 30 high-quality new songs for us to choose from within one week."

"No." Zhang Fucheng said, "The arrangements for all the programs have been gradually determined. After the songs are selected, the stage design needs to be done, so we don't have much time. We can only give you four days at most. You must complete the selection of all the music programs within four days."

"Okay." Shi Yifei agreed reluctantly.

This schedule is really tight.

But Director Zhang’s decision was unquestionable, especially in front of the team, no one could embarrass him.

"Director Zhang, what about these fifteen songs?" Jin Weiyi asked cautiously.

Zhang Fucheng glanced at him and Jin Weiyi immediately fell silent.

Zhang Fucheng flipped through the music sheet in his hand and sighed in his heart: "Let's keep it as a backup for now!"

The meeting ended like this, and the music group felt unprecedented pressure.

Unlike language programs, music programs do not require scripts and repeated revisions, so they are relatively simple. However, they are actually difficult because it is not easy to find songs that satisfy the director.

The music group is feeling exactly like this right now - the music track wasn’t chosen well, and all previous efforts have been wasted.

Everyone else left, but the music group stayed.

Jin Weiyi glanced at Shi Yifei secretly and said tentatively: "Director, although other songs may not be suitable, the song "Spring Breeze" is indeed very suitable for the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

Although the lyrics are a bit vulgar, vulgarity is also a style. The Spring Festival Gala is for the national audience, and the key is to cater to the public's taste. Several music producers and I agreed that this song is not bad.

Maybe Director Zhang hasn’t listened to this song carefully yet. I think we can recommend it to Director Zhang again so that he can listen to it.”

Shi Yifei frowned slightly.

Just being able to nail down a song takes some of the pressure off.

She had heard this song before. Although it didn't have much depth, it was still okay as a pop song.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded gently: "I will try again. Everyone continue to contact the collected songs. We don't have much time, everyone must go all out."

"Yes!"

At the same time, Zhang Fucheng returned to the office and slammed the music score in his hand heavily on the table.

He was very unhappy.

Being able to serve as the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, he naturally has his own artistic pursuits, and these songs do not meet his standards at all.

What he wanted was a feeling, a feeling that could touch his artistic cells and make his blood boil.

However, none of these selected songs could impress him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

After a while, someone knocked on the door, and a man in his thirties hurried in, pushed up his glasses, and said, "Director Zhang, take a look at these folk songs, they are really good."

Zhang Fucheng looked up at him. The man was a music planner at CCTV, but his job was not taken seriously and he was assigned to deal with music works submitted by the public.

As we all know, the quality of works submitted by these non-professionals varies greatly, and there are very few really good songs. Therefore, this job is both laborious and difficult to produce results, and almost no one is willing to take it over.