Chapter 699 Their Era Is Rising

【In the morning, in the night, in the wind】

[Singing the song that no one cares about]

[Maybe one day I will be old and nothing...]

【Please keep me in that time...】

When Ha Wenliang heard Liu Chungen singing this, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

He listened to Liu Chungen's rehearsals several times.

However, it has never been like this time, when people feel despair and grief, and under the painful passage of time, they feel a touching feeling from the depths of the soul.

Even, feel shocked!

A kind of shock of perseverance in difficult situations!

His singing may still not be perfect, and it's still barely interesting at a professional level, but the sense of resonance deep in his soul even reminded him of the time when he made his first movie.

this moment!

He stared at the smiling Zhang Sheng under the stage.

"Dreams, sometimes, are like a magic that changes one's self..."

Before he could speak, he saw Zhang Sheng's smile gradually disappearing, turning around and continuing to walk towards the office.

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Light and dark intertwined.

The sound of the guitar kept ringing in my ears.

The melody is not complicated.

The restrained past was intertwined with scenes of the past. At this moment, on the stage with shining lights, it turned into bursts of roars.

"boom!"

Fireworks were set off on the stage, and countless lights enveloped his body.

When the last paragraph stopped and the interlude ushered in, the screen began to change from the history of a decoration company to videos that were converted from black and white to color.

In the video, countless people stood under the tower with cheers and celebrations, celebrating the founding of the People's Republic of China...

In the video, an atomic bomb suddenly exploded in the endless wilderness that year...

That year, the rocket took off...

That year the women's volleyball team won the championship...

That year, countless workers were laying foundation layers day and night...

That year, high-rise buildings were erected, and the streets were filled with traffic and traffic.

…

"If one day I leave quietly"

"Please bury me in"

"In this spring!"

"In the spring"

"..."

Off stage.

applause.

The leaders looked at this scene and were so excited that they couldn't help themselves and nodded repeatedly.

Some old leaders had red eyes. Looking at the old photos, extremely dull and desperate voices echoed in their ears, and they felt the deepest emotions without realizing it.

Spring is a season of hope and sentimentality.

On the one hand, everything is recovering, but on the other hand, it is suddenly warm but then cold.

It seems that the whole China, in those years when it was poor and weak, has come step by step, stood up step by step, and stood in this spring step by step.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

"It's good in spring, it's good in spring!"

……………………

The music gradually died down.

The lights are still bright.

The thunderous applause lasted for a long time.

Liu Chungen, holding the guitar in his arms, felt as if he was waking up from a dream.

Looking at the red eyes, he was in a daze and couldn't believe that he actually stood on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and finished singing this song.

A migrant worker, a mason, a character who is never valued...

At this moment, he was actually standing on the highest stage, enjoying the attention of everyone.

When the last piece of music stopped, the host appeared, and then, under the signal of the staff not far away, he slowly left the stage step by step.

The curtain falls...

In the darkness, Liu Chungen saw countless people rushing over...

"Not bad, not bad, not bad!"

He watched as the Spring Festival Gala director Ha Wenliang hugged him tightly and nodded repeatedly at him.

Vaguely, he said all kinds of compliments without hesitation.

Then, despite being excited, Ha Wenliang seemed to let out a long sigh of relief.

Liu Chungen looked around.

At this moment, he wanted to thank Zhang Sheng even more.

However, there was no figure of Zhang Sheng around.

While looking around, he inadvertently saw the ratings.

not far away……

The CSM national measuring instrument shows that the total national ratings at this moment have reached an astonishing 35%...

Just when he was about to say something...

A new round of red envelope rain has begun.

…………………………………………

“Can you really get red envelopes by sharing?”

"You can really get it! Mom, please download WeChat!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll download it now!"

"..."

Many people said.

There is no such thing as pie in the sky in this world.

But, when the real pie-in-the-sky thing happens...

Many people stared at the shaking interface of [WeChat] in shock.

1 yuan, 5 yuan, 50 cents, 7 cents...

More and more people are turning on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, staring at the TV, shaking their mobile phones constantly with their arms as if they are having a seizure.

Many middle-aged and elderly people who were skeptical took smartphones that they couldn't use at all. Under the urging of young people, they learned to download [WeChat], and then followed the young people to shake it.

When they got a few dollars, learned to share and received the red envelope, they stared at their children blankly.

"Can this money be transferred to a bank card?"

"It can turn!"

"Can 10 yuan be transferred?"

"Yes, but you have to bind a bank card... Withdrawal requires a handling fee..."

"Ah?"

"Mom, keep shaking!"

With the help of the young people, the skeptical middle-aged and elderly people bound their bank cards one by one, and then clicked [Quick Withdrawal] as soon as possible.

When they saw that withdrawals required a handling fee, and the balance of the red envelopes they had snatched seemed to be a little short, the middle-aged and elderly people began to shake desperately.

However...

[2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a happy new year! ]

[2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a happy year of the dragon! ]

[2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a happy new year! ]

...

Looking at the blessings of the 2012 Spring Festival Gala one after another, several middle-aged and elderly people were about to curse while shaking!

After shaking for a long time, they finally shook out [[Mengxiang Instant Noodles] Wishing You a Happy New Year]!

Click to open the red envelope!

Fifteen yuan!

Just about to share...

Their phones rang, and then, they were all called by relatives.

"Let's add [WeChat] friends, I'll share something with you..."

"..."

Fission after fission.

It's going on...

And no one knows how long this fission will last, and how much it will shake the earth.

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Festival on the stage.

Accompanied by waves of blessings.

Waves of laughter.

Thunderous applause under the stage, audiences laughing, and young people holding mobile phones.

I don't know if they have a stomachache or a drink.

Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng go to the bathroom more and more often.

When the two sat back in their chairs, they felt a layer of haze, which was hanging over their heads and lasted for a long time...

At this moment, they no longer wanted to see how exciting the Spring Festival Gala was.

Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng kept looking down at their phones.

They were not shaking red envelopes.

Instead, they looked at the real-time data transmitted from their phones.

In that data, there were real-time ratings sent from the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala, the number of users from [WeChat], and of course, the popularity of [red envelopes] on the Internet.

A sense of crisis lingered in their bodies.

If they were not sitting in the stands of the Spring Festival Gala this time, I am afraid that they would rush back to each other's base camp as soon as possible to hold a meeting about [red envelopes].

But...

Zheng Huateng and Ma Yunhua looked backstage at almost the same time, and then looked at the leaders in front.

At this moment, the leaders were watching the skit brought by Zhao Degang and others with great interest. When the jokes were made, the leaders laughed loudly.

The leaders didn't leave, could they leave?

At this moment...

The initial joy of watching the Spring Festival Gala live has gradually disappeared, replaced by a layer of conspiracy.

Is it possible that Zhang Sheng did everything to come to watch the Spring Festival Gala this time, and his purpose was to imprison the two of them in this small chair?

One thought after another emerged in their minds, making them grit their teeth and feel like sitting on pins and needles.

"Walk, walk! Don't sit there, your legs are 100% sick, don't sit there, relax! Walk! Walk, walk, walk! Walk, walk quickly! Walk, don't think about stopping, will you walk with me? Walk, it will be fine little by little, just walk~~~"

"Oh, oh, oh~~~Oh my God!"

"Walk..."

"Oh, my good legs are broken!"

"..."

When they suppressed the complex emotions in their hearts and looked at the stage in front of them, they saw Zhao Degang, Fan Guangwei, Gao Xiulan and others who had been away for a long time standing on the stage, holding crutches and performing skits.

They heard bursts of laughter from time to time from below.

They just felt stuffy in their chests, so stuffy that they couldn't breathe.

This skit is called "Selling Crutches".

And the screenwriter of this skit.

It's Zhang Sheng again!

The two stood up at the same time, then looked at each other awkwardly, and then both smiled.

"Are you going to the bathroom too?"

"Yeah, I drank too much water today."

"Me too..."

Applause.

Amidst the laughter.

The two figures disappeared into the crowd and walked towards the bathroom in the distance.

When they arrived at the bathroom door, they both took out their phones and put them to their ears...

"Zhang Sheng didn't spend a penny on the red envelopes he sent out during the Spring Festival Gala..."

"..."

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Night.

[Mengxiang Instant Noodles] Headquarters.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV...

In the mobile phone that was turned on, groups of data appeared almost every few minutes.

The data included the popularity of [Mengxiang Instant Noodles] and the approximate data of the red envelopes they had sent out.

For countless users, this year's Spring Festival Gala was the most special and interactive one, and for Yao Yuan, this year's Spring Festival Gala was a shocking marketing event!

Moreover, this marketing campaign was extremely successful, even to the point that Yao Yuan found it incredible.

The phone at the Ministry of Commerce next door kept ringing from the moment the Spring Festival Gala started.

Online orders have already started to sell out, and the stock of [Mengxiang Instant Noodles] has been consumed in just a few hours.

Once squeezed into the corner of the shelf by [Tongkang] and [Master], and even withdrawn from the supermarket, it is now a hot topic on the Internet and has been pushed to a peak at this moment.

The sudden explosion made Yao Yuan very excited. When he turned on the computer and looked at the hot search on the Internet...

He was a little amused.

[The brand that sends red envelopes most frequently [Mengxiang Instant Noodles]! ]

Just as he continued to browse the web, his phone rang.

On the phone...

It was the voice of the distributor, who hoped to cooperate with their [Mengxiang Instant Noodles] again.

(Today's minimum two updates.)

(Today's state is really not good, and the third update I wrote is really a pile of shit...)

(Thanks to Guo Jiuxing for the reward again, I feel guilty... ah ah ah ah)

(Or, let's not reward first, wait until the plot is written, and then reward, otherwise... I always feel like I am being supervised with a whip...)