Zhao Chunlin is also a director after all. He naturally knows about not being able to find an actor before the Spring Festival Gala. Therefore, he was prepared for Zhang Xiaohai's criticism. He couldn't help but smile: "Yes, Director Zhang is right. Now there is only half a month left. Let's go to find other actors. Maybe they won't agree to us, but at least it's better than waiting to die. How can you know the result if you don't try hard? "

"Waiting for death? What you said is a bit inexplicable!" Zhang Xiaohai sneered: "Why are you waiting for death? There is still half a month left before the Spring Festival Gala. I believe that as long as teachers Liu La and Zhang Wenshun concentrate and devote themselves to the new program, it is still very likely that they can participate in the performance of the Spring Festival Gala on the day. Even if it really doesn't work, at worst we will withdraw this program, and there are always ways."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Chunlin immediately wanted to refute it, but just before he refuted, Zhang Xiaohai spoke again: "If you say it, I think that the statement that you want to replace an actor is really seeking death. There is only half a month left. Even if you can really find a suitable actor, it will take at least three or five days, so that the remaining time will be even less, and it may not even be less than ten days. Instead, I would rather leave Liu La and Mr. Zhang for half a month to let them write a new work and gamble."

Zhang Xiaohai's words were quite reasonable, so Zhao Chunlin thought for a few seconds before refuting: "The word "bet" is used to be a bit meaningful. It seems that Director Zhang is not as confident as he says. In fact, in my opinion, arranging a counterpart crosstalk on the Spring Festival Gala is a risky thing. As we all know, sketches are the language program of the Spring Festival Gala that the audience is most looking forward to, and crosstalk plays a role in streaming the scenes. The crosstalk that has been popular in the Spring Festival Gala in recent years has been a group talk, and there is not a single one. I can feel that Director Zhang seems to have high expectations for the two actors Liu La and Zhang Wenshun, but I have to pour you a basin of cold water."

...

Zhang Xiaohai and Zhao Chunlin were fighting each other, but they were all unwilling to give in. And when they were quarreling with the people in the conference room, Liu La and Mr. Zhang sat aside, without even speaking.

Until he heard Zhao Chunlin saying many unsuccessful crosstalks on the Spring Festival Gala, and many examples of failure, Liu La finally couldn't help it. He stood up and knocked on the table twice, making two "thump" sounds. When he heard the sudden sound of him, everyone in the room looked at him and suddenly became quiet.

At this time, Liu La spoke, and only heard him chuckling at Zhao Chunlin: "After listening to Director Zhao's words, crosstalk has no future in the Spring Festival Gala, crosstalk is just a sketch, no audience likes it, and crosstalk has no match for the popular crosstalk on the Spring Festival Gala, all of them are in the group. To be honest, as a professional crosstalk actor who has been learning from elementary school, your words make me feel very ashamed. While I am ashamed, I am also a little unhappy."

Zhao Chunlin snorted coldly: "It's useless for you to be unhappy. All I've said are facts, and the facts that everyone knows."

Liu La shook his head slightly: "Why do you think so, Director Zhao, I will bet with you. It won't take half a month. This afternoon, I will kick out a new work and perform it during the evening rehearsal. After the performance, everyone thinks the show is not good, so Mr. Zhang and I immediately pack up and get out of the way. But if everyone likes it, then I'm embarrassed. Please quit the director team of this year's Spring Festival Gala. What do you think of this proposal? Do you dare to gamble?"

As soon as Liu La said this, everyone present was stunned. Zhang Xiaohaiga said a few times, not knowing whether he wanted to stop Liu La or say something, but in the end he was unable to speak.

Zhao Chunlin was also confused a few seconds after hearing this. After a few seconds, he looked at Liu La with a sarcastic smile: "Sorry, Mr. Liu, I took the initiative to ask, what happened before was a hot topic, and it was said that you had mental problems. To be honest, I don't think you really believe it. But now when you look at it like this, you are really ill, right?"

He said this very annoyingly, but Liu La was not angry and smiled, "Is there any problem with my brain? I won't have to worry about Director Zhao. I'll just wait for you to say something. Do you dare to bet? If you agree, everyone present will be our witnesses. To put it bluntly, whoever goes back on his word after the result comes out will not die. Will you bet?"

Having said this, Zhao Chunlin's eyes couldn't help but squint slightly and began to be serious. He looked at Liu La: "You really want to bet with me? Whoever loses will pack up and get out of here?"

Liu La nodded: "That's right, is it a bet?"

Zhao Chunlin also nodded: "Why not? You are seeking death by yourself, so I dare not bury it."

"Okay, then let's make a decision." Liu La nodded again, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaohai: "Director Zhang doesn't know if he has free computers, it's better to be a laptop. Please find me one. I'll write a notebook later. If possible, it's best to arrange a quiet environment for Mr. Zhang. There are too many people in the building, and it's still too noisy."

From Zhang Xiaohai's perspective, of course he didn't want Liu La and Zhao Chunlin to make such a bet, because he could obviously suppress Zhao Chunlin, so why should he do such extra actions? However, now that both of them have decided, Zhang Xiaohai will not be able to intervene anymore, and all he can do is support.

So after hearing Liu La's request, he nodded repeatedly: "I have a laptop in my office, which is quite well configured, and the office is on the top floor, and the surroundings are quiet. Generally, no one will go up there, otherwise you and Mr. Zhang will go to my place. Anyway, I'm busy downstairs and won't go up."

After Zhang Xiaohai was hired as the director of the Spring Festival Gala, the TV station arranged the temporary arrangement for the TV station. When he signed the contract before, Liu La had been to his office. After thinking about it, Liu La felt that it was more in line with his requirements, so he nodded gently: "Okay, Director Zhang, then I'll bother you."

He paused: "Sorry, everyone, time is tight, the task is heavy, so I won't talk to you more, we'll see you in the evening." After saying that, without waiting for everyone to respond, Liu La helped Mr. Zhang and walked out the door...

ps: My buddy... No, my son gets married tomorrow. I am the best man and the driver of the first car. I have been with him for a day today and welcomes him to see him off. I am so tired that I am almost broken. If the bridesmaids were not good-looking, I would have been fucked. I was confused and had many typos. I was so tired that I couldn't change my hands. I played 900 balloons in one night. Oh... I threw two strings of balloons down on the 25th floor, and I even agreed to him. I was just an s-b. Fortunately, there are bridesmaids accompanying me in the hotel. I won't say anything anymore. I went to play with bridesmaids... playing with balloons...
Chapter completed!