Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 233

"Jiecheng, take a nap!"

Wei Lanfen forcibly took the strong tea from the table and glared at him.
"Don't learn from Director Zhang! He is born with little sleep and can still be busy without sleep."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean I don't need to sleep?" The old man protested, "Xiao Wei, we can't slander you like that!"

"Isn't what I said the truth? Yu Hua was fooled by you at the beginning. He was proud that his new work could keep you awake at night, and then the film and television adaptation project was changed from "The Mistake by the River" to "To Live."

"Later he realized that you can be energetic with only two or three hours of sleep a day, and it has nothing to do with whether you write "To Live" well or not."

Old man: (￣∠￣)

A happy atmosphere suddenly filled the office.

The old man seemed a little embarrassed and tried to say something to change the subject, but when he opened his mouth he didn't know what to say.

So I subconsciously chose the thing that I cared about most:
"Fire is a matter of success or failure, you must not fail to light it"

"There's no way we can't light it!" Wei Lanfen interrupted immediately.

"Hey, I just mean we can't make any mistakes."

"We can't make a mistake!" They were blocked again, but that wasn't enough. Wei Lanfen raised her arm and pointed at Lao Mouzi and added, "Don't talk about this. Think about something else!"

Seeing this, Lao Mouzi became even more embarrassed.

But no one laughed this time.

Everyone knows that the string in the old man's head is too tight!
So much so that at this moment, he felt like a primary school student facing a home visit by his class teacher, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

"Jiecheng, let's go out for a walk."

"Maybe taking a walk can help me get rid of my sleepiness."

"Okay, senior brother!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded and walked out of the office with Lao Mouzi.

"Director Zhang, Director Zhen."

Along the way, there were constant greetings.

In every office I passed, lights were on and I could faintly hear voices of conversation.

"Today is the day! Today is the first day we will use that paper to draw."

"Never did it once, only once."

"Alas! It's a one-time deal!"

The scroll director Shen Wei's voice was trembling with anxiety.

It's no wonder he was nervous. The painting was done in ink on a scroll, and the dancers were just scratching it with their hands. No one had any idea what the painting would look like.

"do not talk!"

"I hope so! I definitely will!"

"Everything goes smoothly, and there should be no problems!"

This is the ritual music choreographer Guan Meihua.

Although he only heard the sound, a clear picture emerged in Zhen Jiecheng's mind: Sister Guan was patting her chest but could not calm her pounding heart.

Continuing forward, Zhang Qing, deputy director of the Coordination Office, was chatting with Ma Wen, a visual effects designer, about the weather.

"I'm so nervous! I hope it doesn't rain today."

"I think, emmm, it won't rain, and nothing will happen!" Ma Wen said, gesturing with a very rich expression, "Every LED lights up when it should, there is not a single black spot, not a single flicker!"

"Director Zhen!" A voice sounded in surprise, and then trotted over, "Hello, Director Zhen, hello, Director Zhang."

"Liu Yan?" Zhen Jiecheng was stunned. "Why are you still here? Why don't you go back to the dormitory and sleep?"

"I can't sleep!" Liu Yan stuck out his tongue.

"How can that be possible? You are going to dance a solo! You must get enough sleep and be full of energy!" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, urging her to go back quickly.

In her previous life, this girl fell from a 3-meter-high platform due to an accident during a rehearsal. Her back landed on the track and she fell unconscious on the spot. She suffered a fractured cervical vertebra and a comminuted fracture of the pelvis, which eventually led to paralysis.

But in this life, Zhen Jiecheng happened to be nearby and stepped forward in time to lend a helping hand, thus avoiding an accident.

"Okay, I'll go back right away!" Liu Yan nodded obediently, "Director Zhen, you and Director Zhang should also go to bed early!"

"Well, we'll just take a stroll and be back!"

Say goodbye to Liu Yan and walk out the door.

Facing the night, Zhen Jiecheng lit a cigarette.

"Give me one too." The old man stretched out his hand.

"Brother, didn't you quit smoking?" He said this while he had already taken out a cigarette and handed it over along with a lighter.

"Click~"

The flame ignited, and the old man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Can't I smoke again after I quit?"

Glancing at Zhen Jiecheng,

"Well, Liu Yan has a boyfriend, Lang Kun from CCTV."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

"Brother, what do you mean? Are you suspecting that I am taking advantage of this girl's gratitude and closeness to me to poach her?" Zhen Jiecheng was unhappy. "She was born in 82. She is the same age as me, not older than me!"

"Ah?" The old man was stunned.

He scratched his head and forced an awkward smile.

"Well, the weather is nice today!"

"Yeah, it's pretty good!" Zhen Jiecheng rolled his eyes. "According to the weather information just updated, the air humidity in Beijing has reached 90%, which is almost saturated!"

I reached out my hand and grabbed a handful of nothing.
"You can squeeze water out of a handful!"

"Under such weather conditions, not to mention a strong lightning system, even a small bubble could lead to heavy rainfall."

Upon hearing this, the old man's smile immediately disappeared.

"What does the meteorological department say? Can it be controlled?"

Zhen Jiecheng did not answer directly, but read out the data:
"Including Fangshan, more than 20 operation points have been arranged outside the city, and Baoding is also cooperating."

"We are currently closely monitoring the rainstorm cloud belt. The rockets used for interception have been prepared and in place. There are more than a thousand rockets that can cause rain or eliminate rain, and there is no upper limit. We are ready to launch at any time."

God bless China, but first people must bless themselves.

Behind everyone’s prayers for no rain are countless people working day and night!

"The golden monkey raised his thousand-pound stick, and the sky cleared of dust. Today we cheer for the rockets, and we are not afraid of the evil fog coming back again!"

Zhen Jiecheng rewrote the teacher's poem, raised his head, and raised his voice.

"It won't rain! For sure!"

7:20 am.

Zhen Jiecheng was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by the noise.

"The rain clouds formed in the Hetao region are getting stronger and are heading towards the capital."

"Why didn't you intervene? Didn't they say they had enough rockets ready?"

"Director Zhang, if it moves faster, slower, or stronger, it may have different impacts on the opening ceremony. We can't take action yet. We have to wait! Once the information is clear, we can make the final decision! Try to avoid uncontrollable situations."

"But Director Zhang, we can only try our best! We are trying everything we can do and think of."

“Try with all your strength!”

When Zhen Jiecheng stood up and walked into the meeting room, what caught his eye was the silence of Lao Mouzi.

Finally raised his head,
"Who has cigarettes? Give me three!"

"And the lighter. Give me the lighter too."

Light it, walk to the teacher's portrait hanging on the wall, use smoke instead of incense, and worship devoutly.

Seeing this, smokers took out their cigarette boxes and distributed them, and everyone lined up quietly, one after another.

The conference room was filled with smoke, and the cigarette butts in everyone's hands were bright and dark.

Like sparks of stars, facing the dark clouds outside the window.
Two o'clock in the afternoon, Bird's Nest conference room.

"All the success tonight depends on our responsibility for every detail. We don't have any bigger expectations. If we follow the process of the final rehearsal, it will be a great victory!"

"Don't be too ambitious, keep it safe! Keep it smooth! Keep it unchanged!"

After Lao Mouzi finished his brief and concise speech, he immediately began to confirm whether the details were implemented.

Zhen Jiecheng picked up the loud speaker,

"All the directors, before the final performance, remind the actors again! Show the smiles of the Chinese people in front of four billion people!"

Everyone nodded.

"Make sure the five rings of stars are aligned with the five rings of images on the ground!"

"It has been implemented!" said the director in charge of the project with certainty.

"Make sure the paper is positioned correctly!"

The voice that answered was just a step slower, and Lao Mouzi raised his hand and pointed accurately at the person in charge.
"Captain Qiu, is the paper placed correctly?"

"Oh, I see."

Know it, but don’t put it right.

Obviously, this answer did not satisfy Lao Mouzi.

But this also highlights the importance of this process. As long as the problem is found, it is a great thing!

Investigate, blame? Not really! Zhen Jiecheng immediately moved on to the next item.

“Who will lead the children of the earthquake?”

"The gatekeeper of Gate No. 1."

“Where are the children from the earthquake now?”

"No one knows?"

No one responded.

Zhen Jiecheng was so angry that he laughed, while Lao Mouzi had a stern face and couldn't sit still anymore.

Directly uttered foul language,

"Damn it, I don't even know where it is, how can that be okay?"

"Brother, solving the problem is the most important thing!" Zhen Jiecheng suppressed his anger and pushed Lao Mouzi back to his chair. Then he looked at the audience, "Ritual Studio!"

"exist!"

"Immediately, immediately, find the earthquake children to prepare for the scene."

"Then check his clothes, make sure there are no trademarks, and give him a small national flag."

"Understand?"

"understand!"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng's expression eased a little.

There was no need to look down at the items written on the paper, as they were already memorized. He continued:

"Marvin, confirm the fuse again!"

"I just confirmed it." Marvin blurted out without hesitation.

"Teacher Sha"

"Don't worry!" Sha Xiaolan interrupted Zhen Jiecheng, "I always get mad at them. Just go up and get checked no matter what you do!"

"Boss Ma, please confirm the time for lighting the main torch again."

Before the project leader could answer, Lao Mouzi couldn't sit still again.

"Ignition must succeed!"

"There has never been a mistake in any of the previous Olympic Games!"

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, veins on his neck were bulging, and his voice was roaring with anger.

Finally, it turned into a heavy exhortation:

"Stand your last shift."

"The meeting is dismissed!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the figures in the Bird's Nest were busy.

The meteorological department set up 21 operation points in the capital, and rockets were fired into the sky one after another.

The largest-scale weather modification operation in the history of China, and even the world, has begun!

Professor Konev, Director of the Atmospheric Technology Department of the Hydrometeorological Administration and an expert in artificial rainmaking from Russia, who was invited to provide support, was shocked.

He said directly, "Only with strong organizational work can such a large-scale operation be completed!"

Heavy rains were falling in Fangshan, northern areas of Baoding, Hebei Province, and attempts were made to weaken the rainfall clouds through artificial rainfall.

But this cannot completely prevent it from continuing to influence the suburbs of Beijing from the northeast and southwest, and "encircling" the urban area.

As a result, messages sent back from various places continued to ring in the weather modification command room on the 7th floor of the Beijing Meteorological Bureau.

“Raining in Huaibei!”

"Yang Song, let it rain!"

"It's raining in Xiayunling!"

"Rain falls in Zhangfang!"

The "encirclement" circle is shrinking, and the distance to the bird's nest is getting shorter.

The staff was anxious but not chaotic! They called, contacted, responded, and continued to direct the super-strong rain-clearing operation in an organized and planned manner!
"What is the air humidity in the Bird's Nest right now?"

"50%!" "That means there is still a possibility of rainfall!" The director of the Breathing Bureau took a deep breath, "Man proposes, God disposes."

Looking out the window at the gloomy sky,
"God bless!"

"God bless!"

At six o'clock, the audience began to enter with their tickets.

Cheng Hao wore a mask and started queuing with the crowd. After passing security check, he walked to the top of the audience passage.

Along the way, I heard the staff muttering "God bless you" from time to time.

The weather is very hot and humid, making people feel uneasy.

Cheng Hao pulled his mask, took a few deep breaths, and continued to walk up. After handing a ticket that was different from the ordinary ticket to the security personnel and passing it through inspection, he entered the viewing area of ​​the highest ring of the Bird's Nest.

I finally feel more comfortable here. The cool breeze from the air conditioner is blowing slowly, and the view is unobstructed.

However, Cheng Guohao did not choose to sit down and rest, but walked quickly towards the guide station.

He didn't stop until a familiar figure came into view through the glass.

Just watching from afar, with eyes narrowed into a silver crescent.

My man is so handsome!
"Shit! Damn it!"

Suddenly, a curse was heard, and even through the glass, which was a considerable distance away, it was still very clear.

In response, Cheng Hao kept smiling.

My husband is also great at swearing!

I support my husband unconditionally. When I get back, I will let him, damn! Zhen is so fucking good!

"What the hell, what time is it? It's six o'clock!"

"The live broadcast is about to begin, why the hell are you trying to do this to me?"

Looking at the workers who were repairing the big screen in the center of the venue, Zhen Jiecheng could no longer suppress his anger.

The seated audience were unaware of this and were happily clapping, waving flags and making human waves in unison under the direction of the Olympic volunteers who were responsible for creating a lively atmosphere in the audience.

"Jiecheng! Don't worry, I'll call them!" Wang Ning, director of the operations center, advised.

But after turning around and dialing the phone, his voice was no louder than Zhen Jiecheng's.

Influenced by Zhen Jiecheng, all kinds of "damn" comments were thrown at him non-stop.

"Calm down, everyone! It's better to have problems now than later, isn't it?"

"Here, have an apple!"

Sha Xiaolan handed over an apple and he was eating it himself.

Wild and unruly hair, and an unadorned face.

Zhen Jiecheng was amused.

"Teacher Sha, the camera is filming, please pay attention to your image."

"Pay attention to nothing! Everyone is in the same boat, and no one is any better!" Sha Xiaolan curled her lips.

Seeing Chen Weiya grinning and showing his teeth, he glared at him.

"Lao Chen, what are you looking at? Are you better than me?"

The laughter spread, diluting the tense atmosphere in the director's desk.

Along with the "maintenance completed" prompt coming from the walkie-talkie, the weather station informed Wukesong, 0.9 kilometers away, that the rainfall stopped after only mm.

Everyone's worries were finally put at ease!

While thanking "God bless you", I looked towards the stadium.

I can't help but think of the four words that have been repeatedly mentioned by Chinese people in the past two months: A country prospers in times of adversity!

We have been through enough difficulties, so I believe everything will go smoothly in the future, right?

7 points.

Check again.

"Logistics team, check whether the actor's passage is clear and unobstructed."

"Logistics team received it."

"Smooth, unobstructed, over."

"Four-axis switch."

"After the "Ritual Music" is over, the fireworks will be set off at this time"

"Jiang Haoyang and the director of the sub-scene are in place, the gray-clothed men are squatting to ensure communication with Chen Weiya"

After confirming everything one by one, he turned his gaze to Zhang Wu, the chief director of the first half, and nodded.

At around 7:40, Zhang Wu turned on the control signal at the information desk.

"Actors come on!"

2008 jars were pushed into the venue and neatly arranged.

"Start testing the signals from all broadcast stations!"

When the director's information is confirmed and the fireworks are normal.

As the lights in the home stadium dimmed, enthusiastic cheers rang out from the audience.

It's time to start!

Zhen Jiecheng thought he would be so nervous that he would tremble, or even be briefly at a loss.

But when this moment really came, my heart was surprisingly calm.

The aftereffects of sleep deprivation were fading quickly, replaced by a slight numbness in the limbs.

Close your eyes, open them again,

"La La La~"

Fireworks suddenly ignited!

Chased by the cheers of the audience, he circled the top of the nest.

The ring screen lit up, and a solar corona slowly rotated. Just as everyone was focusing on the solar corona, a cluster of fireworks pierced through the exclamations like a sharp arrow and shot into the center of the venue!

It seems like I was awakened!
First of all,
Then to the corner,
Eventually spread to the entire area!

2008 warriors with flame symbols on their foreheads lowered their heads and patted their drums.

The heavy drum beats carried the breath of ancient times, creating a gust of wind between the interweaving of light and shadow, sweeping across the entire venue.

"60!"

"50!"

"40!"

The soldiers beat the drums and used LED lights to start the integer countdown.

"30!"

"20!"

"Ten!" The whole audience roared in unison!

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

The extremely warm atmosphere infected Zhen Jiecheng, and he opened his mouth involuntarily.

Holding on to the railing, he leaned forward slightly.

I glanced at the fireworks waterfall above, and when I looked away, I saw a gentle smiling face as the lights turned on during the countdown.

It’s a good journey!
The lights dimmed and the smile disappeared.

The lights came on again, and Cheng Hao was still as bright as ever.

"Sister!" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Hao clenched his fists, put them in front of his eyes, and made a cute gesture of wiping tears.

Zhen Jiecheng was stunned and suddenly felt his cheek was a little itchy.

I reached out and wiped it, and it was wet.

The shocking singing and beating of drums, and the fireworks footprints stepping into the Bird's Nest.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers into the sky at night, and the stars fall like rain. The fireworks in the sky fall to the ground and gather into five rings. This is also the first time in the history of the Olympic Games that the five rings stand up!

It was Lin Miaoke who sang "Singing the Motherland" again, but this time she lip-synced to her own recording after the sound was edited.

Zhen Jiecheng couldn't turn his back on this little girl who had a peaceful face and looked exactly like Jing Tian.

She is innocent, it's the adults behind it who are disgusting.

The performance went surprisingly smoothly, better than any previous rehearsal, even better than every rehearsal!

The failure rate of the equipment is within a controllable range, and minor flaws do not affect the overall experience at all.

The cheers from the audience proved this, as did the non-stop exclamations from broadcasting stations in various countries.

Until it came to the text performance segment.

When the movable type mold reached the character "和", the left side of the type mold seemed to have been paused. It was only stuck for a moment, but it was particularly eye-catching!

Suddenly, everyone's faces froze.

Although the font was adjusted in time, the subsequent actions were still not smooth!
This made Zhang Jigang, who was in charge of the program, so angry that his face turned red.

After the performance, he picked up the walkie-talkie and started yelling.

But when the reply came from the intercom, Zhang Jigang's lips trembled, his eyes were red, and he couldn't say a word.

"Director Zhang, the screw in the font support rod has fallen off."

"So our soldier used his little finger to replace the screw, inserted it, and completed more than a thousand subsequent actions."

The movable type module show has ended, but the audience is still thinking about it.

But what the audience didn’t know was that these young men who crawled out of the molds and waved and laughed at the end of the show were all wearing diapers, and quite a few of them suffered from otitis media.

The smile that one of the young men forced out was trembling, but it was particularly bright!

Opera, Silk Road, ritual music, and starlight.

The old man was in high spirits, clenching his fists from time to time, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

As the theme song of "You and Me" was sung, the audience at the director's desk cheered with joy!
The LED held up, now only the final push is left!
When the athletes were entering the stadium, the head of the delegation stopped the little boy from getting earthquake, which made everyone hear the complete Chinese curse from the mouth of an old man for the first time: Damn ***!

Fortunately, little Lin Hao was sent to Yao Ming in time.

However, Zhen Jiecheng had no time to pay attention to these things. As the proposer of the idea of ​​the lighting ceremony, he was also the person in charge.

While others were still distracted by worrying about whether it would rain, Zhen Jiecheng buried his head, tapping the ground unconsciously with the forefoot of his feet. His hands were crossed together, sometimes supporting his knees, and sometimes rubbing the corners of his clothes.

Will it succeed?

Yes! Definitely!
There were no mistakes during the closed rehearsals, and even if there were any, they were minor.

No problem, it will be fine!
An inexplicable trembling sensation spread throughout my body. The noisier the surroundings, the clearer my heartbeat became.

Zhen Jiecheng tried to take a deep breath to adjust himself, but it was no use.

The violent beating of the heart does not seem to provide energy to the limbs. On the contrary, the initial slight numbness is gradually amplified, and a feeling of weakness arises.

"The swearing-in ceremony was completed and it didn't rain!"

Zhen Jiecheng was stunned when he heard Wei Lanfen's excited voice.

The next second, I suddenly realized that the torch relay ceremony was about to begin.

The most important finishing touch, here it comes!
Suddenly, strength from nowhere filled his whole body. Zhen Jiecheng stood up abruptly and rushed to the guardrail.

In the field of vision, Li Ning had just completed the torch relay and was running with the torch in hand.

The next second, all the lights in the venue suddenly went out and a buzzing sound was heard!

Fly!
Fly!
Zhen Jiecheng widened his eyes, stretched his neck, and gripped the guardrail tightly with his fingers.

Don't break up the formation!
The “firelight” should not be dim!

Right, that is it!

It drew out a fiery red halo. Wherever it flew, there was a phoenix cry that seemed to be able to penetrate the top of the head.

After circling once, it soars into the sky!

Head straight for the main torch!
"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"ignition!"

The flames burned fiercely, as if all the strength in Zhen Jiecheng's body was drained away for use as firewood.

“The Phoenix Returns to the Nest!”

“The Phoenix Returns to the Nest!”

"Hahahaha!"

He collapsed to the ground, hands raised.

A unanimous cheer rang out from the director's desk:

"God bless China!"

　The movable type molds entered the venue six hours in advance, and the soldiers all squatted inside to guard them.

　　During daily training, I need to wear headphones to listen to instructions. Sweat flows into my ears, and over time I get otitis media.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)