I’m Really a Superstar

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Home.

The three of them had breakfast.

The breakfast is not particularly delicious, because in Beijing, all the breakfast sellers have gone home during the Spring Festival. There is only a small stall opened by a local across the road that is not closed, but the taste is not complimentary, so let's just eat it.

Mom muttered: "It's too much, it's too much."

Dad saw it very clearly, "There was once an emperor and a courtier. Now that the Spring Festival Gala director has been replaced, the strategy must be different from others, and it cannot be the same, otherwise his characteristics will not be shown."

Mom asked: "Xiaoye, none of Zhang Yuanqi's previous songs are suitable for the Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhang Ye ate fried dough sticks and said, "Yes, but she has been to many Spring Festival Galas, so she should have sung in them all."

My mother said as a layman: "Then keep singing."

Zhang Ye shook his head and said nothing. Do you think it is "Unforgettable Tonight"? Can you sing it for a lifetime? Ordinary songs cannot be repeated on stage

Dad sighed: "Zhang Xia also has old songs, nothing new, and nothing suitable. If they really have a good song, a new song, and a work that is suitable for the occasion, the Spring Festival Gala director team will not dare to change their program. After all, What are their qualifications?"

Mom said: "Don't they all have professional teams? Let those people write songs, and there will always be good ones."

"Look at what time is this happening? The last rehearsal is about to begin, and then the official live broadcast will be held in the evening. Is it too late to write a song now? No matter how good a musician is, he can't write it. Writing a song is not just a piece of cake. You can have as much as you want." Dad waved his chopsticks and said, "Don't worry about it, just eat. It's his fate if Xiao Ye's song doesn't make it to the Spring Festival Gala. There will be a chance in the future."

My mother was still nagging and criticizing those directors. Zhang Ye probably learned his temper from his mother, and he couldn't stand any anger.

Breakfast is ready.

Zhang Ye put down his chopsticks and straightened his clothes, "Dad, Mom, I'm going out for a while." After saying that, he went back to the house to get his wallet and cell phone, and put on a coat.

Dad frowned, "Why are you going?"

"It's already six o'clock." Mom looked at her watch, "I'm going to your grandma's house in the morning."

Zhang Ye said calmly: "I have something to do, so I'll try my best to get there at noon.

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My mother put on a serious face and said, "No, it's not as important as the Chinese New Year. Don't just run around like this."

Zhang Ye said: "Mom, I really have to go out. If I can't come back at noon, you and my dad don't wait for me. You eat your food and give it to me and my aunt."

"You stinky boy don't listen to me..." Mom still wanted to say.

The father looked at his son's expression and pulled his wife, "...let him go."

My mother was anxious, "Why are we going? No matter what happens, we have to celebrate the New Year."

The father said calmly: "The child has grown up, and he has a sense of his own." After that, he said to his son: "Go, you don't have to worry about this at home, your mother and I will help you reconcile."

"Thank you, dad." Zhang Ye nodded, opened the door and left.

Went downstairs.

He drove into the BMW and left the community directly.

On the way, Zhang Ye made a call to Zhang Yuanqi's mobile phone, "Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment." After several calls, he couldn't get through.

Helpless, Zhang Ye could only call Zhang Yuanqi's manager Fang Weihong.

Toot.

Just two calls and you got through.

"Sister Fang, it's me." Zhang Ye said.

"Xiao Zhang, what do you want from me?" Fang Weihong's side was a bit chaotic, there were many voices, they must be from outside.

Zhang Ye slowed down and stopped on the side of the road, saying, "I just couldn't get through to Sister Zhang. Can you contact her? I have something to do with her."

Fang Weihong said: "Sister Zhang is in CCTV Studio No. 1. She went there in the morning. There may be some places where the signal is not good and she can't get through. I didn't call her. If you can't get through, I guess you can't get through here either. Why can't I find her? Is something wrong? "

Zhang Ye was stunned, "Going to the studio? Wasn't she removed from the show?"

Fang Weihong said: "If we take it away, we have to fight for it. This is the Spring Festival Gala, the largest stage in the country. This gala is very important to Sister Zhang's music career. We can't just let it go. Xiao Zhang, I still have some points here." Things are quite messy, how about we contact you some other time?"

"Okay, you're busy." Zhang Ye hung up.

Studio One? This is not easy to handle. I can’t contact anyone.

Zhang Ye drove the car towards CCTV and continued to play Zhang Yuanqi's phone call, but to no avail.

It's about seven o'clock in the morning.

It's still dark, but it's getting light soon.

When Zhang Ye arrived at CCTV, he saw a lot of people coming and going at the door. Some people were holding hula hoops, and some people dressed in colorful clothes got out of the car. After showing their work IDs or passes, they went inside. There were many people outside the door. The fans watching the excitement screamed incessantly.

"Chen Yi Chen Yi"

"Oh, fifth brother is here too"

"I see little flowers, little flowers, little flowers. Take a look at me here."

But soon, the screams of the fans who blocked the door were suppressed by the sound of firecrackers and were inaudible.

Zhang Ye sat in the car and watched this scene. He knew that it was impossible to get in without a certificate, and celebrities were useless. There were all big names in the room today, and Zhang Ye's face was not worth anything.

what to do?

How did you meet Sister Zhang?

He suddenly thought of a person, his eyes moved, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and called the other person - it was Tian Bin. Zhang Ye had had conflicts with his colleagues at the Beijing Radio Station in the past. The two had a fierce fight at the time, and they ended up both After leaving his job, he also smiled and put aside the grudges. Tian Bin now works at China Central Radio Station, which is affiliated to CCTV. He wants to ask the other party if there is anything he can do.

The call went through.

Zhang Ye hurriedly said: "Old Tian, ​​where are you?"

Tian Bin smiled and said: "Of course I work overtime."

"Why do you work overtime during the Chinese New Year?" Zhang Ye asked.

"You are now on an online TV station, and you are also doing university lectures and advertising. Of course you are free during the New Year break. I am different. We are getting busier and busier over the New Year. It's not like you don't know." Tian Bin said doubtfully: "How can this be so?" It’s not time to say New Year greetings, how can you call me?”

Zhang Ye immediately said: "I have something to ask you."

"Say it," Tian Bin said.

Zhang Ye said: "I want to enter CCTV Studio No. 1. You are also in the CCTV system. Can you help me get in? It's quite important. As for what it is, I can't say yet."

Tian Bin was stunned, "The Spring Festival Gala will be broadcast live today, and it's impossible to let in there."

"I know, that's why I'm here to trouble you." Zhang Ye didn't want to trick you anymore, "Besides knowing that you are broadcasting on CCTV, I don't know anyone else."

Tian Bin paused, "Where are you?"

"Just in front of the CCTV, here at the gate, on the west side of the road." Zhang Ye said.

"Okay, wait for me." Tian Bin hung up the phone after saying that.

Before Zhang Ye could think about it, he saw Tian Bin's figure appearing in the distance on the windshield a few minutes later. After looking for it, he went straight to Zhang Ye, opened the door and got in the car.

"Why are you in there?" Zhang Ye knew that CCTV Radio did not work here.

Tian Bin said with a smile: "During the annual Spring Festival Gala, our radio station was also recruited to recruit young people. I was one of them and came to help temporarily."

Zhang Ye said in amusement, "That's good."

Tian Bin looked at him and said, "If you don't want to say anything, I won't ask any more questions." After that, he took off a badge from his neck with his name and photo written on it, "This is mine. Work pass, don’t go through the front door. The front door is full of my colleagues. They know you and know me. They will definitely not let you in. I don’t have the dignity to ask them to let you in. The Spring Festival Gala is very strict every year. Even if it’s me, I won’t let you in. They won't let you in even if you have your ID. You can go through the side door and turn in that way. Special staff are allowed to pass through, and security personnel are hired to check. So the inspection is not strict, and people are confused. When you show your ID, If you cover up the photo a little, it should be fine, our face shapes are similar."

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, "Give it to me, how do you get in?"

"I'm taking a leave. I just go home to spend the New Year with my wife. It's easy." Tian Bin smiled, "But don't let anyone find out and catch me. Then I won't be able to keep my job."

Zhang Ye took his work permit and felt warm in his heart. "Thank you, Old Tian." He didn't expect that Tian Bin would take such a big risk to lend him his work permit. This was already a violation of discipline.

Tian Bin patted him and said, "Don't be polite. We had such a fierce quarrel with the work unit at the beginning. In fact, most of the problems were with me. It was me who relied on my seniority to support me. In the end, I left my job and was fired. All the problems we had at the beginning were All my friends stopped contacting me, and no one offered me a hand. I didn’t expect, I really didn’t expect at the time, that you would come and help me, and gave me the license for "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", which allowed me to revive my career. Gu, so there is no need to talk so much between the two of us. We are friends in need. From now on, even if I, Tian Bin, become awesome and become an international superstar, I will not care about those so-called friends or buddies. If you don’t recognize me, I will recognize you as a true friend.

What Tian Bin said was very heartfelt.

Zhang Ye stopped being pretentious and said, "Okay, then I'm leaving."

The two got out of the car, and Zhang Ye walked quickly in the direction he pointed. He put on his sunglasses as he walked, avoiding the sight of the fans gathered at the door, and found the side door of the employee-only passage. This should be a temporary entrance. The newly opened passages during this period are not normally open.

The door is not big, and people are lining up to get in. Everyone has a white badge hanging on their chest, which is exactly the same as Tian Bin's badge.

Several security personnel stopped at the door, looked at the ID, and went through the security check. They took something and swiped it on their body.

It was Zhang Ye's turn.

"Identification." The security guard said expressionlessly.

Zhang Ye pinched the ID on his chest and showed it to him. He pinched half of the photo with his fingers, not all of it, which would make it look suspicious.

The man didn't look carefully either.

After the security check, Zhang Ye left the lighter outside, and then followed the few people in front of him into the CCTV compound and walked towards Studio 1.

Old Zhang

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