185: Chapter 185 National Day Gala 1

Chen Shaoping arrived at the Master Control Room, with many celebrities greeting him along the way.

Some he recognized, but there were far too many he didn't.

Some singers even asked for songs from him on the spot.

It made him feel a bit unaccustomed.

However, he declined them all, telling those who wanted songs to contact him later.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

He knocked on the door of the Master Control Room, three knocks and then a pause, very rhythmic.

Inside, Zhang Quanzhi was holding a phone, talking to someone.

His expression was not very good.

Hearing the knock, a staff member sitting in front of a computer nearby prepared to get up and open the door.

He was stopped by him.

He opened the door while still on the phone.

Seeing Chen Shaoping outside, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"Director Zhang, your phone really can't be reached at all; it's too hard to find you."

Chen Shaoping had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of complaint in his tone.

"Wait a moment," Zhang Quanzhi said into the phone, then took the phone away from his ear, "Sorry, Young Master Ping, is there something I can help you with?"

"I saw that the wire connecting your Main Stage speakers is being pressed down by a heavy object and is rubbing; the wire is already frayed and damaged. If it's not handled, an accident will occur."

Originally, Chen Shaoping could have just grabbed anyone to help him move the heavy object.

But he was afraid that if he did that and an accident still happened...

In that case, once investigated, the responsibility would fall on him.

Zhang Quanzhi's expression changed slightly; he had thought Chen Shaoping came to find him for something important, but he didn't expect it to be such a small matter.

"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to move the thing right away."

Immediately, he picked up the walkie-talkie and started shouting.

Seeing the matter resolved, Chen Shaoping breathed a sigh of relief and didn't disturb the busy Zhang Quanzhi further, turning to leave.

The system's voice sounded in his mind.

[Congratulations to the Host for completing a piece of intelligence, gaining 4 paparazzi points.]

[Congratulations to the Host for completing a piece of intelligence, gaining 5 paparazzi points.]

[Host has paparazzi points: 3 points.]

Chen Shaoping thought to himself, two pieces of intelligence completed.

One was Wang Xuebin's buying of fans; it seemed Tian Jun hadn't handled it perfectly, which is why he only got 4 points.

The other was the intelligence on Su Yang's bribery; Yang Mengmeng was more reliable, so the reward was a bit higher.

Two security guards received orders from above to go help move some heavy objects.

Although they were a bit reluctant, they still scurried into action.

Time passed quickly in the midst of the bustle.

Soon it was 8:00 PM, and the National Day Gala officially began.

It was broadcast simultaneously on television and the internet.

The four Hosts were the male Hosts: Host and Ren Yi.

Female Hosts: Ma Shu and Zhu Xun.

"Audience friends on-site, friends in front of the TV, and friends on the internet, good evening everyone!

Tonight's moon is especially round, and the breeze is exceptionally gentle.

Whether you've just finished dinner with your family or are still at your post, at this moment, let's slow down and gather together to share this golden night.

Look, the streetlights are hung with red flags, and warm light shines through the windows of every household—this is our ordinary yet beautiful life; this is our home, our country.

Tonight, let us use song and laughter to offer the most sincere blessing to this land and our motherland.

Happy Birthday to our motherland!

The National Day Gala starts now!"

At this time, Chen Shaoping, Li Qian, and Xu Yali were sitting in the audience, happily watching the performance on stage.

After a lively and festive dance performance ended,

Zhang Ying, dressed elegantly and plainly in a red evening gown, came to the center of the stage.

A group of children surrounded her, dancing as her accompaniment.

They were lively and cute, yearning for a beautiful life.

A soft yet grand prelude washed over the stage, and the clamor of the scene instantly fell silent.

A beam of pure light hit Zhang Ying, indicating that she was the protagonist at this moment.

She sang, her voice rich, warm, and full of deep emotion.

"Me and My Motherland, can never be separated for a moment. Wherever I go, a song of praise flows out."

A simple sentence directly revealed the soul of the entire song.

"Me" and "Motherland" are a community of life that "can never be separated for a moment."

The audience was deeply struck in their softest spots by these simple lyrics; it awakened the instinctive attachment to "roots" and "home" in everyone's heart.

Even some selfless contributors from the older generation had eyes that were slightly red.

Their understanding of these lyrics was even deeper; it was a true reflection of their inner hearts.

"I sing of every high mountain, I sing of every river."

"High mountain" and "river" are the most concrete and magnificent geographical symbols of the motherland.

Singing about them is not a distant praise, but as intimate as singing about the courtyard and streams of one's own home.

It is an intimate attachment and pride for the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland.

"My most Darling motherland, you are the sea that never runs dry."

The motherland is a sea that never runs dry, and I am just a drop of water, a spray of foam within it.

The motherland gave me an infinite sense of security and pride.

An entrepreneur who opened a factory abroad said, "How many years has it been since I listened to a song so seriously..."

"Thinking back to the days when I went out to make a living with just a few dozen yuan, the motherland is the confidence for our ventures and the lighthouse for our return home."

Overseas students eating instant noodles while watching the video online said, "I miss home, I want to eat dumplings."

The bullet comments in the live broadcast room were even denser.

"Help! The moment the first line came out, my tears started gushing!!"

"My grandpa is singing along next to me, even louder than I am..."

"'Can never be separated for a moment'... Who understands? I'm working abroad and crying like a dog!"

"Everyone stand up, let's spam 'I Love You Dragon Country'!"

"Blind guess, this song will be a regular at major galas in the future. Thank you, Young Master Ping!"

After Zhang Ying finished singing, she walked gracefully off the stage; the blessing she offered for the motherland's birthday must have been received by the motherland.

Next was a dance performance and a comedy sketch.

For sketches nowadays, no matter what they are, they always end up with emotional escalation and sentimental 'dumpling-making' endings.

Chen Shaoping was quite speechless; suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he continued to watch the program.

The next one to appear was Han Hong.

The stage was very simple.

There was only her; in such a gala, being able to have the entire stage to oneself...

Either the program was explosive, or the person was.

On the large screen at the back of the stage, the creative background of the song was constantly played and narrated in the form of animation.

A pair of ordinary parents did what they thought was natural, yet moved countless people.

They were small, one of the countless parents in the legion of Dragon Country.

They were great; in the name of 'father' and 'mother', they gave their child a second life.

But their own lives were frozen forever!

Han Hong took a deep breath, the spotlight hitting her resolute face, and the song was about to sound...