January 29, 2008

Tomorrow is the Little New Year. In recent years, the government departments have formally stipulated the one-day holiday for Little New Year. The units and agencies take the lead in implementing it, and some large formal companies have also abide by the regulations one by one. However, under the current national conditions of China, it is undeniable that there are still a large number of private units that cannot fully comply with the relevant regulations. This is normal. Some companies do not even have holidays on the first day of the New Year. If you want them to have a holiday on the New Year, it is simply a dream.

However, in Shanghai, as a business card of China, this regulation is still relatively common, so many young people regard tonight as a weekend and don’t have to worry about getting up early tomorrow. And under this situation, the 80,000-person stadium in Xuhui District was extremely lively tonight. There were many people outside the venue and could be seen everywhere.

"Who has the ticket? Get the ticket at a high price!"

"The ticket is issued, 200 per ticket, the last 5 tickets, hurry up!"

"Brother, you're a little too dark, right? I heard that a disc is only 50, and the tickets are only part of it. You actually sell it higher than the disc!"

"Haha, then you go buy a plate. The ticket is issued and the ticket is issued..."

The Four-eyed Brother, who was just talking about the other party, thought about it for a while, and finally hesitated to pay for it, "Come two!"

He had no choice: he had just been around for a long time and knew that the video stores in Shanghai now had no discs with tickets. It is said that the surrounding provinces were empty, and if you want to buy one, you could only go to remote provinces like Qinghai. However, when the discs there came, you missed today's opportunity.

There were also people around who came to spread the truth every day. Seeing that there were many people outside the stadium today, they casually asked a young man passing by, "Who will hold a concert inside tonight?"

The residents living around have long been accustomed to such scenes, and they can tell at a glance that someone must have been here to hold a concert.

The young man who was asked casually said, "There is no concert."

The resident was puzzled and asked again, "What are you here for?"

The young man said: "There is a movie award ceremony in there."

The resident was even more puzzled, "Didn't the movie award? The Shanghai Film Festival have been held?" These Shanghai local residents still have some understanding of some things about Shanghai, especially some things that make them proud.

The young man explained: "It's not Shanghai Film Festival, it's the People's Choice Award."

It would be fine if the young man didn't explain, but the resident was even more confused when he explained. "People's Choice Award?" He had never heard of it. He didn't know when Shang Hai had such an inexplicable movie award.

"Are there any big stars here? Liu Dehua? Zhou Xingchi? Li Lianjie?"

“Not even,”

Then a few names appeared in the young man's mouth, and the resident had never heard of it, but the last one knew it.

Duane.

"There is only one Duane?"

The residents were disappointed.

Although Duane is indeed a big star, there is only such a big star in this movie award, and it seems that it is not worth watching.

The young man said, "Well, but when I went in today, I could shake hands and talk to Duane."

The residents were shocked when they heard this, "What?!"

Can you talk to Du An after entering? What an international joke! Even the native Shanghai natives who are born, raised and knowledgeable can only meet some big stars by chance. When will you say that you talk to these big stars? I have never heard of it.

“Just have a ticket,”

The young man heard a person who called for 180 to issue the ticket in the distance, and ignored the resident and hurried over quickly.

...

In the stadium of ten thousand people

The middle site has been divided into two areas. The center is Area One, which is a large four-sided table with a large triangle screen on it to ensure that audiences from all directions can see the content above. The four-sided table is Area Two, which is a circular site. After a closer look in the venue, you can see that dozens or even hundreds of different small areas have been divided. The areas are obviously planned. Rails are erected to pull up lines and leave aisles to ensure that traffic is not congested.

In these small areas, there are tables and chairs at the end. Some people sit behind them, and there are staff members hanging signs next to them. Opposite the table is a lineup of spectators. Some are long and some are short, like earthworms of different lengths, twisting and twisting throughout the field. If you look down from the air, you can still see many small black dots dressed in uniform uniforms distributed in the gaps of these neat teams, and there are many.

These small black dots are the security guards on the scene and are also an important factor in maintaining order and order in the entire large venue.

Duane stood behind the table, shook hands with the lady opposite him, listening to her with a smile.

"Ahhhh, I'm so excited!...What do you say? Ahhhhhhh, it's so bad. I've obviously thought a lot, but now I can't remember what I want to say to you..."

The lady in front of him, who looked about in her early thirties, had her face flushed with excitement, was speechless, and her hands were tightly clamped, almost catching up with the grip of a normal man.

"Relax, I'm not a tiger, I'm just a normal person and won't eat you."

Duan comforted her, and with his other hand he pulled out a piece of potato chips from the opened potato chips on the table and ate it himself. While eating, he said, "Look, I can still eat." As he said that, he took another piece and handed it to the lady, "Do you want to eat one too?"

The lady's face turned redder, but she no longer talked incoherently. Instead, she suddenly became as quiet as a chicken, nodded gently like a quail, then slightly leaned her mouth forward, opened her lips slightly, bit the chips, ate them into her mouth, and chewed them carefully.

Her face was so red that it seemed like it was about to bleed, Duane wondered if she would explode next moment.

"Is this potato chip good? Is this awesome? I occasionally eat this brand of potato chips when I'm bored. By the way, should I find this manufacturer to charge advertising fees? Haha..."

Du An was chatting with the lady in front of him, and his eyes were casually sweeping over the scene: wherever he looked, he could see that the queue in front of him was the longest, like a big snake, which limited the number of people. Many viewers who wanted to shake hands with him could only stay in the stands for the time being; he also saw that the team on Song Zhen was also very long, and the number of people in the queue was also limited. Moreover, contrary to the situation where there were more women and fewer men on his side, there were almost no women in her queue, and almost all of them were men; the teams of other popular members around him were slightly inferior.

The scene was crowded with people, and there were many people in the stands around. Nearly half of them sat there. Although there seemed to be not many and they were not satisfied with sitting, it was already a very objective number based on the venue, not to mention that there were still many spectators in the infield now.

In order to ensure smooth dialogue between the audience and members, melodious light music was always played on the central stage of the infield. At this time, the music gradually weakened and the host's voice sounded.

“The next is the award for the most popular props teacher,”

The handshake on the spot was paused here. With the help of the staff, the handshake time was right away, and the next person waited, and the time was not up, and the time was not up, and the stop was stopped by stepping back and waiting first.

Everyone looked at the central stage together.

"As of 12 noon today, the winner of the award received a total of 45,306 votes, he is..."

On the large triangle screen, you can see the camera constantly flashing through the four props present today. They are also in the in-field and also participate in the handshake. However, compared with the members of the actors on the scene, there are only a few people queuing in front of them from the camera. Some of them came over to say a few words because they really couldn't queue up.

Since these props are not professional actors, their nervousness can't be suppressed at all.

"The prop teacher on the 'Chang'an Road', Tong Bin!"

After the host finished speaking, the camera was fixed. Then everyone in the venue saw the strong man Tong Bin with a fierce face, who was stunned at first, and then looked disbelief. Fortunately, he still remembered the process and walked out from behind the table. The security guard next to him opened the line and asked him to go up the passage left on one side.

The camera followed him and saw his footsteps staggering. The obviously stout man seemed to be unable to walk. In the camera, you can also see that when he passed by, several viewers in his queue who were waiting to shake hands and chat with him were all congratulating him loudly. One of the ladies was particularly excited, even more excited than the winner himself, and they couldn't even close their mouths. They kept calling loudly and jumping. After watching it, they thought it was her who won the award.

The emotions of the female audience inspired the people around them. Some people spontaneously applauded the props they didn't know at all, and the applause was also driven, and more and more people applauded.

Her intense emotions seemed to wake up the dazed Tong Bin. In the camera, Tong Bin could be seen turning his head to look at the audience around him, or his fans, and then looking at the people around him who were applauding him. Then, the moment he turned his head, he could clearly see that his eyes were red and his lips were pursed.

It's a mess

The venue is so big, only a small part of Tong Bin's side, and more places continue to be in a noisy and disorderly state. For example, there are crowds around Du An, and chatting sounds are buzzing one after another. If you go to the stands, the noise will be louder.

In such a place like a vegetable market, the contestants who compete for the awards were mixed and chatted with the audience, without any solemnity, and seemed extremely stubborn and not professional at all. It really had no connection with the occasion of the film award ceremony, which sounded solemn and grand.

But Duane likes this place. He likes this place more than the Huabiao Awards.

Let a prop, a set, and a makeup artist no longer just work silently, let them have supporters, let them also have audiences who like them and support them, let them also know that there are "more than 40,000" fans supporting them, many young actors don't even have so many fans, so that they can get something called "self-worth" from their jobs, in addition to their salary, which is exactly what he hopes to see.

Only in this way can these industries be like actors, more and more young people are willing to participate in it, more and more people are influx, and these industries will develop better and better, and there will be a greater chance of becoming more and more outstanding talents in these areas... Compared with excellent actors, what they need more are these excellent prop artists, set artists, makeup artists, special effects artists, etc.

The basis for achieving all this is the terrifying votes with a total base of 13.84 million votes.

Duane's eyes were retracted from the triangular screen, and he looked around for a while, and a sentence flashed through his mind: Everything is for the people, everything depends on the people, come from the people, and go to the people.

The power of the people is infinite, and the people create everything.
Chapter completed!