Chapter 457: Lip-singing on stage, pretending to cry off stage

Chapter 457: Lip-singing on stage, pretending to cry off stage

TV station, studio.

There are still five minutes left before 8pm, and the staff of the [Happy Tonight] program team are busy preparing for the last inspection and confirmation before the live broadcast.

All around the arena, the auditoriums on the east and west sides were full. On the north and south sides, neon flags and karate-breaking banners were hung on one side, representing the arena competitor Lin Bin.

On the other side is a large signboard of ancient Chinese boxing, representing contestant He Jinyin.

Under the big sign, the four judges' seats are lined up. They are the Bagua Sect, the White Crane Sect, the Tai Chi Sect, and the Eagle Claw Sect. The four heads of the Hong Kong Martial Arts Association are collectively constipated at the moment. They just want to reduce the table cards of their own sects. Put the sign away.

Thanks to the unscrupulous arrangement of the TV station, the ancient Chinese boxing sect is showing off and ridiculing all sects, making the industry's reputation even worse.

The same dark faces were in the audience.

It is not popular these days to spend money to rent an audience. Few people know the importance of rhythm in front of the camera. The program team is not prepared, and there will be no touching scenes of idols lip-synching on stage and true fans crying and peeing off stage.

In addition, the ratings of the "Happy Tonight" program continued to be low, and the producers were obsessed with increasing the ratings. In order to invite four respected leaders, all live tickets were given away as gifts.

Therefore, the audience at the scene are all from the Hong Kong Martial Arts Association, and they are also students and disciples of the four masters.

Seeing that their sect has been overwhelmed by ancient Chinese boxing techniques, the four masters have become four boys, and the position of the disciples is unshakable, it is strange that these people can look so good.

In any case, the atmosphere at the scene was in place, solemn and heavy. For those who didn’t know, I thought the farewell party for the body would be broadcast live tonight.

The producer nodded repeatedly after seeing it, and the tickets were not in vain. The audience tonight was of high quality. With this scene and posture, one could tell that someone would die tonight.

"Are the doctor and ambulance ready?"

"Everything is ready. As you ordered, there are two nurses, one with white stockings and one with black stockings. Once He Jinyin is sent to the hospital, the camera will follow him throughout the process."

The on-site director nodded. He personally controlled the camera and kept the footage full of legs, maximizing the ratings at once.

"It's very good, but remember to keep the scale. We are a serious show. We always focus on people's legs for close-ups. Occasionally, we also give He Jinyin a few shots."

"You know, I'm an old photographer, the kind who finds food in chicken drumsticks."

"With your words, I feel relieved."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

"Brother Jie, I seem to have heard something strange."

In the front row of the audience, Ali looked at the backs of the producer and director walking away, arm in arm, and felt bad.

"The script, you really think so."

Liao Wenjie pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. In a small studio, there are two great talents: Wolong and Phoenix. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. He has a thousand-mile horse but no Bole. Twenty or thirty years later, he will definitely win a gold medal.

According to the rules of a scumbag, he will not appear in a place like the live broadcast room where there are cameras.

But Ali happened to have two tickets in hand, and Gui Wangda wanted him to come to the scene to cheer up He Jinyin. He couldn't shirk it, so he came over.

Fortunately, the problem was not big. Liao Wenjie used his excellent eloquence to convince the director that he would not appear when the camera switched.

As for why Ali has two tickets in her hand...

Being able to take out two at a time shows that Lin is also very determined. It is not easy. I won't mention the additional damage by name here.

In the ring, referee "Thunder Hand" Wen Tailai straightened his tie and glanced at Liao Wenjie.

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

…

There was still one minute left before the live broadcast started, and the two players had already left their respective lounges to make final preparations for their appearance.

Lin Bin aside, He Jinyin was wearing a white jersey and doing warm-up exercises.

It was originally a blue jersey, a friendly gift from the owner of Wing Kee Ice Room. The advertising space behind the jersey was full, and it was the ordering hotline of the fast food restaurant.

Upon seeing this, Ghost King Da threw the shirt into the trash can and took out the white shirt that had been prepared for a long time. It had the service package and phone address of Sanjie Supernatural Consulting Company on it.

Present the facts and be reasonable.

In the past month, Liao Wenjie has made great efforts and money, and is the largest sponsor. The people in Rongji Ice Room can only eat, drink, and whore without doing anything, and it is not their turn to sell out the advertising space.

"Dear viewers, the joyful arena night begins now!"

The lights in the entire venue went out, leaving only one light shining on the host. He waved his hand to guide the camera to point to the channel: "The first person to appear is Neon Karate Master Duan Shui Shui, nicknamed the 'human weapon'!"

Lin Bin walked out with his hands on his shoulders. A beam of light came on, and the shadows on his facial features were obvious, and he looked murderous.

He subconsciously glanced at the auditorium and saw Ali leaning on Liao Wenjie's shoulder, and he couldn't help but feel even more murderous.

Public enmity combined with private hatred, tonight he was going to blow up He Jinyin.

"Ah Yin, it's your turn to play soon. It's your first time to participate in a competition and you're facing a live broadcast. Your opponent is the senior brother Duan Shui Shui. Are you nervous?"

When the host introduced Lin Bin, Gui Wangda was doing psychological counseling for Jinyin at the entrance: "It's normal to be nervous. It's the same for the first time. Master, when I did it for the first time, it was also in full view of the public. I understand you. My current mood."

"Master, what are you talking about? Why does it sound wrong to me?"

He Jinyin's eyes widened: "Besides, I'm not nervous at all. Brother Jie told me that the referees, judges, commentators, and hosts are all our own."

Not only was he not nervous, he was even a little excited.

"Ah Yin, before the game starts, I must correct something. Your idea is wrong!"

Ghost King Da said with a heavy expression: "I just received the news that the situation has changed."

"What?!"

Seeing Gui Wang Da's serious face, He Jinyin couldn't help but panic, fearing that there was something wrong with the script and someone was giving fake punches on the stage.

"There is something wrong with the audience. The program team gave all the tickets to the judges, so now the audience is also ours."

"Ah this..."

He Jinyin looked confused. It took him a long time to react. He looked outside and asked doubtfully: "Master, is the news reliable? Why is everyone so murderous?"

"When we play karate, the murderous intent is directed at senior brother. Why are you panicking!"

Ghost Wangda patted He Jinyin on the shoulder: "How are you? You're not nervous at all now."

"I wasn't nervous to begin with."

He Jinyin whispered, just as the host finished introducing the senior brother, he followed Gui Wangda and walked out.

"The next person to appear is He Jinyin, the successor of ancient Chinese boxing. His master, Devil Muscle Man, was once known as the 'Karate Nemesis' and was entangled with the Duanshui Shui sect. Everyone, take a closer look at his lame leg. It was broken by his senior brother's master. .”

"In tonight's arena match, Senior Brother takes the initiative to challenge He Jinyin. The ancient Chinese boxing method is fighting again with Karate to break the current. It is regarded as a generation that continues grudges..."

"However, as far as our reporter knows, He Jinyin has just been a disciple for a month. He made a living by delivering food before. He knows nothing about martial arts. He is very different from his senior brother in terms of fighting. The feud between the two factions will most likely end tonight. "

The host is not very good at speaking, but he will never be unemployed. A few words made the audience in front of the TV look forward to it.

Ding

"The first round begins!"

On the ring, He Jinyin was wearing an expensive kung fu suit worth 500 Hong Kong dollars. When the bell rang, he turned his back to Lin Bin and whistled.

Lin Bin took a step forward, but was stunned on the spot, wondering what kind of tactics this was, waiting for work, attacking in the east, empty city strategy, suffering meat strategy, walking as the best strategy?

Thinking again about the reports of people spending a lot of money, drinking, and wandering around romantic places these days, it is obvious that there is a conspiracy.

However, there is a huge disparity in strength, so don’t be afraid even if there are conspiracies!

Lin Bin took another step forward and came to the center of the ring. At this time, Gui Wangda on the sidelines grinned, as if his evil plan had succeeded.

Lin Bin hesitated and broadcast the accident live. The producer hurriedly turned the camera to the two commentators. The two people who received the red envelope took out a unique book from their arms and started reading on the spot.

"Eldest Brother gasped and fell into He Jinyin's arms. His eyes were like silk, his warm lips were slightly open, and he was emitting a fragrance like an orchid."

Lin Bin: ()

"Facing such a fierce man, He Jinyin felt happy and reluctant to leave. He felt that the senior brother's skin was as white as ice and snow, and it was as soft and comfortable as a marshmallow in his hand. Then he touched a lump..."

"Hey, what are you talking about? What are you holding in your hand? Can you explain it?"

Lin Bin was furious. Half a month ago, he called back to his master, patting his chest and promising that he would send the video to his master. After explaining this, he would no longer have to cut off the water flow in the future.

"Okay, okay, for my sake, let's forget it this time." He Jinyin came up to smooth things over.

"Of course you don't care, it's not you who was touched!"

"..."

There was a commotion on the ring, and the commentator threw the book directly onto the stage. After the bell rang in the first round, Ghost King Da took it back.

Nothing else. I’ve been to the European and American sections a lot, so I wanted to change my taste and study some classical culture.

Off the field, in the audience.

"Brother Jie, this game looks weird, why don't we leave first?"

"Why, it's only eight o'clock and you're already in a hurry to play the game?"

"No way! You are so bad, you just say some words that others can't understand"

…

Ding

The one-minute break ends and the second round begins.

Realizing that he had been deceived, Lin Bin's anger level was fully charged. He stepped forward and... saw Ghost King Da's cold face, as well as a stone in his hand.

As Ghost King Da threw the stone into the sky, Lin Bin also looked over. The light was dazzling, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, and then a stone fell on his head.

He reached out to catch it with a disdainful smile, and placed the stone in front of Wen Tailai: "Referee, the cripple below is throwing stones..."

"Hey, why are there stones in your hands?"

Wen Tailai picked up a stone and threw it outside the arena, saying displeasedly: "It is forbidden to carry lethal weapons in the arena, and stones are not allowed. Once you are warned, you will be sent off the second time."

"???"

Lin Bin was stunned and suddenly caught a glimpse of Gui Wangda holding a folding knife in his hand. He pointed at it and complained loudly: "Referee, look, this damn guy is throwing a knife around. He must be planning to use it to stab me."

Wen Tailai looked away and said impatiently: "Brother, what does it have to do with you on stage if he throws it under the stage? Not to mention that he didn't interfere with you, even if he did it with you, there will naturally be legal sanctions against him. You have What’s there to be afraid of?”

"You, the referee, have a problem. You are shielding your opponent."

Lin Bin looked angry: "I know, you are in a group, and you are working together to target me!"

"How is it possible? Even if I am in the same group as the other person, there are still four judges over there. Even if there are four judges, there are still so many live audiences."

Wen Tailai shook his head, looking defeated: "In broad daylight, with so many pairs of eyes looking at you, are you still afraid that you will be treated unfairly?"

Lin Bin: "..."

It seems to make sense.